<?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-29235801</id><updated>2011-04-21T09:51:02.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERVAILES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-71010347061310414</id><published>2006-12-28T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:56:45.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Privatised Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry readers, I have opened another small, private blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't click &lt;a href="http://cruxroad.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I prefer privacy, so thanks yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm KIDDING. Just go there. MUHAHAHA. The reason why I switched to that is because the present one is totally SCREWED UP for no reason and there are so many errors. So I had to switch account and had to copy the archives over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cruxroad.blogspot.com"&gt;www.cruxroad.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - My new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:56PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-71010347061310414?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/71010347061310414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=71010347061310414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/71010347061310414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/71010347061310414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/28th-december-2005-privatised-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-501283351980515846</id><published>2006-12-27T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:39:33.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th December 2006, Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Myste&lt;a href="http://cruxroad.blogspot.com"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt;ious Look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:54PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-501283351980515846?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/501283351980515846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=501283351980515846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/501283351980515846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/501283351980515846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-i-back.html' title='Am I back?'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-8735361344797021690</id><published>2006-12-22T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:03:44.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a virgin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd December 2006, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Erm, Erm Erm! I'm still a ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration Day today is quite eventful, though I was slightly flustered at times. Like for the fact I was the only one in 101 (other ICs were missing - went overseas). Stressed. At first I thought the full blazer set might look smart and cool. But NO, it was stuffy and hot... Those primary sixes look like angels too. Wahahaha! And it was so hard to keep a smile on your face cos of the hot weather and tiredness. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And halfway during the walk back to school (lunch), one of my court shoes gave way totally. Like, SNAP, then broken into two solid pieces. Damn embarrassing okay!? I'm buying a new set. That pair is super old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that is trial-run of Potted Games. Got very wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):) Orientation Week way to go! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry I didn't go into details cos I have to rush homework. But Ren Jie got his haircut (I know it is highly irrelevant, but heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Apparently there are two couples in the council. But for privacy issues, I won't reveal their names. But hey, since my blog is private now, why not? Aiya don't want la... zzz later Pearleen and Jun Hao come and scold me. OMFG I JUST REVEALED COUPLE NUMBER ONE! Hope they don't visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I didn't reveal couple no. 2, if not Eugene and Amanda will SURELY strangle me to death. Did I just say this aloud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! JOKING NIA OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:33PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-8735361344797021690?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/8735361344797021690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=8735361344797021690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8735361344797021690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8735361344797021690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-still-virgin.html' title='I&apos;m still a virgin.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-7587162690713402305</id><published>2006-12-21T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:19:22.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad won a lucky draw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st December 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad won lucky draw,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST PRIZE SOME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, there were two prizes left. And another guy was called up, but he got only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOILET PAPER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. I know it's evil to laugh, but heck! It's so SWAY can? Who get toilet paper one in a &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; draw one ah? WHO? Then my dad's name was called up and TADA, he got the top prize. LCD TV set. =) I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYphtawXPgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yWw10-8UHFk/s1600-h/monopol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010924968307277314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYphtawXPgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yWw10-8UHFk/s400/monopol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how come I have this smug smile, as if I just won a scheming old bat in something. This picture is quite pointless, too. It only shows how self-absorbed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpkGqwXPhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8jTcDa-WerA/s1600-h/DSCN2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010927601122229778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpkGqwXPhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8jTcDa-WerA/s400/DSCN2777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I can't, but the said object which has appeared in this photo has convinced me thoroughly. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on... &lt;u&gt;Kbox Affair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpkpKwXPiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P25etxrGTcU/s1600-h/pi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010928193827716642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpkpKwXPiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P25etxrGTcU/s400/pi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Shui Jing Jie (not mei because technically speaking, she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; older than me). By the way, maple forumites who are reading this: Anyone interested in her? I can introduce. She's Molly. She is from Thailand, age 16, and loves gentlemen. Oh yeah, she loves chocolate milk (I KNOW YOU HATE IT, LMAO). Oh, the name you see in the picture (Crystal) is actually a distraction - Don't care about it, k? Note: Her thai is super sexy. :) (EDIT: Said person is actually from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not Thailand. I made a humongous mistake! SORRY. But still, she can speak Thai and she is like so well-defined in every area [including boobs]). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYplpKwXPjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-KeF3-_aRdY/s1600-h/pi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010929293339344434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYplpKwXPjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-KeF3-_aRdY/s400/pi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah this one even more shuai. Girls please read on. His name is Johnny. From USA one. He's actually a blonde, but he dyed his hair jet black. And you see his shiny teeth? They are not braces, please don't be mistaken - they are produced because of his handsome-ness. He likes to pretend he's Jay Chou too. Damn zai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpmzawXPkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R4aWqXvw1NY/s1600-h/pi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010930568944631362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpmzawXPkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R4aWqXvw1NY/s400/pi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. His name is Veronica is from China. Yes, he's a China man. If you are asking me why he has a girl's name, I'm telling you that he mistranslated some chinese words into English. Oh, he's 16, and he enjoys ballet dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all, however, is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpnxqwXPlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dzesb2Lpnuo/s1600-h/DSCN2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010931638391488082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpnxqwXPlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dzesb2Lpnuo/s400/DSCN2760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the son of Jolin Tsai. So you can see, he sings like there's no tomorrow (equivalent to glass breaking and a mini earthquake). Super nice voice plus a seductive tone. He's called Nonny, from Japan (actualy Jap name is actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Konichiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Cool right? His age is unknown though, cos he refused to reveal it. A lot of people say he looks like my friend, William, but I disagree. This one is more shuai can? But if you are asking me, Jolin is from Taiwan what, how come Nonny is a Japanese, then I suggest you ask me privately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYppVawXPmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EnWIjv4ihH8/s1600-h/DSCN2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010933352083439202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYppVawXPmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EnWIjv4ihH8/s400/DSCN2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonny decides to be Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpqCKwXPnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lyJKtzQGJlk/s1600-h/DSCN2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010934120882585202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpqCKwXPnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lyJKtzQGJlk/s400/DSCN2756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny and Nonny (it coincidentally rhymes, lmao) were invited to stage to sing a song: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. CHAO NICE LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpqz6wXPoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ox2OM68OsAM/s1600-h/DSCN2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010934975581077122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYpqz6wXPoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ox2OM68OsAM/s400/DSCN2771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The super big christmas tree, at Heeren. =) (P/s: SHIT, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not Heeren. I always get mixed up one. Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg and rush more homework. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: If you are really desperate and want to cling onto my friends, I suggest you buy my presents first (like a Rolex watch or a Mercedes Benz). Then I may consider whether I wanna introduce to you. If not, DREAM ON. They are ALL MINE. Thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:10PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-7587162690713402305?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/7587162690713402305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=7587162690713402305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7587162690713402305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7587162690713402305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dad-won-lucky-draw.html' title='My dad won a lucky draw!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYphtawXPgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yWw10-8UHFk/s72-c/monopol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-8949969671232337953</id><published>2006-12-20T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T04:59:25.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like killing myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th December 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like killing myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration Day is making me a little tense here. Goodnessness. I don't know why too. Vice Principal stressed on the courtesy of all councillors - But... How am I supposed to do that, given my bitchy nature? *Pouts lips unhappily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the land of Kiasuists (more commonly known as Singapore), the local aunties practise &lt;strong&gt;Kiasuism&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, it is a philosophy already). And although I'm a half-Kiasuist myself, I don't know how to counter those aunties, who have formidable abilities to rant and make noise. Most aunties have reached the maximum level of Kiasuism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the announcement is made to ask all students to buy their books and uniform, the aunties will perform the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Level Kiasuism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FIRST COME FIRST SERVED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, they will literally rush over and push here push there. Wow, nice! Naturally, the queue will get longer and some aunties get irritated. This is when the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Second Level of Kiasuism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comes in: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I START TO GRUMBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lao eh, why the queue so long one? My son come here to register, not queue leh!" To counter this, I will smile a bit, then pinch her son's face, then tell her, "Hi, do you mind shutting up?" No la, I'm very responsible, and I won't do that. I will say, "You may go to the nearby Yang Tze Kiang to purchase the school uniform. You will have to walk up straight yadda yadda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they will practise &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Level of Kiasuism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I WILL SHOW YOU LAO NIANG'S ATTITUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They usually roll their eyes, or they sulk, and mutter things under their breath like, "If I know already, I wouldn't have come to this school." This is very powerful, and it can kill people who are average, like Vivien, Ai Hua, etc. But, as I'm a fully trained CounKiasist, I will smile more, as if it's my Father's Day, then I will say, "Knn... ccb... you think I'm your servant meh?" NO, I'm supposed to be patient and polite right? Okay, so I will say, "I can help you ask if the shopowner is willing to help your son measure his shirt size first. That will make it more convenient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, usual aunties will keep quiet. BUT, like most cases, there are exceptions. So a few aunties may start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Level Four Kiasuism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE YOUR ATTITUDE, I WANNA COMPLAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I will smile even more (as if I struck lottery) and SLAP HER FACE. Yes, I will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself of the things to wear, I'm posting it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-Long pants&lt;br /&gt;-Blazer&lt;br /&gt;-School belt&lt;br /&gt;-Name Tag&lt;br /&gt;-White socks&lt;br /&gt;-Court Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've got all the things. I just need to borrow court shoes from my dad. Thanks William for accompanying me to YTK okay? :D But I look super unnatural on blazer-full. Lol... sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call me at 7.30am on friday can? Please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at Delvin's party. LOL! The food is delimonofaxibulous. SUPER SHIOK. Got turket meat, chicken pieces, fish fillet, pasta, potato salad, prawns and a Christmas cake. They will be cutting another Log Cake later! Can eat until I die liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of all things that I should be doing (like gambling, crowding around a computer, playing X Box, playing soccer, chatting and eating together), I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have too much blogostrophic hormones, and I love to blog when my mood is good. :) The feeling is damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. My dad's just called me, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FUXXING RECEIVED MY EDUSAVE AND SCHOLARSHIP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn happy can?! =) I'm so happy, that I don't mind unknown taggers coming and say I'm ugly. Just for ten seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, they are drinking wine now. LMAO. Wine. Sigh* Del's mum urged them not to drink, but they still insisted. Later got unwanted pregnancies. *Cough Underage sex *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask me since when I learn this *cough cough* thing. It is from Jia Lei. I told him I'm a councillor and his reaction was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cough* "Wah, siao!" *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like stuffing two coins inside his nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough blogging, I'm going off. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:59PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-8949969671232337953?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/8949969671232337953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=8949969671232337953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8949969671232337953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8949969671232337953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-like-killing-myself.html' title='I feel like killing myself.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-4052730312856538097</id><published>2006-12-19T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:49:49.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blame it on the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th December 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blame it on the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, correct. Blame it on the rain that I can't finish my A Maths. What?! I'm being unreasonable? The rain makes the environment more cooling, and excuse me. See the bed don't sleep meh? Siao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, blame it on the rain that I cannot finish my homework. Okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've stopped foruming for 2 weeks. It's taking me a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good gracious, I have not bought my long pants! And I have to wear it this friday, which is Registration Day obviously... But, I swear I'm buying it tomorrow! Still need to alter some more. Wah I very scared don't have stock leh! =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;My second brother (aka Delwin, and whom you all say he's more handsome than me, making me &lt;em&gt;super jealous&lt;/em&gt;) just got like $300 Edusave. First $150 is for Leadership (he's a CCA leader - ah huh, but I'm also a councillor next year!). Second $150 is for Good Progress Award (chao nugget, I also improve a lot leh, how come never give me?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And yes, he did improve like, from 2x th position, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My mother thinks that it is the power of love that has driven him to work harder. His girlfriend-wannabe is indeed a very ... Good person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Moving on... People like Benjamin and Ai Hua have already received Scholarships. I HAVE NOT! Oh my holy goodness can? I got 5th in class leh! How come I don't have? I'm beginning to suspect that they don't give Scholarships to students who don't qualify for HCL. So there, I'm left out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber sad. When will my letter come? Okay, maybe Hong Kah District is really slow, or maybe they missed out my name... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow's Delvin's Christmas party. Muhahaha! Going to see all SJI friends (a lot, I tell you). I want to say something and I hope they don't read my blog: I-am-relieved-I-am-not-in-that-school-as-the-teachers-there-spend-hours-checking-on-student-blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost chose it as first choice. &lt;em&gt;Almost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy and proud to be a BPian! :) At here, teachers will only laugh at your posts. Some teachers read my blog =.= I don't want to point out the teachers' names, but one of them is Miss Tay (opps?). I hope she has stopped reading already, cos it's quite uncomfortable to pry into a student's life (*accusing glance*) *cough cough*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Claris' birthday party!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYfQh6wXPfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TIBrqrqsDOI/s1600-h/Claris_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010202391599332850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYfQh6wXPfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TIBrqrqsDOI/s400/Claris_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She feels EXTREMELY honoured to appear on my blog. Lol! =) First time some more. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:47PM&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/29235801-4052730312856538097?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/4052730312856538097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=4052730312856538097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/4052730312856538097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/4052730312856538097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='blame it on the rain'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYfQh6wXPfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TIBrqrqsDOI/s72-c/Claris_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-3266582342621664209</id><published>2006-12-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:21:32.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I OVERSLEPT AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th December 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FREAKING OVERSLEPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.45am, then I thought it was 7.45, so I carried sleeping as if I'm Snow White. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm blogging now! I will photolog tonight, if I'm a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-3266582342621664209?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/3266582342621664209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=3266582342621664209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/3266582342621664209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/3266582342621664209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-overslept-again.html' title='I OVERSLEPT AGAIN'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-6045344658232831740</id><published>2006-12-17T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:31:31.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th December 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, I was so preoccupied with foruming and doing my homework that I partially neglected blogging. I always make an effort to post everyday, and this habit shall not stop, until Kira (whom Wei Jie claims is him) writes my name onto his Death Note book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUPID&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people around the forum. One of them said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chen Wei Lian sucks to the core!!His singing isn't that good lol. He's such a disgrace to s'pore, uses singlish in all his shows.He's just getting sampathy from us people, whats go good about him, some more he's so ugly and looks unhygienic, idiotic face while giving his speech and thinking he is so smart. BULL S**T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. I wanted to kill myself when I saw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1030642"&gt;http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1030642&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can search for my response there. My forum name is Luteno92. And by response, I mean a very laboured argument. You may disagree with me, but you will soon find that you are wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand such &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt; people you know? But still, I won't reveal the forumite's name in case he comes saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, why you reveal my forum name - &lt;em&gt;Auditioner&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPPS&lt;/strong&gt;, I just revealed the person's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are good forumites la... Most of them are friendly and nice. zZz But there's a BP forumite in there who kept on accusing me and Yin Shuen of being a couple. I won't reveal his forum name, in case he finds his gang and beat me up. If you really want to know, it is GarfieId.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revealed it again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Benjamin: Nah, I'm sorry for the post. Didn't sense any humour in your joke though. But I really mean it when I said my photography skills are LOUSY. Anyway, I wasn't really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Crystal: If you are reading this right now, would you mind coming online? We haven't even discussed the time for Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and Registration Day is coming, I still haven't got my long pants. Can someone tell me on my tagboard how to go Yang Tze Jiang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate people who beat about the bush at the wrong time. ZZZ I wanna die already. I'm not talking about under joking circumstances. I'm saying when you are so irritated and frustrated already, the person still doesn't want to tell you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wants you to guess. - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES, that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, lim peh's so IRRITATED already I have no mood to play guessing games and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. I will blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-6045344658232831740?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/6045344658232831740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=6045344658232831740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6045344658232831740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6045344658232831740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry.html' title='SORRY.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2411740306873705933</id><published>2006-12-16T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:43:11.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th December 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the BEST captionist!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1030817"&gt;http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1030817&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won the second round. And I can't believe I didn't win the third. Biasedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha! I am about to finish E. Maths. Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot believe it. More blogging tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:42PM&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/29235801-2411740306873705933?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2411740306873705933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2411740306873705933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2411740306873705933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2411740306873705933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/captionist.html' title='Captionist'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-9221614304020634698</id><published>2006-12-15T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:10:09.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th November 2006, Saturday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/s: And yes, I made a loophole in the poll question: "Your Favourite Blogger". If you voted for the last option, then you are being contradictory. Because since I'm your favourite blogger, you wouldn't want me to close down this blog (which is highly unlikely). So in future, open your eyes to SEE clearly :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No comments, PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, some people got so many things to say that they have &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; to comment on my blog... I prefer if you don't comment in any way. It is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if my blog is boring? OMFG, so? Do you need to tell me that on msn, so that you can make a big fuss out of it?! I say, if my blog is boring, then go away, and it's not like it will affect my readership or what. Why don't you tell some others that THEIR blogs are boring? WHY &lt;strong&gt;MINE&lt;/strong&gt;? Siao. I don't think my blog is &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; interesting, but still I enjoy blogging and entertaining. And I think that's quite enough for a 14-year-old blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, mistakes on posts are inevitable. Sorry, but if you cannot stand such gross mistakes, then I urge you to stop visiting my blog. Don't like to see mistakes right? GO AWAY LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz Like what the? Got so many comments hor? Go and shut your mouth - I don't want to hear them. You can of course talk behind my back, and insult me and yadda yadda... - Just don't let me know that you are backstabbing, then it's fine already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) And MY camera skills are &lt;strong&gt;VERY lousy&lt;/strong&gt;, as well as my camera, which is only 5.1 megapixels. SO... if you think viewing my photos are gonna spoil your eyes, I say, GET-THE-HELL-OUT-OF-THIS-SITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE MY PHOTOS OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford 7.1, not even 6.0, and I'm so terribly sorry that I've to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a piece of advice: If you see a photo on this blog that you find trouble viewing (or you need to squint your eyes BADLY), click the tiny white "X" on the red button found at the top right hand corner in your computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, you can use your 7.1 megapixels to capture your own pictures, and post them on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that GREAT? Saves all the trouble on the big fuss about "my pictures are so lousy" and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my post is not directed at anyone. Just in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:13AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-9221614304020634698?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/9221614304020634698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=9221614304020634698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/9221614304020634698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/9221614304020634698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-comments-please.html' title='No comments, please'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-7915465168050116545</id><published>2006-12-15T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:24:27.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>night safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th December 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/s: I can't remember the animals' names, so shut the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Safari.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKFI_zW2YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ev_Dkimaeyc/s1600-h/DSCN2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008712125201701250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKFI_zW2YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ev_Dkimaeyc/s400/DSCN2646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Benjamin hiding himself behind the Night Safari flyer. Don't laugh hor. *Sniggers secretly at the back*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKIAPzW2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J_q0j3MPZmY/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008715273412729234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKIAPzW2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J_q0j3MPZmY/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Hui Jin. The captions were an accident. I don't know how they went up there and got stuck. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKIr_zW2aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sPA8Fwk9oMg/s1600-h/DSCN2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008716025032006050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKIr_zW2aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sPA8Fwk9oMg/s400/DSCN2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view of the people there. Erm, we were at the Bridge of Suspense. LOL. It had no suspense at all. The shakiest motion, which is not shaky at all, is the part when we all jumped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKJV_zW2bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sYKIJsqaMa8/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008716746586511794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKJV_zW2bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sYKIJsqaMa8/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With William!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKKI_zW2cI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nk-yDjdi1zw/s1600-h/ani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008717622759840194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKKI_zW2cI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nk-yDjdi1zw/s400/ani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really the CLEAREST I could manage. Take note: Couldn't on flash cos it would startle the elephants. Anyway, after that we went to the amphitheatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was incredibly fabulous. Lots of introduction to animals and what stunts and what have you. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKLc_zW2dI/AAAAAAAAABM/YiJls6HNkZU/s1600-h/DSCN2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008719065868851666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKLc_zW2dI/AAAAAAAAABM/YiJls6HNkZU/s400/DSCN2673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, Ren Jie and Zhe Hao. All very thin people =) We started sitting on the tram. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKMHvzW2eI/AAAAAAAAABU/Tthq_zfXSYI/s1600-h/DSCN2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008719800308259298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKMHvzW2eI/AAAAAAAAABU/Tthq_zfXSYI/s400/DSCN2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin and Bracer Boy. In the back view is William Shakespeare. No, William Hung. Nah, he's William Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKMuPzW2fI/AAAAAAAAABc/zYy8E1Vn1fQ/s1600-h/ani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008720461733222898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKMuPzW2fI/AAAAAAAAABc/zYy8E1Vn1fQ/s400/ani2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid taurus was so far away and this was the best I could manage. Er... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKNFfzW2gI/AAAAAAAAABk/LDK84Ckb4Ig/s1600-h/ani3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008720861165181442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKNFfzW2gI/AAAAAAAAABk/LDK84Ckb4Ig/s400/ani3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels honoured that he's on my blog. Cannot believe it. Yes, I know rhino language. Thanks a lot. Now you are probably saying, that he rhino actual words were: "WTF. Don't ever post me on your blog!" LOL, nice try. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKNp_zW2hI/AAAAAAAAABs/TeHdJwelRmE/s1600-h/ani4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008721488230406674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKNp_zW2hI/AAAAAAAAABs/TeHdJwelRmE/s400/ani4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there looking at it for like a few minutes (very long liao hor). But the crocodile won't move. He's either shedding his skin since he's a reptile, or he is reeling from shock that he's just been castrated. OPPS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKOWPzW2iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TTVKRx5yDcg/s1600-h/ani5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008722248439618082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKOWPzW2iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TTVKRx5yDcg/s400/ani5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the middle lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKPDfzW2jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PemOUA4ao2o/s1600-h/ani6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008723025828698674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKPDfzW2jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PemOUA4ao2o/s400/ani6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are BLIND, the thing is right in the middle of the picture. And I forgot the name of the said animal. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKQBfzW2kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ns5QZrR0Amw/s1600-h/ani7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008724090980588098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKQBfzW2kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ns5QZrR0Amw/s400/ani7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flying squirrel. Is it a bat or a squirrel? I forgot. =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKRhvzW2lI/AAAAAAAAACM/7M_Fh4lNNRo/s1600-h/DSCN2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008725744542997074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKRhvzW2lI/AAAAAAAAACM/7M_Fh4lNNRo/s400/DSCN2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered this shop where any white things on our bodies will SHINE like there's no tomorrow. Look at my shoelaces! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKSJfzW2mI/AAAAAAAAACU/SPEBRGB3t1w/s1600-h/DSCN2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008726427442797154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKSJfzW2mI/AAAAAAAAACU/SPEBRGB3t1w/s400/DSCN2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The animal at the extreme right has something to tell you all, "Hey, don't tell anyone I'm a zebra okay? If not the other five tigers will kill me. I'm blending in well, since my body has stripes. MUHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This photolog is not very satisfying and I know that. But still, be patient for more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:19PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-7915465168050116545?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/7915465168050116545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=7915465168050116545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7915465168050116545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7915465168050116545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/15th-december-2006-friday-night-safari.html' title='night safari'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RYKFI_zW2YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ev_Dkimaeyc/s72-c/DSCN2646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-769530326831052054</id><published>2006-12-14T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:34:46.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slapped twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th November 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slapped Twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the post dated &lt;strong&gt;9th Nov&lt;/strong&gt; is edited with red words, due to some seriousness of the said person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanna specify here something and you guys must read hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, if you cannot take my jokes or you are just a tad too serious, you can tell me online on msn that you want your name which is found in all my jokes to be &lt;strong&gt;removed&lt;/strong&gt;. I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; problem with that, and I'm serious. My e-mail is &lt;a href="mailto:prince-wannabe@hotmail.com"&gt;prince-wannabe@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. But do not send hatemails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moving on to the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slapped twice, by a crocodile's tail. Oh yeah, speaking of crocodiles, the Night Safari trip was quite fun, although I was ... sleepy =.= I will do a photolog later, cos now I have to rush over to Lot One and buy Claris her birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: No, I wasn't personal-attacking him. So stfu already. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:33AM&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/29235801-769530326831052054?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/769530326831052054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=769530326831052054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/769530326831052054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/769530326831052054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/slapped-twice.html' title='Slapped twice'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-173601043940396693</id><published>2006-12-13T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:49:15.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 15 next year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th December 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turning 15 next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hopped over to Yin Shuen's blog and on she said, in big fonts, that she is going to turn 15 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain this. But ... but ... long pants?! Oh damn bloody, it is definitely the age of childishness-free. Actually, this year is the last year of childishness. So if you are still immature next year, I think you it's a gone case le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You are no longer excused for playing truant if you did so when you were younger. But hey, don't play truant okay? It's not good. You are also no longer labelled as "early teens" when someone describes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are allowed to join in the label of "Mid-teens" as the youngest members, along with the 16s, 17s and 18s. You are even allowed to watch NC16 at Causeway Point if you look mature enough. I've got a tip here, if you at still 15, but want to watch NC16 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 15, you should be able to get your I/C. So if you walk towards the attendant, just show him your I/C. But as you do so, you must shake gently so he doesn't get to see the year "1992", and at a same time, show a frustrated expression as though you are desperate to enter the cinema. You can do this by checking your watch. After which, just throw (okay, maybe not throw) the ticket at him, and there, you can watch it. Most of the times it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Maple Forum and thought I was like one of the youngest group. But heck, no! There are people born in 1996 and I was like, "Huh? So young?" (cos my timing is at 2000). Always like this. It is only seconds later that I remember it's 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School long pants symbolises maturity, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough. I am, at long last, able to finish Maths and Chem. I'm going to start on English compre tomorrow, and finish everything up by Saturday. :) I broke my promise of finishing everything by November. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there's a trend of commiting suicide in the MRT tracks. And some sickening forumite posted a corpse of the said suicidal style. Omg I almost couldn't sleep man. Isn't it like a fashion? They seem to think that it will be quick and fast but heck, they are so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even talking about the bloody mess they create when they fall down and join Jesus. I'm talking about the trauma the MRT driver is going to experience and the delay of the whole MRT system. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, the best way to commit suicide is to pop 927 sleeping pills. It's going to safe and slow. And it's very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm not urging you to commit suicide. The world is extremely beautiful, especially with the presence of the blogger on this site (I'm talking about me). I also cannot understand why people must commit suicide. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the dumbest, most foolish, stupidest, dumbest, most sick, most irritating, idiotic-est, dumbest, dumbest and dumbest thing you can ever do in life. There are other things you can do, you know? Like for example, visiting Geylang. It's very enjoyable. And I'm saying the nice &lt;em&gt;tian ji zhou&lt;/em&gt; (porridge), not what you are thinking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come telling me that you are stressed, and you wanna kill yourself. I'll NEVER accept this reason, and if you allow me, I want to slap you 2000 times so that you can wake up and SEE for yourself, how beautiful this world is. What's so good about commiting suicide? Do you know there are so many people out there struggling to stay alive and you? What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want really want to test it out, then I say, do it secretly. Don't involve a second party or whatever. I tell you, if I am a MRT driver, and I happen to kill one passenger in the tracks, my life will be so ruined okay. Sure, I escape the penalties since it is impossible to stop the train, but damn the bloody emotional trauma I am going to get after that. I don't wanna think about it. It's sad, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting a bit ominous and devoid of life here, so I'm changing my topic for a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Night Safari tomorrow, with Ren Jie and co. First time go there leh! And I had been honoured to do a wonderful photolog for the trip. So guys going PLEASE don't mind me taking photos okay? :) Lots of cam-whore. And since there hasn't been any photos nowadays, I'm gonna put a big photo of myself, and don't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RX_mrfzW2XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TtD7VSaGaXY/s1600-h/newhaircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007974945604950386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RX_mrfzW2XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TtD7VSaGaXY/s400/newhaircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new hairstyle. Short le lar, compared to previous one. Sorry, I delibrately blurred the background cos I think it's nicer that way. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Overslept today until 9.30... Didn't go for fencing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S(2): I have re-inserted my tagboard. And I have a strong instinct that people will come insulting me, saying I'm a gay/bitch/stupid ass/ugly toot. To HELL with these people. They are usually the hideous ones hiding in a corner with low self-esteem, and constantly wanking to their mother's photos (Learnt this in maple forum, hahaha). Sick asses. You want to insult or flame me I also no problem de. At most, the biggest reaction I make is rolling my eyes. I am very magnanimous - don't you know that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that you are so cowardly and don't put your name, scared that you will get a lengthy post on my blog. And you brush it off saying, "You are not fit to know my name!!!" LMAO. Please la, your unworthy name is nothing much to show off. And yes, I curse you to have prostate cancer and may you become impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, did I just say I'm magnanimous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:47PM&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/29235801-173601043940396693?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/173601043940396693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=173601043940396693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/173601043940396693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/173601043940396693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/turning-15-next-year.html' title='Turning 15 next year!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RX_mrfzW2XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TtD7VSaGaXY/s72-c/newhaircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-527583396881994034</id><published>2006-12-12T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T04:51:06.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th December 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time (Part II),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said this very loudly so that everyone in the vicinity can hear, "What?! You want to top Literature? Dream on lar, genius genius, people like Kai Jun is so good in Lit lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sadly (for the person), I topped the subject, even when I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOKINGLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I wanna top it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, when someone said this to me, "Wah? You want to go Triple Science ah? &lt;em&gt;Man man deng&lt;/em&gt; (means wait long long in English) la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sadly (for him), I shut his mouth up on 14th November, when the results are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also once, when someone said this to me, "Don't dream of getting 5 A1s hor, it is impossible for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I posted a very huge picture of my report slip on one of the posts, showing 6 A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, when someone said, "You? A councillor? Create havoc only la please. I will be a pig if you become a councillor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled to myself, knowing that he had admitted to being a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a time, when someone said this to me, "Your blogging style is absolutely CRAZY and CRAPPY, so no people will visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I shall not prove myself for this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is not that I want to show off. It's the part on their demoralising. I can't stand people who demoralise me. And when something like this happens, I so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN EFFING WANT TO PROVE I CAN DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR FACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my character is like this. But most of the times I aim for myself, if not, myself. That's it. There are many demoralisers out there, some times I get really disheartened... But I often love to shut their mouths up and prove to myself that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression: I finally managed to get Physics and the Vocab book. Oh, gosh. Anyway, after fencing, William and I went to Delifrance to eat. :) Chatted with him until 2.30pm, and I went back home to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was tennis session at Palm gardens, and after that, I went for a haircut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:50PM&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/29235801-527583396881994034?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/527583396881994034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=527583396881994034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/527583396881994034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/527583396881994034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-time-part-ii.html' title='Once upon a time (Part II)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-7784119704879513749</id><published>2006-12-11T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:34:58.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How should I put it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th November 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How should I put it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maple forum was under the attack of a pornographer yesterday. He was flooding the forum with porn sites and his crap. Ridiculous =.= I hope his penis rots and his asshole gets burnt. And recently, there has been discussions on masturbation. Lol, some forumites are telling us how beneficial it is. *Shrugs indifferently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I ever were a girl, then the first thing I want is - big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it may seem shallow and superficial (someone even came shouting to me, "Got good figure so what?"), but stop pretending la, you know very well that you want big boobs right? 94% of the girls will say in unison, "yes". 5% of the them will say "no" since they have big boobs (however, it is the minority) and 1% of the girls will say "no" not because they have big boobs, but because they are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not so well-endowed when I was born, then I would go for breast enlargement, provided if it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) safe&lt;br /&gt;(b) with no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boobs can do wonders. Like for the fact that people will be admiring you like you are a God. Or people may term you as the Nanny (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nai ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Chinese). Especially if you are at least a C-cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the said wonderful set, I would go around flashing. No, it's a joke. But I would be more confident of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, guys will be so turned on they will buy you anything? *Laughs* But of course you must have sexy legs plus well-defined hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to the male part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a male (now readers question, "So are you a male or a female? I'm a male lar, just kidding about the "if" part...), the first thing I want is an above average-size brother. At least got something to SHOW right?! Some people argue back that who I can show to. But ... but ... honestly, I don't know how to argue this (surprising, since I'm such a for-argue person) but I'd rather not to look so flat in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, most of the times girls tell us, "Size doesn't matter". But no, they are either lying, bluffing, saying a lie, joking, lying, thinking you are dumb, trying to comfort you, lying, lying and lying. They are actually hoping you would say something like, "Oh, don't you worry, I'm big." I mean, come on la, they feel nothing when doing it if the said holy organ is so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm joking. Enough of mindless stuffs, I typed it out mindlessly to attract more readers, so as to prove I'm an exhibitionistic blogger. Offended people can kindly click the red button on the top right corner. I told you many times that you will get offended le. So why come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you another group of people I hate. Please don't tell me I hate a lot of things already, and that is time for me to stop hating things. Do you know that hating is good for health? It shows that you are indeed irritated by particular things, and that's very normal for a human and... and it makes you more intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why intelligent, you ask. My response is that since you hate this thing and that thing, you would take note of it, and when you come across another one, you would know how to react. In short, you become more witty and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is bullshit. But it seems to make sense after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate extremely serious people. Not hate, just dislike. I was at Maple Forum, and heck, believe it or not, someone asked about a problem in his thread, and for a reply, this forumite goes telling him some stupid chim stuffs. He sucks badly, I tell you. What's with the seriousness in him? Nabeh... People ask question, he tell everyone some principles of his: "this comes from this... and to make it this, this must be done, as this comes from this... yadda yadda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pancreatic duct almost came out from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the humble opinion of yours truly, his response was utterly crappy. But I clearly know he wants to maintain his reputation of being &lt;strong&gt;"the most serious and formal forumite on Maple forum"&lt;/strong&gt;. I also won't reveal his forum name, in case some Maple forumites type "wongtai" in yahoo or google and come to my blog. Opps, did I just reveal it? Try to sound chim chim that kind - you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cannot type in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIMPLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sentences, so that people can understand leh? If sounding chim doesn't make people understand you, then stop it already. And if you think sounding chim is a way to make you intelligent, my response is a VERY BIG "NO!" and I'm sure many of us will shout in unison. If you want your message conveyed clearly, express yourself not in chim and formal words, but in the right and most understood way. I will take an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog (someone just threw a rotten egg but I ducked). Not kidding though, don't you think you can understand PERFECTLY what I want to tell you? Okay maybe not 100%, but surely 90% of the time you get what I mean right? I also don't like to add in extra vocabs so that other people will think I'm very good in English (actually I'm not) cos I think it's unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting long pants tomorrow in school. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:07PM&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/29235801-7784119704879513749?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/7784119704879513749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=7784119704879513749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7784119704879513749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7784119704879513749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-should-i-put-it.html' title='How should I put it?'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2297433961042847965</id><published>2006-12-10T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:59:18.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaths in sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th December 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deaths in sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Newpaper, and it reported the fourth death in sleep, I think it's some taxi driver or whoever, but most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO DIE IN MY SLEEP. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was a choice between terminal illness and death in sleep, I would pick the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may argue that you die peacefully in your sleep, and that your parents (or other family members) would most certainly want it that way than to watch you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, excuse me, if I'm supposed to die in my sleep, then my parents would definitely die too, FROM &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay maybe they won't but they are so not mentally prepared that they will never accept this. Agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, choi! I don't want to die this early. I've got a lot of things not done, and a lot of achievements not made. I cannot die so young. Yes, I very kiasee one, and you better take note of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you bring out a knife to rob me, I'll most probably give you my ATM card. Did I just reveal this to the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Dear readers, you are very lucky. As this month is the month of Functions for me (I dunno why I'm invited to so many functions as well. No need for jealous, though), I will be doing at least 3 photologs. You can also help advertise my blog (I have decided, once and for all, that I won't mind strangers looking at my blog) on yours, like what Suen Li did. Muhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned people! :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also have my own FanFiction on Maple Forum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1018773"&gt;http://forums.asiasoft.net/thread.asp?qid=1018773&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm Luteno92, how many times must I repeat?! Okay fine, this is the first time. Haha! And I love it when people praise me. But in any case, I love my story. And if you ask me personally (provided if I know you), I may tell you what might happen next. Did I say before that I want to be a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes... I love being a book writer, if I fail as a blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blogger&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher - English Literature and History @ BPGHS&lt;br /&gt;3) Book writer - Fiction of course!&lt;br /&gt;4) Grand Manager at random company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, most probably I will end up teaching at BPGHS, cos I love Literature and History! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:59PM&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/29235801-2297433961042847965?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2297433961042847965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2297433961042847965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2297433961042847965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2297433961042847965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/deaths-in-sleep.html' title='Deaths in sleep'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-5402549763519230888</id><published>2006-12-09T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:25:00.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th November 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: Apparently, 9 people think I'm a bitch and that I'm too bitchy to be their friends. Conclusion: 8 of them are liars. Cos I'm a very nice person, and I hope this is the last time I repeat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I saw some chio-bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some lao aunties hanging around actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got my own ATM card today. I'm so happy. Do you know my account mysteriously has a huge amount inside? Ahem* But I have promised not to use unless during emergencies. Er, please don't tell anyone, but I am using the card on the day of shopping spree. MUHAHAHAHA. Opps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not revealing the real amount, in case I get robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIN code is a 6-digit number (obviously) and I'm giving you a hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try solving this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore eyes healing bit by bit. Hope they completely recover by tomorrow. Irritating Itch killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm going to chiong my Maths later. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am secretly hoping that all the functions that I was invited won't clash, though it is super unlikely. I really wanna go to all of them. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made some new friends in the Maple Forum. One of them is Jing Wen, and he's from BP. And he &lt;em&gt;coincidentally&lt;/em&gt; visits my blog too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(p/s: He doesn't actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which I seriously pretended not to know. He's basically some sec 3 guy, who is in NPCC, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(THIS PART IS EFFING REMOVED. Apparently the said person is a very serious guy. So I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; joke. Ah huh ah huh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my blog is not private at all. But his' is, so I will ask if he wants me to link him. (In case some people start to accuse me. And if you feel uncomfortable that I linked you, you better tell me right now, so that I can remove your link straight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:16PM&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/29235801-5402549763519230888?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/5402549763519230888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=5402549763519230888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5402549763519230888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5402549763519230888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-892490301461000268</id><published>2006-12-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:20:08.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th December 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sore eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ITCHY, I feel like rubbing my eyes. But I know it will intensify the itch even more, so I can't. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz, sorry I'm too irritated to blog now. I will blog later, if my eyes heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:18AM&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/29235801-892490301461000268?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/892490301461000268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=892490301461000268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/892490301461000268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/892490301461000268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/sore-eyes.html' title='Sore eyes'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-1894286094531001150</id><published>2006-12-08T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:18:22.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William the labourer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th December 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S(2): Oh yeah, I'm also invited by Claris to her Mac Party. LMAO. I think it's on the 15th. Wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: If you don't like to appear on my blog. Please do not ask me to blog about you. And tell me personally. I will delete your names and photos which include you in all my posts. I don't want people to feel uncomfortable and start accusing me. AND STOP ARGUING ALREADY, I'M YOUR FAVOURITE BLOGGER - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CAN CHANGE IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;William the labourer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This part about William is deleted as he didn't really like it. Gosh, I'm irritated by this sick thing. But in any case, I was joking, OKAY! SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, someone said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me: "Nowadays your blog is totally boring. No photos, nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE SHIT? Excuse me, but my blogging style remains as formidable as ever. If you have not viewed November archive, you better shut your gap because I am your favourite blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_pervailes_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go view the whole month's worth of posts. I'm quite satisfied already, but yes, of course I will post more interesting stuffs in future. With photos, I will take note of that too. But don't demand too much okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever fail as a blogger, then never mind lor, I enjoyed the process right? So you better don't ask too much hor. I promise I will do another photolog (more if I can afford the time), and I &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did library duties just now. Not very fun. Kai Jun, See Woon and Alex (o1 guy) were there. Think we did quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also invited to a lot of functions during mid-December, so I will post photos then okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delvin has invited me over to his house for Christmas party. Shiok, can see my ex-classmates again! And his house is a four-storey high terrace. Double shiok. And he's gonna like order a buffet. &lt;strong&gt;Triple&lt;/strong&gt; shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour seems to be having a Christmas party too, and don't worry guys, I will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;top of the list for invitation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am that sure, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will also be a family dinner at a restaurant sometime next week. Damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to shop with Crystal and a few others at Bugis or Cineleisure, probably on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Candice wanna go ice-skating sometime next week, but it is terribly unconfirmed and I'm afraid it's gonna get cancelled. Poor response from the male side. Sian. I'm a very pro ice-skater okay? But Ren Jie said I will fall flat on the ice-ground if I ever go to Fuji Ice Palace. Chao nugget, don't care about him, he's such an ass. Kidding, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Jun and See Woon had asked me to go for Escape Theme Park, but I conveniently forgot the date le, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan and company will be watching Death Note II on dunno what day, but going out with them is super sian and dull, cos 99.97% they will go arcade after watching the movie. Siao, but I will still go on friends' account. (I'm joking la. I wanna sound like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da shao ye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be replacing Audry (from o5) on the Registration Day cos she has to go overseas, probably some exotic countries like New Zealand or Paris. Kinda jealous. Oh yeah, I'm in charge of 101 next year, along with Audry, Agnes and Rasheed. Hope I enjoy my time. And obviously on the Registration Day, I have to attend to 101! A bunch of smart-asses. LOL. No wait, LAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are boring, I typically spend my time watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M KIDDING. Dead serious. I'm perfectly decent okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:51PM&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/29235801-1894286094531001150?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/1894286094531001150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=1894286094531001150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1894286094531001150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1894286094531001150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/william-labourer.html' title='William the labourer.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-1543230538302806022</id><published>2006-12-05T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:49:48.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite entries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th December 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite entries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a collection of my favourite entries, in chronological order of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month of May, I started out this blog to humour my closer friends. I guess only the people who were with me since May will know what I'm talking about. Yes, I'm talking about the ridicule on Shi Yuan for wishing me live beyond 103 years old. This post can very well be found if you click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/05/live-beyond-103-years-old_28.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it. All I wanted was laughter. And to my astonishment, lots of people said it was real funny. This gave me a strong motivation to continue to interest my readers. But believe me, my primary reason of blogging is to pen my thoughts and write about my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we enter the second month of my blog, commonly known as June (obviously). I started to make a big fuss over the queue jumpers (click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/06/chalet-queue-jumpers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Okay to be honest, I was extremely pissed off when the people jumped my queue. Totally shocked and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I decided, for goodness' sake, that I should do a post on X-men. If you wanna indulge in my secret talents of blogging, please click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/06/x-men-my-honourable-cast-part-ii.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I'm now kinda guilty that I've edited my friends' image. BUT, it is with assurance that they do not mind, so don't go barking on your stupid green-white blog that they don't like it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July came swiftly and there, many of us should be reminded of the event the school had sponsored so much so much - Beauty and the Beast (click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/07/theatre-of-photos-beauty-and-beastpart.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; please). That was also my first photolog, but it was done incredibly well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August's arrival wasn't that nice, since many people call it the Month of Bitchiness. Yes, I will not deny it. Firstly, I was really unreasonable in the post of counter-act to o1s. Click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-you-think-i-want-to-win-01-meh_09.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out. I can't believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I longed for more attention then, I decided to blog about complain kings - &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/08/complain-complain-complain.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Erm, couldn't help it, but I like this post very much. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the teacher's day celebration, which I did a photolog too! Click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/08/bpghs-dlss-schools-of-photos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, September is awaken and I still didn't let go my bitchy self. The Steve Irwin post, if you remember, can be found &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-let-out-my-annoyance.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. BUT this post is 100% my opinions and till now, I still stand strong on MY beliefs and principles. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be a great photoshopper and photo-imaged C. Jane's picture, commonly known as the model wannabe. It can be found &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/cjane.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! C. Jane, I'm sure you're very proud of yourself, having deserved a post &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not many people have such chances you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, October creeped in and believe me, I was still the bitch (ever since August) and no one managed to change it for a second. However, the STOMP photos really irritated me: &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-has-its-limits.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I decided to feed you people with an almighty photolog (click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-ness-part-ii.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Reminisce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November marks the class chalet, which I also did a photolog and it remains as one of the greatest achievements in my life: &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And after you read this post, you might as well acknowledge me as the BEST photologger ever. Yes, I'm the best photologger. No one ever came close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though so, I still have to admit I was extremely pleased with &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-im-going-to-talk-about-girls-i.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It portrays fully the evil side of me. But I'm still a very nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, these are my favourite entries so far. What're YOUR favourite entries on this blog? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:48AM&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/29235801-1543230538302806022?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/1543230538302806022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=1543230538302806022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1543230538302806022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1543230538302806022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-favourite-entries.html' title='My favourite entries'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-417584796052916189</id><published>2006-12-05T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T03:11:30.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't get into HCL after all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th December 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't get into HCL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, erm, expected. No regrets though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is still okay! No problem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it really affected me bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: In case some people accuse me of lying again, I want to swear that the above info is absolutely true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S(2): In case some people wanna say scathingly that I have no HCL, thus my score cannot be compared to other people's, I am hereby announcing that the tags on my board will be moderated hourly from now on. Come on, I'm telling you &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; daily life and you wanna flame me?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:57PM&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/29235801-417584796052916189?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/417584796052916189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=417584796052916189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/417584796052916189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/417584796052916189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/didnt-get-into-hcl-after-all.html' title='Didn&apos;t get into HCL after all!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-95395947385852741</id><published>2006-12-04T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T05:04:53.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Played host; didn't do a good job; still enjoyed it though</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th December 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played host; didn't do a good job; still enjoyed it though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to hosting I can go horribly well if I'm a tad too sociable on a particularly bouyant day; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can go disastrously wrong if I am just too shy and awkward. YES, I am not kidding - I am not that thick-skinned you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today my mum and I went to Chinatown, where our distant relatives had a hotel there. By distant relatives, I mean my yi(2) po(2) [I think in English it's big auntie or whatever]. Then there are my cousins. All from Australia. Oh don't worry, they are not those angmoh half-breeds (I like to call them half-breeds cos they have blonde hair. Haha), they are asians; with jet black hair and speak Mandarin. So technically speaking, communication was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you wanna ask why they live in Aus and not Singapore, I think you'll have to wait for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have two uncles and an aunt who are only slightly older than me. I am supposed to be their nephew. Cannot believe it, cos the last time I saw them was ... a few years ago. The two uncles are 17, and the aunt is 19. I prefer them to be my cousins though, but you see, generation gap was so huge they were pushed just right before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I went up to the hotel to find them. And after she chatted with my yi po, she left. Yep, SHE EFFING LEFT ME STRANDED ALONE AFTER SAYING, "Okay you bring them to shop okay?" Thoroughly irresponsible, but I couldn't refuse, or it would have been plain rude. When she last faced me before she left the room, I gave her the most exasperated and desperate look, clearly meaning, "PLEASE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she turned and the moments of awkwardness started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thankfully the television was switched on and erm, I sort of looked at it most of the time. The two uncles and one aunt were at the back of the bed talking to each other. Didn't bother to introduce myself, couldn't help it, seriously. Anyway, one uncle is called Grapes, the other Daniel. I don't know the Aunt's name. Soon it was time to leave and someone asked me, "So you are bringing us to Harbour front har?" I smiled and nodded, but deep down, I was filled with uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the most exciting thing happened - I didn't know where the stupid MRT station was. Still, I pretended to know where I was walking (you know, it would so EMBARASSING if the people know that you don't know where you are going, especially when you are leading a large crowd). And I was so damn grateful I saw the MRT sign 1 minute later. :) Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they bought their temporary ez-link cards and we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Vivo City and when I saw my mother there, an immense wave of relief surged through every particle of my body. So after eating, we split into two groups: adults and teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means I had to follow the three uncles/aunt. YES, when they talked to me it's either I had a hearing problem or I was stupid, cos most of the times I couldn't get what they were talking about. I think it's because of their angmoh accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, their English is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yi ji bang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; okay! I don't really speak well but I still managed it. Excuse me, lim peh English A2 okay? Don't come and insult me hor. It's just that I realised writing well and speaking well are very different. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to leave. My mum asked me to get their e-mails or something but I didn't bother. The next minute, I regretted. Nvm, I will still be meeting them next week, maybe with photos and stuffs. Hahaha, that's all, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want their e-mails! Pen-pal la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm VERY glad that my readership is lowering to 70 now. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S(2): Yes, I clearly meant I cannot speak well, but HECK, I can write &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:17PM&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/29235801-95395947385852741?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/95395947385852741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=95395947385852741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/95395947385852741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/95395947385852741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/played-host-didnt-do-good-job-still.html' title='Played host; didn&apos;t do a good job; still enjoyed it though'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-8115824369757834257</id><published>2006-12-03T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:41:07.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd December 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Christmas Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to be a happy blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Five seconds later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I retract my decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone kindly tell me what kind of photos I should post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:40PM&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/29235801-8115824369757834257?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/8115824369757834257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=8115824369757834257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8115824369757834257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8115824369757834257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/3rd-december-2006-sunday-my-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-417362844089238855</id><published>2006-12-01T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:08:45.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got stung by another jellyfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd December 2006, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got stung by another jellyfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a nightmare just now, and wet dreams. The latter is another joke (or is it not? *mysterious look*). It's kinda like me getting so involved in Sec One Orientation next year that I totally neglected my first week's work (I think in the dream, Wei Jie kept reminding me to do them. Yep, we were in the same class&lt;strong&gt; in my dream&lt;/strong&gt;). After which, I consecutively failed numerous tests. It freaked the holy soul out of me. I experienced this in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; REALITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before - that is to say, the first term this year - and I know the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first term, when I failed four tests? Yes! The first one was the Chemistry test (formulae one), I got zero. And then I got back my third Maths test - failed. Wow, sounds fun right? Anyway, I received the HCL class test and to my horror, I failed again. How fun! And then, the least expected, Mrs Ong gave out an English compre test, which I also didn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost broke down like a shit-ass. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I sincerely hope something like this will not happen again. Hahaha, cos... not nice at all. Cos I am a strong believer that dreams do come true. Whoever said "Reality is the opposite of dream" is NOT a prodigy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't manage to blog yesterday cos I still had recurring headaches. Well, to sum it all up, I went for Councillor meeting and it was quite fun. Yeah, but I was feeling quite sick already so after I reached home, I went to sleep after doing some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that I'm okay now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight, there may be photos. Cos your favourite blogger - that is to say, I - has no mood to blog right now. Tune in around evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:04AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-417362844089238855?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/417362844089238855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=417362844089238855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/417362844089238855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/417362844089238855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-stung-by-another-jellyfish.html' title='Got stung by another jellyfish'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2952888486016803615</id><published>2006-11-30T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:10:44.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>was freaking sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st December 2006, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was sick yesterday; almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, William, Hui Jin and I were doing some work at Mac. Then Ai Hua came up from Food Junction to join us. And we started to chat a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got home, with a terrible feeling of nausea. At around 2am, I woke up, and I crawled to the bathroom, and vomitted. Felt a lot better and went back to sleep, with a throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm fine. I will blog later too, cos I'm too tired now, even after sleeping the whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:06AM&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/29235801-2952888486016803615?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2952888486016803615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2952888486016803615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2952888486016803615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2952888486016803615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-freaking-sick.html' title='was freaking sick'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-8696408343575244913</id><published>2006-11-29T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:11:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In any case, if you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th November 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In any case, if you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) suffering from night blindness and, coincidently viewing my blog right now at pitch darkness;&lt;br /&gt;(b) so not interested in my entries nowadays that you don't bother to scroll down;&lt;br /&gt;(c) wondering when you can start to curse or insult me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby announcing that my tagboard is up again, very conspicuously found on the left column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can start to say what a bitch I am; what an insensitive, unfeeling and evil blogger I am... but well, the biggest reaction I will manage is a snort. Yep, a snort. I don't care already lar, because you are so desperate to channel out your anger, you decide to unleash your frustration upon me. And since I'm so magnanimous, I will forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned by Claris too, it spices up my blog! Ahaha, but anyway, I hope it is limited to curses and insults, and not subjected to other things like ... disclose of personal blogs? *Rolls eyes unhappily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, holidays have been boring. And I am requesting for an SMS partner. Any interested parties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right :) And that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:06PM&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/29235801-8696408343575244913?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/8696408343575244913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=8696408343575244913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8696408343575244913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/8696408343575244913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-any-case-if-you-are.html' title='In any case, if you are'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-1760455509772822782</id><published>2006-11-28T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:27:07.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th November 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very bored; tried to commit suicide; failed miserably.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, first thing is, my past months' posts are still there. No, I didn't delete away my hard-typed entries. It's just that the Archive Corner is not quite done yet. If you miss my past entries, click any of the below link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;August&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;September&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_pervailes_archive.html"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm, some entries did not show the time and date. I will fix that soon, don't worry. I was just reading the August entries and thought I resembled quite like a bitching dog. Opps? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried to commit suicide since I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some rat poison online, and well, I don't know, my stomach still seems to be digesting it at the moment. I cut my wrist too, but Harry Potter Apparated before me and healed my wound (without uttering a word - he must have mastered his Non-verbal spell - and with a flick of his wand). Eh, I always see this happening in Chinese TV dramas - suicide ah? Cut wrist lor, so easy! That is not the point of course, the point is, I also tried to jump off the building just now, but heck, believe it or not, I managed to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... I realised this is quite lame, so I won't continue. I'm joking by the way, and I'm henceforth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REMINDING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you that I'm not responsible nor liable for the consequences of your actions in accordance to the above paragraph, which is supposed to be a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you just swallowed rat poison and are about to die, please don't say something like, "Oh..... (with blood dripping)... I read Demas' blog..... I decided I... (another splash of blood) should try...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after saying it, you drop dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit that's amusing, and I confess too, for my sense of humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on to the next topic: Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fencing training, I collected my books. Went to Lot One with Hui Jin and William to watch Happy Feet. The show is incredibly indirect. Because most of the time the movie's telling us how the lead Penguin (forgot the name; think it's Mambo or Wambo or Bobo) cannot dance, and in the end he managed to influence his dance moves to other penguins and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, humans are amazed and protect the penguin species from then on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This entry is very pointless, and I will end here abruptly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:20PM&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/29235801-1760455509772822782?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/1760455509772822782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=1760455509772822782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1760455509772822782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/1760455509772822782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/suicide.html' title='Suicide.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-7571993721253752122</id><published>2006-11-26T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:22:33.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today I'm going to talk about the girls I hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th November 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P/S(3): My stomach gave a horrible squirm when the blog counter registered another 100 visits today. BUT, I will blog today (as in, 28th Nov)... Brother wants to use. Later tonight, I will. [This is quite pointless and I just want to reassure myself that I'm a faithful blogger.] And if I don't, Hui Jin will be married to me. Kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S(2): URGGHHH, I obiously&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that Anita Mui has passed away so long ago. I just wanted to humour you guys. Guess it wasn't funny eh! And this offensive entry has sparked off yet another 100-vists. Tell your friends to stop visiting my blog!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wulala :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching Digimon Season 2 yesterday. I spent the whole day watching it. Hah, at least it's a happy ending. Anyway, I like this quote, said by one of the characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather be patient with the truth than to be satisfied with a lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tells a lot, doesn't it? Urges people not to be too eager to know the secret, and to wait patiently for it to come to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall pretend to be a very forgiving person, who will show his utmost magnanimity to every single thing that might otherwise make me furious. I will be merciful and pardon all the evilness and ugliness of people around me, as well as to forgo all the angry stuffs. When someone throws a disgusting egg (which must be oxidised to enhance the rotting smell) at me, I will smile back, and say, "Oh it's okay, it's okay... not much of a problem here, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yes, I've been trying to be like this for a very long time. Each time I try, I never succeed. I don't know whether I've said this before, but heck, let me repeat it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most vindictive bitch you've ever come across in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by being so, I dislike a lot of things. I dislike scheming people, queue-jumpers, false accusations, unknown taggers... and this list goes on till it reaches Ang Mo Kio. However, today I shall be irrelavant and talk about my dislike towards two major categories of girls. In case you've read wrongly, I meant some types of girls, not other good-natured ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Girls who act cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only acceptable word in the dictionary that best describes them is ... &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop it already, stop acting like you are going to attract a lot of males' attention. It disgusts me a lot. On Friendster, especially, I hate to say this but don't try to make yourself look appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, I don't think they are going to give up, cos most of them have already mastered the skill of acting cute. Oh oh oh, of course, acting cute involves a certain amount of skills and technique. You have to acknowledge it (talking to other girls), because they put in all the effort to be good at acting cute when they take neoprints. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a very conspicuous attempt of widening their eyes (makes me want to die can, like a female ghost with bulging eyes like that) to the maximum. Behold, because this actually makes some low-standard guys to be turned on. It's disgusting, may I add? These girls think it's a very lovely thing to do, but may I beg to differ that it's actually quite scary... To make them look nicer (they think so, haha...), they wouldn't mind attaching fake eyelashes. This is a very good, because when they take neoprints the blinding flash of light would hide the short lashes they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, they will proceed to raise their eyebrows. Oh yes yes, this needs a lot of professional skills. Because they must make sure that their eyebrows will give the just-right look. If they're raised too high up, it gives a very fake surprised look. They must adjust till it gives a very pleasant-happy face. And by doing so, it makes their eyes bigger. But it's very crucial for them to tilt their head down a little, firstly because this makes their eyes appear even bigger, and it hides the pimples on the lower end of their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression can vary. But most girls that I've seen prefer inflating their cheeks with air inside their mouth. This appears to be disgusting to me though, but it manages to keep their innocent look and there, we boys are fooled by them. Anyway, the other time I saw this girl doing this lopsided smile with her front teeth coming out from the left end. This is very effective. It makes the girl look sweet, with the pressure on the right cheek. AND THEN, for a purposeful look of pleasant surprise, some girls may go for opening their mouth just enough for two fingers to be inserted (cannot open too big if not will look horrendous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't want too much emphasis on their mouth, they might just go for a simple method of pressing their lips together tightly so that the lips can't be seen. But at the same time, with forced-open big eyes; tilted head; inflated cheeks. It can go horribly wrong, but this can go disturbingly effective. Trick-boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've learned how to identify AC girls, start observing. There's no need for scrutinising of course, it will be quite obvious to see through their attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it is sad for such girls to force out looks, and even more sad, a lot of boys mistook this temporary forced expression as something everlasting. *Sigh* It's working pretty well too, but lets suppress their attempts by showing your true facial expression, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us move away from this bunch of girls in terms of photographic attempts. Focus on girls in everyday life who do so. Despicable. =_= In case you're wondering what subject I've ducked away to, I'm talking about girls who flirt. Despicable, and everyday, to my utter dismay, I see girls clinging onto guys like a blue tac. Not that I'm jealous of course. However, this inadvertantly leads to them turning into &lt;strong&gt;sluts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For heaven's sake, please put sluts in jail!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they descend themselves to a shameful level, that they deserve imprisonment. And yes, they will await for my trial, I will interrogate them one by one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scenario: Slut comes in an attempt to seduce the judge (aka Demas) as a final resort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh judge, how about a candlelight dinner at my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (Shows disgusted look) *Ahem* May I remind you that this is the court, and that it is immoral and terrible of you to mention such indecency. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But... but... I don't mind a date at your house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(The italised and bolded words are my joke)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: But... oh gosh, please, please, don't put me behind bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh of course I will, but to redeem yourself a bit, whacha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I ... I can show a bit of cleavage, if you don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: No no no! 15 years of imprisonment. OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Wha-! WHY?! NOOOOO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That shall be it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems almost frivolous to say, but who will allow such atrocity happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on to the next category:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Girls who use means as self-defence, as an advantage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first type is the one who cries in every situation. And very sad to say, they ALWAYS win. &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;, may I emphasize again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because when tears flow down a girl's cheeks, people will begin to pity her and THERE, she will be cleared of all the wrong stuffs she did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chao nugget. Don't come and cry okay?! I'm sick of it already. Excuse me, if you're wrong, YOU ARE WRONG. Don't come and cry to your lao niang and ask her take pity hor! Grr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But honestly speaking, I can't do anything if such a thing happens, cos the more she cries when I defend myself, the more she will win the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, another group of girls is... them using the boys-cannot-touch-me rule as an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time Wei Jie + company went to Keith's house there to play basketball. I had to answer nature's call and went to the nearest toilet. When I came back they were already playing against some girls. And then Zhe Hao (who was not playing) told me I missed a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good show involved Wei Jie touching one of the girls' shoulder, and then the girl accused him of molest. She was shouting, "Wah, want molest ah?" (Please la, so flat! I meant the tone, what were you thinking of?!) Inevitably, Wei Jie's happy-go-lucky nature evaporated and transformed into a very irked mood. I can see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that WJ is a decent man, but that is not the point. The point is, she is obviously using that smart rule to overcome WJ's tackling of the bball. I guess she saw it come as a handy option since she wanted to win the match so much. The other boys of our company seemed to take it as a cue and avoided touching the girls, in case they were falsely accused of molest again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Zhe Hao where the girl is, which he gestured at the small staircase at a far end. Then I went to take a look. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ugly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I questioned myself about Wei Jie's taste and obviously Regina is 78 times better than the mentioned girl. I told myself, &lt;em&gt;I shouldn't doubt Wei Jie's taste, she's really hideous&lt;/em&gt;. But that's not the point too, the point is we all know WJ won't do such a thing. If, for a moment, the girl is Fann Wong, Jolin Tsai or Anita Mui (actually quite old leh, haha!), then maybe I wouldn't be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doubtful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm kidding. Wei Jie, I know you are decent alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when girls use such undermeans to achieve their goals. Maybe the government should come up with a punishment called "Chest Flatter" to warn these girls. It's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to watch more animes in YouTube. I will blog later, if my brother doesn't want to use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: This blog entry made more people think I'm a bitch? Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:00PM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-7571993721253752122?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/7571993721253752122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=7571993721253752122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7571993721253752122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7571993721253752122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-im-going-to-talk-about-girls-i.html' title='today I&apos;m going to talk about the girls I hate'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-6984137094009321395</id><published>2006-11-24T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:55:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a slight tad more eventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th November 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is quite eventful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to J.B. City Square today with my mum. Ate out at &lt;strong&gt;Sushi King&lt;/strong&gt;, which made me quite frustrated. Yes, frustrated. Because, well, I couldn't eat half of the food there. The doctor-who-examined-my-jellyfish-wound had warned me not to eat seafood and egg. Urghh?! He said something about the swelling becoming worse if I eat them. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all food that is to be avoided, it is EGG. I like eggs, and I eat them everyday. And then seafood is definitely the top ten Agreeable Food that I would eat. Thus my frustration. I had to wait quite long for the auto slider to display sushi plates of non-egg-and-non-seafood origins. And my main course was the Piri Piri Chicken set meal, and obviously I had to give the egg custard to my mum, which otherwise might be swallowed down through my oesophagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible I say... I can't wait for the wound to heal completely. If it's possible to make a certain species extinct, jellyfish would be top on the list, and I don't care how it's going to interrupt the food chains, resulting in a mass extinction of marine life. I HATE JELLYFISH. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's so nice about jellyfish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah yeah, you see them floating merrily and harmlessly in the sea, with their gentle structure that symbolises calmness and simplicity of life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao nugget. To add on with that sarcastic remark, you carried on saying how beautiful they are when they sprout their slimy tentacles and the next moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stung. OH HAHAHA! That's so very funny, isn't it? Thank you jellywonder, for I will like to squeeze you hard if I find one of your mates. I'd practise the no-skin-contact rule of course. After covering all essential body parts, I will get a spear from MapleStory or what shit and stab at your underside. And then I will laugh heartily, after your disgusting juices leak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD, for being the &lt;strong&gt;unreasonable&lt;/strong&gt; brat I am now, I would also like to siphon my frustration and anger to those people who like jellyfish. I shall make myself a bit clearer - I hate people who like jellyfish. Yes, I'm just that unjust. You wait until you get STUNG and you see if you can stand people liking them. They are but ugly sea creatures. Okay maybe the stonefish is uglier but... jellyfish, you are no better, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHEM* That's quite pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh, so I went to look around and decided to buy another Levi's shirt. White and mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/118149/whitelshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/400/759331/whitelshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a bit crumpled, but quite nice leh =) Oh oh, I didn't pay lah, obviously. My mum paid for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Siao, so big already, especially during the holidays. Can work mah, why still rely on your mum,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says a random C. Jane, who of all seemed to be pretty pleased with herself, now that she's working at MacDonald's. (Of course she &lt;strong&gt;didn't &lt;/strong&gt;say that lar! But I'd always liked to take opportunities to joke about her occupation as a ... counter-girl [she is doing counter now]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response is that, erm, I'm not really used to working (another Mac boy comes shouting out, "SO?! Not like I knew how to work when I was born right?!") and I... am very much dependent on asking for money from my parents instead of me being an employed teenager. But... I will learn to save! YES, I will. I may start to work years later, because this is not the right time. This is a sentence which I always say to myself when I see people working. *Blush furiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will scrimp and save for that mp3 I want, starting from next year. This year-end will be of festive Christmas occasion, meaning I'd buy some Christmas gifts for my closer friends. Did I already mention I'm saving up some money for a shopping spree on Christmas' Eve?! And I still owe Hui Jin two birthday presents, which I really hope she has forgotten. Ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I bought &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt; too, at an incredible price of S$16+. I don't need to borrow from other people le! Haha, I will read it when I'm bored, and that can last some weeks, which is good. I will be happy if someone tells me how to kill time during the holidays. Cos I really cannot afford the time to idle and laze around my house and eat and blog and watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the part previous post on Claris is about her not-supposed-to-happen-confusions-but-still-did-anyway. Apparently she saw on the Appeal results (Microsoft Excel file) that she's posted to History, to which she showed a very scathing look, clearly disgusted by the mentioned subject (not really, I'm kidding). She was puzzled of course, because she chose Economics and specified Geography as her second choice. So she e-mailed Mr. Michael Peacock and told him that she wanted Geography instead of History (she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she was posted to History anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was soon found out that her initial posting results was Econs and not History. Sway. And she became very angry but still sorted out everything with Mr. M.P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she really did secure her Econs position. It's hard to come by chances leh!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ESPECIALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when they emphasized only 30 people can take Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:44PM&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/29235801-6984137094009321395?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/6984137094009321395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=6984137094009321395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6984137094009321395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6984137094009321395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-slight-tad-more-eventful.html' title='Today is a slight tad more eventful'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-4158249557175478898</id><published>2006-11-24T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:12:14.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th November 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Claris has finally secured her Economics position. Hmm... I hope it turns out this way anyway. I mean, you would want to take a Humans subject you like best right? Exactly... I was rather - okay, VERY - bored just now, so I decided to re-read the first 6 chapters of the History textbook. Urgh... more memorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may be going to the holding site to collect my books tomorrow. Speaking of it, my neighbour has chosen BPGHS as her first choice! Her parents intended her to go CCKSS but then... she argued with them and didn't mind being in the Normal(A) stream. Oh, and her mum called me up and asked for advice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naturally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I told her it'd be better to stretch the syllabus for another year, so that she (my neighbour) can cope better. Did I say the correct thing? I hope so... cos I was watching the TV just now, half-distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Benjamin says he wants a Nikon Coolpix S7. Obviously I don't need one, but I'd most certainly hope for an mp3. I want the CREATIVE mp3 player! The little sacred device in question looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/866321/mp33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/400/731945/mp33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio! But of course I don't want blue colour! I want &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mustard yellow&lt;/span&gt; ^^ Let us, for a moment, pretend that I got the money to buy this little piece of divine structure, and act as if this thang here costs only 1/80 of my allowance. Okay, I know I'm filthy and poor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs around $100+... And I don't know how I'm going to raise this sum. Yawns* It's not like I'm a spoilt brat (actually I am) or anything, it's that I have never really saved money before. Eh, did I just leak out my life-time secret? Oppsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my brother wants to use now, so I can't blog =.= Gtg and bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:07PM&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/29235801-4158249557175478898?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/4158249557175478898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=4158249557175478898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/4158249557175478898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/4158249557175478898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/ask.html' title='Ask.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-6214583237398676799</id><published>2006-11-24T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T02:01:44.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey yo-yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th December 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey yo-yo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I can't go for BP Open House today, kinda disappointed. Just because I don't have a full blazer set... Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I've removed the tagboard temporarily, and won't be back so soon. That's right, I've disallowed any reader-blogger communication. I just need time and peace. Thanks for respecting that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another uneventful day. I lazed around in the house reading, watching videos on Youtube and sleeping. Hmm... ah well? I'd be better off changing this indifferent attitude towards other important things like homework. I have promised to finish up all the homework by the end of this month, except for &lt;em&gt;wu wen nong mo&lt;/em&gt; and Fahrenheit 451, which I've decided to read during December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... want an Orchard trip... More blogging later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:52pM&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/29235801-6214583237398676799?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/6214583237398676799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=6214583237398676799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6214583237398676799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6214583237398676799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-yo-yo.html' title='Hey yo-yo!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-7599663912619493747</id><published>2006-11-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:34:05.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd November 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post removed. I'm very sian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30PM&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/29235801-7599663912619493747?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/7599663912619493747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=7599663912619493747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7599663912619493747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/7599663912619493747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/23rd-november-2006-thursday-erm-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2687477780133059801</id><published>2006-11-22T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:25:35.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chao-nugget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd November 2006, Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's something I want to say!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/434276/chaonugget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6745/3568/400/860815/chaonugget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Found on the comments page of the poll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm jealous and want to disagree with what that person said, you are vastly mistaken. I don't mind if you say someone's blog is nicer than mine. BUT DON'T CHAO-NUGGETLY ASK ME TO LEARN FROM XXX OKAY? &lt;strong&gt;Excuse me, but why must I learn from Benjamin?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against you, BenWang. I cannot say anything about the first part, and I know that. Because it's subjective. But the second part?! Why must learn from him?? Oh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, his is nicer than mine yadda yadda - yeah okay fine. But from that, you expect me to learn from him? Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blogs his own style, I blog mine. Stop it please, I hate the comparison. This is so funny I tell you. Why must I change my style of blogging for you? Absurd. If you think his is better, yeah okay, then for goodness' sake, stay away from my blog and read his, BUT DON'T EXPECT ME TO LEARN FROM HIM OKAY? I just love this style of blogging, baby. You don't make sense, why don't YOU learn from him? Why must be me leh? Come off it, are you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I got 110 visits everday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... seriously, I enjoy reading his blog too - the photolog thong especially. But kwa kwa kwa, I don't think I need to learn from him anything, because I'm fine with my current blogging style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:21AM&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/29235801-2687477780133059801?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2687477780133059801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2687477780133059801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2687477780133059801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2687477780133059801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-chao-nugget.html' title='Another chao-nugget.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-6220724069475692402</id><published>2006-11-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:48:10.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets do some Primary-school calculations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23rd November 2006, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lets do some Primary-school calculations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, 14 people enjoy reading my blog aka leisure-read.&lt;br /&gt;4 people read only when they are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 people don't enjoy reading as I'm a bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh... So am I safe to say 67% love my blog? Yes, I can. But of course the numbers will change sooner or later. Vote truthfully hor! Then I can know whether I'm really bitchy or what's not. I think this poll thong is an excellent idea - gives some of the readers that I don't know to voice out their views too. I mean, you know they can't tag right, as in they do not want to associate themselves with me. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Bugis Junction with Mum and Delwin. We had  to renew my brother's passport at Lavender, and I couldn't believe it has no shopping malls there. So throughout the waiting time, we travelled to and fro the two MRT stations (Bugis and Lavender).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour is collecting her PSLE results today. It reminds me of the time when I was at DLSS, awaiting my form teacher (Ms Sam) to announce the results. Our class (third best) produced a whooping 265, to which I was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jealous okay. Yes, I'm talking about you, Joshua. Ms Sam strode into the class and said there were 10 students eligible for Special stream (which means 250 and above). I was literally holding my breath when she started to call out those names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last few names (I was already almost tearing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Yong Chuan 255... Nicole 253... Ming Jie 250."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO NUGGET WHY DON'T HAVE MY NAME?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, YES I HEARD MY NAME AFTER THAT, and thought that I at least got a 250. But clearly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;248&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my heart stopped beating. And it was a session of crying. But I didn't, I don't know why too. I just left the classroom and went back home. And then BPGHS became my first choice. But hor... I am thankful that I got 248 ler, if not I wouldn't be able to go 203. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't finished my yuwenlianbi... so more blogging tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:44AM&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/29235801-6220724069475692402?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/6220724069475692402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=6220724069475692402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6220724069475692402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/6220724069475692402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-do-some-primary-school.html' title='Lets do some Primary-school calculations'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2613078215023412695</id><published>2006-11-21T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:45:08.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st November 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm blogging now :):)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'd love a shopping spree on 24th Dec at Orchard. Anyone care to join me? Oh but... I'm afraid I will get sprayed at, and my butt would be grouped. *Ahem* for all you know, my ass is very sexy. Some sources also suggest that 1/3 of the molesters are gays. I'm one of their best targets. But ah, upon my sacred mind, I have decided I will buy the spray can to fight back. And to defend myself, I would spray at their eyes, and pull off their balls. See how they molest people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished watching Digimon. Ending was a tad too touching for an anime. I read some of the comments of the video and a schizophrenic believes that Tai exists in reality. I almost laughed my sperm duct out. Craziness of obsession. But nevertheless, I love the show. When I was Primary Three, I watched every Sunday one leh! But I missed like half it cos clashed with my daily activities. God bless the two people who invented YouTube, though it belongs to Google now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a rather ambitious kid - okay teenager, but I'm still youthful hor - at present, I am under the impression that some people mistook me as a very cunning person. Ah huh, like for example, people keep on thinking that I want to usurp them so much. Let me find a word to describe this attitude (flips furiously through the dictionary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After 5 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it. The word is - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, you can call me ambitious, but that's cos I achieve what I want in life. But I assure you, upon my authenticity, that the thoughts of overthrowing people have never crossed my mind. At least I aim for what I want, okay? I am not as lucky as them, okay? ... zZzz ... &lt;strong&gt;I hate it when people mistake my intentions; I hate it even more when people start accusing me.&lt;/strong&gt; Mind me repeating for the third time: When I see an extra opportunity coming, do I not take it as a stepping stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Ren Jie and I went to Teck Whye holding site. It's bigger than expected. Ah huh, but the hall is too miniscule. We also have to stay there for two years. And band members were packing, rather busy for them eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my hair has grown a few inches. Very long now. My mum asked me to go for haircut but being the stubborn soul here, I refused it out. There are benefits of keeping my hair long. Like for example, I can fling my hair in the sexiest way ever, ever. I can also start to style my hair a bit, cos I only apply gel or mousse or wax once every dark-blue moon. I may even be invited to be the ambassador of Lux. In the advertisement, I will be showering and flinging my hair here and there. Then I will do the final fling (which must be the most powerful one to create the best dramatic effect) and vomit out the bottle of cream, and scream aloud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so good to my hair, it even wants to go down my throat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of absurdity. But hey, I may apply to be the ambassador for Durex. *ahem* If you know what it sells anyway. It even has Ultra Sensitive now, and whatever characteristics that they have. But I prefer the Double Layer one, more protection against STDs. As to how I am going to advertise the product, I will wear them over my... fingers (what were you thinking huh!), and say (with a totally smug face), "My fingers like them, how about your twig?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! I'm kidding lar! Wahahahaha. But I spotted Chun Yueh buying one... (mysterious look). Okay okay, it's another joke. Now now, don't come killing me hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess Durex doesn't need any ambassadors, I mean, now that LRT had been advertising it. Urrghh, but which famous stars would want to help advertise a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Do you mean you don't know what product I was talking about? Eh eh, you might want to ask some of my readers - Crystal, Benjamin, Ren Jie. They will surely know, since they are quite mature. Have fun. Please don't take offence of this entry baby, it's only for humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:41PM&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/29235801-2613078215023412695?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2613078215023412695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2613078215023412695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2613078215023412695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2613078215023412695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/fight.html' title='Fight!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2055554139876100886</id><published>2006-11-20T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:51:08.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me? Did I just come back to blogging?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th November 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: Code of cbox screwed up again. And I forgot how to get the code. Eh, someone teach me please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes yes, I've come back to blogging after a formidable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-day abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ah huh. Continue to link me alright? I half-hope lesser people will come and read now though, sometimes Demas needs privacy. But ah huh, here comes the self-centred me. Don't get it? I mean, being the self-centred person I am at present, of course I wouldn't delete the sacred link of &lt;a href="http://www.pervailes.blogspot.com"&gt;www.pervailes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; in case some malicious people use this link to set up a hate site. Call me paranoid, but this is what happened to Hwee Tian. Now you are asking, "What has it got to do with my privacy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need some time to think over it. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; knew the link between them just a few moments ago! Don't call me someone who speaks irrelavant stuffs. Speaking of irrelavancy, who can beat the o7 guy huh? The guy who spoke during the debate in the hall. THAT ONE, yes. He said something like, "the weather (which is the hot and humid Singapore) allied with teachers, make our life as students more boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME?! In the opinion of the humble blogger, the weather has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do with boredom. You may argue that the weather - er lets make it - makes CCA very tiring, but for goodness' sake, I cannot see how tiredness and boredom can link together. Or maybe someone can further enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was. You know, I was so freaking determined not to blog - reason one being I'm such a total bitch after I became a blogger and reason two is because there are people reading my personal thoughts everyday. Honestly-felt words: I found it uncomfortable. But then Vivien, for dunno-what-reason, kept on mentioning blogging (the latest part was she imagining what her reaction will be if I become the next Xiaxue) and I was tempted one time too many. And Hui Jin asked me if I really enjoyed blogging. Of course lar! A platform to keep your thoughts and stuffs - not good meh? And photos too! But I reflected and thought I shouldn't be that bitchy lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, regarding to how I spend my holidays recently, I have been reading up the History textbook. To my astonishment, I left 4 more chapters! I skipped the middle part and proceeded on to the Cold War. It was between the USA and USSR. I memorised a few stuffs, but the names are really unmemorisable (dont need to check, no such word). I only remember Woodrow Wilson as the US president and Tsar Nicholas II for Russia. Oh yeah, Puyi was the last emperor for China, in reference to dynasties of course. These are the few names I remember -.- The rest (especially Japanese military leaders!) are either hard to remember, or hard to memorise. Okay okay, I stop. I know you are want to ditch me, and elope with the magma rocks/ geothermal energy/ topsoil. I don't mind... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I've also been re-reading &lt;em&gt;HP &amp;amp; the Half-Blood Prin&lt;/em&gt;ce for the 6th time. I prefer Order of the Phoenix. On top of that, I went to play basketball with my friends yesterday. Oh yes, I've been watching Digimon (Season One) on Youtube too. My favourite Digimon is Patamon! To summarise the response of what the people say after knowing I watch Digimon, it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Huh? Omfg you are so childish and like to watch Digimon. I thought you are the serious and mature type you know. Oh yeah, Digimon is outdated already la please. Watch One Piece, Death Note or Naruto better!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word (Not really, there are two words so I joined them together): Chao-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nugget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called reliving of one's childhood memories okay? Don't play play. But then... I'm stuck at the 32nd episode cos the provider is quite busy. Anyway, C. Jane is growing less bitchy these days, now that she's working. I say, good for her, since I was - and am - the bitchiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped over to Vivien's blog just now and was dramatically reminded of my current weight. Shivering a bit, I went to weigh myself. YES! I'm still 5x. Who can beat that, huh, who?! I have been going on food binges (okay not so serious, just extra portions) in the holidays and I didn't expect myself not to be 6x, like Shi Yuan. I must emphasize again - like Shi Yuan. Wahahahaha (imagine me laugh like a fat landlord, ended with a disgusting burp at the end)!!! HE'S 6X &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will do a hundred sit-ups a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and watch my tummy go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It accidentally rhymed too, lmao. Yes, and I will take other measures. Like plucking off the greasy skin of a chicken thigh before sinking my teeth in it. Oh yes, I would also throw away any visible lard in my noodles (or give it to Keith/ Ren Jie/ any thin non-Halal people). I would pick up the habit of eating yogurt too, and always check up nutritional inforation about various food stuffs. I will even start to exercise more. I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, however, start to run 3km a day like Mrs Chiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, don't demoralise me - cos ... I am on the attempt to change my physique. Yeah! My jawline may be even more well-defined, and I don't have bulging fats (okay not so exaggerating) from my body and my thigh won't feel like a cushion and... best of all, among any other things, I will not have any more chubby cheeks. YES, that shall be it. I'm planning my diet meal now. To leak out a little, tomorrow I shall savour on brocoli (screw the spelling!) and some corn-carrot-pea mix. I'd limit my meat intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me half a year, and I will be more on the average side. By average, my standard is like... erm a bit more thin than Shi Yuan. Yeah, you get the rough idea. I' will be happy with my low-90% then instead of my high-90% now. So now one will come jumping around before me, shouting delibrately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you never join the Wellness Club meh? What's your weight huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no one ever asked this question. Lol, but if someone ever does, I will pull off his or her hair, and then ask: "Eh, you never join Beijing 101 meh? What's your length of hair huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's back home with lots of bread and cakes. And good news, my sister is coming home this weekend, for a long-term stay. :):) Got to go now to watch my favourite drama now, on Channel 55. It's Shui Hu Wu Jian Dao. Chao nice! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:16PM&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/29235801-2055554139876100886?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2055554139876100886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2055554139876100886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2055554139876100886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2055554139876100886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/excuse-me-did-i-just-come-back-to.html' title='Excuse me? Did I just come back to blogging?!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-5644390514839438646</id><published>2006-11-15T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:16:33.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th November 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ancient.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ancient. How? :) Mystery happens everywhere. Going to Popular later, to buy some of the books with Zhe Hao and Ren Jie. Shall start doing homework today. I will do some read-up on the three Sciences too, since I've got a lot to catch up next year. But just a few moments ago, I found a picture taken on the bus to Pacific Health Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/lol....jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/lol...1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/lol...1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Benjamin, don't you think so? At the back is Hong Xun. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I looked back at the other photos, and found out that I changed a lot these three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/meovertheyears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/meovertheyears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, I seriously changed alot lar! INNOCENT TO LECHEROUS AH? No! Oh yeah, the second photo is taken on the bus to Pacific Health Care too. Judging from the way I change, I might alienate into a grotesque puppet next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... More blogging later, if I can afford the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Considering the closing down of my glamorous blog. Don't know, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:16PM&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/29235801-5644390514839438646?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/5644390514839438646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=5644390514839438646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5644390514839438646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5644390514839438646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/ancient.html' title='Ancient?'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2205487647033645100</id><published>2006-11-14T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:01:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving that I'm bitchier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15th November 2006, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I chanced upon my sacred site just now, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/10000hits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/10000hits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 15th August okay? So it's like, approximate 90 days, and erm... I got more than 110 visits on average. Ahaha! It's not an attempt to make you jealous, but of course it's gonna engender a certain amount of jealousy. *Shrugs bitchily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet William, Ren Jie and Hui Jin later, at Lot One. I'm real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;broed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (see, I even delibrately made the spelling mistake to prove my point, that I want some humour out of it. Sad to say, it failed) now... argh! Chun Yueh faster come back, if not super damn bloody bored :/ Hope he comes back before 29th Dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blogging tonight, if I can wangle it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:00PM&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/29235801-2205487647033645100?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2205487647033645100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2205487647033645100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2205487647033645100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2205487647033645100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/proving-that-im-bitchier.html' title='Proving that I&apos;m bitchier!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-2066624336589249432</id><published>2006-11-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:16:54.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No HCL for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th November 2006, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No HCL for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/ge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/ge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep, so among the 11 o3ians who succeeded in going Triple Science, I am the one with no HCL? Sad. Terribly sad. When it's Mother Tongue period, I have to bid farewell with my fellow friends. Oh gosh! I mean, yeah the results are not out yet, but I am just assuming. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, people who didn't get into Triple must appeal hor. I heard from Keith that if you get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Maths - OUT. But hey, a little bit of talking to Mr Peacock won't hurt you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I woke up and those red marks are disappearing. Thank God. I seriously wouldn't want any permanent scars lar... I have this sudden urge to grab my pair of scissors to snip off any jellyfish's tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays a bit sian now, and I have finally decided I should do some pieces of homework. The motivated mind is back! Relieved. I think it's because Benjamin was repeating how competitive it's going to be next year, and it hit me almost instantly - I should be more hardworking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of Keith and Benjamin, did I already mention I'd love to have braces attached to my teeth? But it costs $2000+++, so how? Should I start working like C.Jane? The answer is NO - I'm a spoilt brat, no working commitments please. Today is another lazy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling for actors and actresses for a photo- drama on my blog. The story is &lt;strong&gt;Snow White&lt;/strong&gt;, but it will of course be twisted too. So anyway, Vivien has once again enthusiastically volunteered to be one of the main characters. There are like 3 more vacancies. So if you are real desperate, please tag! The date and time aren't confirmed, so don't worry. It's a chance to get more famous too! :):) So hurry, tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:16AM&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/29235801-2066624336589249432?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/2066624336589249432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=2066624336589249432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2066624336589249432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/2066624336589249432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-hcl-for-me.html' title='No HCL for me.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-5455649000298770036</id><published>2006-11-14T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:08:04.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-indulge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14th November 2006, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Self-indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, and I'm sorry I couldn't blog, cos things really screwed up in blogger and I still got to fix some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't reckon I got any blogging topics now, so... the best way to feed you all is to show some cam-whore of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/DSCN2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/DSCN2427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-photoshopped and mind the background? Oh, this was me before I got stung by the jellyfish, feeling all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/DSCN2430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/DSCN2430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whistle whistle* I like to whistle out Chinese song tunes when I'm super bored. But cam-whoring comes first when I'm stuck in my room, and not able to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/DSCN24331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/DSCN24331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one ah... I think got photoshop, not a lot lah, only making my mouth smaller, nose bridge straighter, and defining my jawline. Plus plus making me less chubby. Is that considered alot? *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/1600/DSCN2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6745/3568/400/DSCN2448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to test my mirror's clarity. It's really clear, isn't it? No lah, actually I wanted to copy Crystal to snap self in front of mirror. Yawns**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all? The rest are either private, or obscene (?!)... Only Hui Jin and William managed to glimpse it for seconds. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now, bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: "Omfg you so ugly yadda yadda don't post yourself please yadda yadda." Oh really? But observe carefully, I got any hanging tumours or not? No right - no wonder you are jealous. Ha! The usual insulting-my-looks tags won't be deleted, as I find it pointless. At least I posted pictures of myself, unlike you, curdling in one corner, wearing your mask as you are afraid people may be shocked to see your unidentified biege-red bag sagging loosely, producing pus at random times too. Oh I'm so evil. Don't care. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S(2): Vivien told me I am like acting cute in the second photo, and that my eyebrows remind her off Crayon Shincan (la bi xiao xin), a Japanese cartoon sort-of-comedy. Aihua told me my hands looked weird in the last photo. Well of course lar - my digicam super slim one leh, do you think I really could place my five fat fingers resting comfortably on it? No way! Maximum allowance = 1 finger. And oh, I just read C. Jane's blog about poor Britney. She's kinda screwed up now - sex-taped; threatened and almost being labelled as a slut.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For my information, visit C.J's at www.teenchronicles.blogspot.com!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:46PM&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/29235801-5455649000298770036?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/5455649000298770036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=5455649000298770036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5455649000298770036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/5455649000298770036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/self-indulge.html' title='Self-indulge.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116342728825141069</id><published>2006-11-13T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:13:43.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck; I got stung by a JELLYFISH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;13th November 2006, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CCB - I got stung by JELLYFISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, today's trip to Sentosa, I got stung by a jellyfish *grits teeth*. Nabeh... what the heck! Among the eight people, I got stung. I GOT STUNG. To the people who hate me: Ha, now I get my retribution for acting bitchy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we were playing at the sea. I wanted to throw some sand at Keith (it's karma, it reverted back straight at me. Knn.) and I stood transfixed with utter shock (seriously) cos I felt a certain tickling feeling in my knee area. I smiled a bit (to think I could still SMILE) and moved, but it developed into a stinging pain. It was horrible. I yelled out an "OUCH!!" in surprise and managed to get up the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on the sand, my knee got more red than Regina's face. I pressed my knee area very tightly to subdue the pain. Then I thought I was fine, but hell, NO - When I loosen my grip, the pain recurred back. I was like cursing rather fluently under my breath and it seemed to help for some unknown reason. I was like tolerating with all my might la, but I still failed and flopped straight down onto the ground uncontrollably. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most reluctant to bathe but I knew I had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to remove all those sticky sand. Shit. HOW TO REMOVE MY UNDERWEAR? I mean, logically speaking, if your wound is at your knee, then naturally your underwear will brush along that area, unless you are real thin. I bit my left hand's index finger and quickly used my right palm to push down the underwear. Heng, less than one second of contact. I was so damn scared water may intensify the pain but thank goodness, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost dying when I came out of the cubicle. Hong Xun and Wei Jie then accompanied me to the nearest First Aid Room. The waiting part was the most sickening one. I waited for like 6 minutes for the First Aid Man's arrival. In between I had to whine through the telecom, and hurrying them. zZz When he finally arrived, I was asked inside the room and he sprayed some marine-sting lotion. After like 20 minutes (with William's company), the swelling began to disappear and the pain subsided. I felt so much better la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee looked like that when I was in the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? Vivien said it looks like my Mum has just caned me. Oh well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after like half an hour, William and I went back to Lot One where Hui Jin, Phyllis and Mr Chiam were there. Mr Chiam lent me money to go to the clinic (thank you!!! I will repay you one!) and the three of them followed me to the clinic. THANK YOU, YOU ALL REALLY HAO PENG YOU LA! I didn't really want to visit alone, you know? The helplessness =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said my injury is quite minor. I was like freakingly shocked! Wah like that minor then major how? He told me the Box Jellyfish in Australia is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xibei tiah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (extremely pain) and can cause death. Omg I realised amidst the bad luck, I was still rather lucky! And I was given some antibiotics and lotion cream. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog; Very pissed off - a supposedly-fun day turned out disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:58PM&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/29235801-116342728825141069?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116342728825141069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116342728825141069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116342728825141069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116342728825141069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck-i-got-stung-by-jellyfish.html' title='Fuck; I got stung by a JELLYFISH.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116332992709686879</id><published>2006-11-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:14:59.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin changed :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12th November 2006, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogskin Changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more vibrant now, don't you think so? (When I ask a question on my blogging, I am actually muttering to myself). The other me would stand up and say, "Yes yes it's very nice lar!" I guess it suits me better this way, orange with a slight yellow tinge. Unlike the previous gray, which made me look a tad too dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that the previous blogskin is not reader-friendly. Cos must click here and there to go to various pages. Ah? And the rectangular box to view my posts is so small some fussy people may want to strangle me. Therefore, I asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://plainmofunk.blogspot.com"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to help me re-design the blogskin. I wanted the skin to be scroll-downable (if you can't get it, sorry! I really don't know how to explain) to view the previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous blogskin also contained photos which I didn't really like. So I told her I would choose the photos myself. And after 20 minutes of sieving (searching picture folders here and there), I finally decided to use the 6 to 9 pictures and sent them to her. Those people who took personal shots with me are kind of lucky - Keith, AiHua, KaiJun, Benjamin, William, Crystal, Shafiq, Nizam and Ahmad. Appear on Pervailes.blogspot.com cover material leh! A few years down the road, when I do get&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;famous (being known by the Sec 2 level is not considered), people will come telling me how good-looking my friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people whose faces are covered: Sorry! Must have my link la, if not other people view&gt;source and koupe away the skin how? Yes, special. Does that sound very self-centred? I hope not... I just want to have my own blogskin mah. And I must really thank Phyllis for helping me design this terribly nice (x3) blogskin. She was top - rated on blogskins.com for a period of time. It's true! But most of the blogskins are for girls. So if you want your own-special one, ask her personally to help you design. But of course must apply for membership - Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to Keith's house area to play basketball. No profficiency in lay-ups. Only can shoot from afar. Yawns** I am kinda beginner lar, but I think I scored 3 out of 11 (Yeah we won). Then played ABC with Aihua and Chien Siew. Nice! In the end Aihua lost and she treated the both of us ice-cream. :) Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a nice chat with Vivien. Benjamin is doing the photologging for the trip at Changi Airport + Vivo City. Might post some interesting stuffs tomorrow, gtg now bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Vivien told me she liked the names I created in the previous post to hide their identities, especially Uperia. She imagined Uperia as a princess who came from Alaska, and surfaced with dangling accessories, yet she is friendly and generous! That suits the name, I thought. But so anyway, she now calls herself Uperia Gan Wee Teng. Hahaha! Nice!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P/S(2): I now call myself Coasterba, cos it's nice and unique! Look at the below scene thought by Vivien:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~At Escape Theme Park~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coasterba: Hey hey, what do you want to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uperia: The Pirate Ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coasterba: Nah, it's for babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uperia: Ahh, then the roller coaster ba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coasterba: Did you just call my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny lar! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7:00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-116332992709686879?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116332992709686879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116332992709686879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116332992709686879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116332992709686879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogskin-changed.html' title='Blogskin changed :)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116329642689567727</id><published>2006-11-12T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:16:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th November 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there lived a boy called Androgen. He was not exactly pitiful, yet what he really wished for is one friend that could listen to him, more commonly known as best friend. Oh no no no, don't get me wrong, he did know his limits, as to the circle of friends he had. He was just an average little boy in town, still studying of course. In school (one of the top in the region), he was not the shunned type, more of the - er - get along well with people kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Princess Uperia (of the same age as Androgen) was sent to the same school as him. She was very nice to the people around her, and was recognised by teachers for her studies and what's-not. Selected for many major positions, she really stood out as an outstanding girl who was exemplary to all others. Of course, that was what Androgen could only wish for. And yes, they were quite good friends, though she didn't give her whole-hearted trust until the later part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of another Androgen's classmates include Vektor. Androgen thought that he would make the best friend. Clearly, no, since Vektor had always showed him indifferent attitude and betrayed him one time too many. That's a very amusing thing, no? But there came Sillre, who of all seemed to be able to grow up from childish acts, and was quite mature. However, Androgen wasn't very happy when Sillre was treating him the way he (Androgen) least wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Ritpusa. Androgen was able to trust her completely but it was misplaced once, twice, thrice. It became half-hearted. Some times, Androgen would tell Ritpusa some secrets. Unfortunately, he, for some reason, did not meet up Ritpusa at a crucial time, and their friendship was affected greatly. It may seem exaggerating but no... it's kinda true. There stood Felicia, and Androgen was not all ready to trust her, for she had leaked out some secrets, and he was slightly doubtful. But essentially, Felica could help in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Androgen had two other classmates: Silvia and Mispy. Silvia wore a mask when with Androgen, and Andro (lets just call his nickname) really hated her for spilling out untrue details of Andro. That's not very pleasant, is it? Mispy too, had seen through her scheming actions. At this point in time, Androgen was confused -- Mispy was friends with Silvia, but Andro really trusted Mispy a lot. Of course, Andro would not allow himself to sow discord. He thought that Mispy must be confused as well. Yet Andro could see real friendship and trust between him and Mispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, Ville de Crat was sent over to Andro's school (transfer). Andro thought it would be nice to know Ville, and trust him 100%. WRONG, Ville was a tad too sociable, which indirectly means he had many many friends, no enemies, nothing. In the early part of the story, Andro thought that he was just the many normal friends Ville de Crat had. But later in Act IV, he became closer to Ville de Crat (for some unknown reason). Turning point or some sort of replacement? - Andro didn't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there was the group of friends who called themselves the &lt;em&gt;Triado&lt;/em&gt;. Mixed with desperation and loneliness, he decided to take initiative to be friends with them. It went quite well, yet everything was too late yeah? Ha, so this is the fate of Andro. If only I had joined them earlier, Andro thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Andro is still finding the someone he needs in life, though he knows perfectly well how miraculous it would be to have that him, or her. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.42AM&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/29235801-116329642689567727?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116329642689567727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116329642689567727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116329642689567727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116329642689567727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116320864772445749</id><published>2006-11-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:18:02.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th November 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, the first thing when I log on to msn, is to meet people asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I am okay. REALLY okay. If I wasn't okay, I wouldn't post pictures man. Just a little tad bit helpless, plus uncertainty. But in essential, I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna thank those who trusted me: See Woon, C. Jane, Hui Jin, Chun Yueh, Benjamin and Keith! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;XIE XIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, at least I know you all have faith in me! Really grateful can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGRESSION (Leave if you can't stand my bitchiness, haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, that there are like quite a number of people who hate me through my blog. But my response is: You don't even know me well, how can you jump up and yell that you hate me? Sure I am a bitch on my blog, but what my blog portrays is only 40% of my character. The other 60% of course comes from real life! Don't deduce impression just from first sight yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you do need someone to hate (for whatever reason), so here I am, the bitchiest in the whole level in the blogosphere. And I cannot see any problems with my looks. You think I'm ugly, I can't help it. And I don't mind the least bit. It still comes down to jealousy, no? At least I know I look so freaking much better than you, with your hanging tumour. You are jealous I have no bulging unidentified objects on my face, then kindly amputate yours off. *Smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGRESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to advertise my blog more now. Not for fame purposes (actually come to think of it, it's secondary reason. LOL), but for some stuffs I shouldn't say first in case you would start MOCKING at me. So I'd be planning how I should advertise my blog yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in any case, if you want to quote me or rip any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-post (not pictures because they are copyrighted), just acknowledge me or something? Thank you Hong Xun, for stating my name in your class post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/thank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/thank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGRESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rather lazy morning for me. Gonna send my Grandma off at Harbour Front later. She's going Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:04AM&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/29235801-116320864772445749?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116320864772445749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116320864772445749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116320864772445749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116320864772445749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/fine-really.html' title='Fine, really.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116316590193438127</id><published>2006-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:19:25.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calmed down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;10th November 2006, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Calmed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Councillor meeting session. Initially I thought it would be some boring course-learning stuff, but heck, NO! It's some CIP organisations and I find it pretty interesting! In short, we are the link between BP and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Council, and our job is to organise CIP events for the students, so that we can help raise funds for the needy. Heh! The refreshment there is also quite nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the members include Fiona, Wei Li, Hong Xun, Yin Lan and Ren Xian. Wei Li was very funny larrr! His actions and words can make me laugh real hard. But most of the times, he's very lame, or terribly lame. Hah! And he's jealous of me too, for dunno what reason. But I really have to thank Wei Li, cos I was laughing so badly that I managed to get back to my usual self. I'm fine already, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orchard.(Yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted at the wrong MRT station. Haha, and it seemed that Chun Yueh knows Singapore so much better than us. Hmm, oh he wanted to see how long his hair was, so there! It's really time for some snip snip, I mean the hair, sicko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Heren. Just this small little portion has quite a lot of shops and booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags are very nice! I yearn to buy one!! But I need money. Money is the key to success. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin was telling me she saw two men floating. Then I turned and looked, what the effing her eyes got problem man! Seriously, one glance and I could tell that they were statues lar! PLEASE, someone recommend her to eye-surgeon! JK. Behind the two men was a small booth selling ice-cream at four dollars each. Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bucketful, but a cone. Cone at FOUR dollars. Ma chiam more expensive than Haagen Daz. He loves green tea flavour. Ah huh ah huh, those girls who like him please start acting accordingly. I repeat: He loves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;greentea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flavour. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, this is not the stall he bought from. Yeah, I find it kinda funny cos two competing ice-cream sellers are positioned&lt;strong&gt; so freaking near&lt;/strong&gt;. But this one is better, more flavours. Heh, I think la-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by World of Sports and decided to snap the shoes newly-arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost asked Chun Yueh to go and cut his hair. Ahhh, professional cutting, I heard? And also, he mentioned that he's cutting botak. Hohoho, I think it kinda doesn't really suit him. But I guess it's nice all the same? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman. Omg I love this photo, cos it's like so natural-looking. I mean, I know it's accidental, but it's like focusing on Keith and Chun Yueh (at the back) but the subject of photo is still Spiderman. X) And it looks intimidating. The last time I went I had a phobia of not walking the area right below it, cos I feared it may fling down anytime. Paranoid huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the last storey and wanted to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding what to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Keith and Chun Yueh (looks very very sleepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Long-hair boy. I can understand why Chun Yueh isn't looking at the digicam, but why weren't I?! Chun Yueh's singing is improving too. Good for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Flushed Away the other day with Chun Yueh and Hui Jin. Not bad? In the end we didn't watch any movie but went to K-box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin and Keith. Keith is REALLY good at raps. Jay Chou's raps in essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's out! Jay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chua Ing Cong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got new fizzy drinks served. And we really tan tio (gained in money) cos total cost of each person only $9.30. This is by far the CHEAPEST I've ever given. Opps? And also, the drinks are not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No apparent comments to the expression he made. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jin. And then we got out of K-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we passed by this booth which sells really creative shirts la! Though you may consider it offensive. But I must buy one of them at least! Kwa kwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this bookshop with really weird name I don't wanna type it out. Muhahahaha, and it's REALY HUGE. I mean, to prove my point, look below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, and this is only like around 1/10 of the actual size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, I took notice of this really immense-size Christmas tree (and yes, they already started on the Christmas decorations some time ago. In fact, the who of Orchard Road!) and snapped it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stretches for THREE FREAKING STOREY high larrrr. Roar!! I have this sudden urge to climb up to the top and pull off the star. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:29PM&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/29235801-116316590193438127?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116316590193438127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116316590193438127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116316590193438127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116316590193438127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/calmed-down.html' title='Calmed down'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116313695797972615</id><published>2006-11-10T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:22:09.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick backstabber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th November 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick backstabber. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I am not going to post about Chalet nor NACLI camp, now that I'm in a foul mood. So don't demand anything already, I spent like so many hours on the Chalet post okay? I might post about them, but now is just not the right time. Let me say what I want to first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A leader must be able to withstand criticism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Says Chun Yueh, which I whole-heartedly agree with him. Maybe you don't understand what he's talking about, but... okay fine I bother to explain since this post is kinda gonna get some people misled. By criticism, he means genuine facts about XXX. But, when untrue details creep in, CRITICISM transforms to LIBEL. And you MUST know the difference between them, if not DON'T carry on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh, so this sick backstabber came online and told me how I am disliked by so and so, and what's not? I thought it over, on my attitude and stuffs, not really leh - I did show the right attitude to others. Ah well, at first I thought it's really due to my attitude (which is not true because the people were FINE with me). Yup, and then next moment, Tom* (name changed to protect identity) called up, and I asked if I'm really disliked by so and so. Tom said, "Nope, it is the Sick Backstabber that had spread rumours about you." And I asked what the Sick Backstabber said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Tom, the Sick Backstabber said I am very scheming, and competitive, constantly trying to win overthrow others and what the effing bullshit. Sick Backstabber carried on telling the others to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be careful of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Woah woah woah! One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, &lt;strong&gt;CAN DON'T &lt;em&gt;YOU SHI MEI SHI&lt;/em&gt; TALK BEHIND MY BACK CAN?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really sick of it. I would never allow such libel of me. I fine it okay if Sick Backstabber hates me all along, but she did two &lt;strong&gt;DESPICABLE&lt;/strong&gt; things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She pretended all friendly and nice when she is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) She spread TERRIBLY UNTRUE things to friends I just started to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry okay? I thought she really deserved a second chance, after what she did to Jenary* (name changed to protect identity too). SIAO, BUT NO, SHE DIDN'T CHANGE AT ALL - All along I'm fooled and what's-not? I am so terribly angry. If she thinks I'm that bad, then ask her to keep opinions to herself! She's just like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;two-headed&lt;/strong&gt; snake! If she dislikes me so much, then how come she can act so well huh? Omg this is getting a bit ridiculous. IF SHE DISLIKES ME SO MUCH, THEN DON'T FREAKING COME AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SO FRIENDLY. I am SOOOO angry. I just got to know the group of friends, and there she goes, backstabbing me like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really helpless now. What about the impression of others of me? Seriously, stop it already. What,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Hey you better beware of Demas hor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG I nearly teared my eyes out when I heard this from Tom. Maybe in the first place I shouldn't even have given her a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that she's a VERY good actor. No really, I acknowledge it. At one point in time she backstabs me, and then the following day, she came telling me how the people dislikes me. And she mentioned that she does not want any quarrels next year among me and the group of people. Kns la! OMG, that means now you are my friend, advising me to change; and yesterday you were my enemy? There can only be one SOLID word to describe you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to that group of friends:&lt;/span&gt; No really, it's okay if you want to believe her. Yeah yeah, I love to overthrow you all yadda yadda. Go on, I don't mind. Believe her fake words all you want. It only makes me realise how some of my true friends really trust and accept me. If you want to think me that way, then so be it. I don't find a need to prove that I am not, because in the first place, you didn't trust me. Yeah, just believe her. I seriously don't give a freaking damn. Because to me, her words are more of a nicely-spun tale to backstab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeating myself: I am not going to prove myself right. You choose yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: People asking me "Oh who is the person ah?" will either be ignored or ignored. Choose one. I am NOT telling who she is. By the way, the HCL re-test went horribly unwell. Good luck to me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s(2): Some people told me that this post is also backstabbing her. NO? I didn't specify her name, so how can it be backstabbing?! And also, what I stated are factual. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:26PM&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/29235801-116313695797972615?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116313695797972615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116313695797972615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116313695797972615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116313695797972615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick-backstabber.html' title='Sick backstabber.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116304669610258935</id><published>2006-11-09T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:23:00.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstabbed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th November 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slapped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takes 5 minutes to backstab people." Yes, just five minutes, and the reputation and impression will be ruined :) Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fussed over random things. I think it's kinda expected. Oh really? I guess so, I mean, people keeping quiet and acting do not change my view of them. Hmm... maybe some other day I will decide for myself what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I am fine. Just a tad helpless. Cannot see what's wrong with me too. But anyway, I will continue to sieve. Like sieving flour. Hahaha! ^.^ Though regarding this matter, none of my friends can help much. Not that I want them to help la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, will be going to Orchard with Keith, Chun Yueh and Hui Jin later. Walk around you know. At the same time, talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:22PM&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/29235801-116304669610258935?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116304669610258935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116304669610258935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116304669610258935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116304669610258935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/backstabbed.html' title='Backstabbed.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116269906153003927</id><published>2006-11-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:23:59.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;8th November 2006, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Post-note: This post stopped halfway before I went for NACLI camp. I really did make effort to post on Sunday but erm... ha! So anyway, I'm back and I've got loads to say. Eh, tomorrow maybe? I shall finish this post first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Class Chalet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into details straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself available on the first day cos almost all the leaders are gone: Vivien, Aihua, Benjamin and Chun Yueh. And so, with Crystal's and Shafiq's assistance, I managed to lead the 19 classmates. Basically, we were divided into three groups: Me and crowd; KFC (did not meet us cos Fan Wei's luggage was too heavy); and Benjamin and company (Went there to check in and look after things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haversack was huge. Real huge. I regretted my decision of bringing it la! People around me were teasing how I'm gonna be suspected as a suspicious article when I tapped my ez-link card. No matter, I pretended to be oblivious to the security guards and was calm. No problem, passed without difficulty. The crowd was a tad hard to control. And Hong Xun couldn't go cos he was sick =/ I must admit that I couldn't stand standing on the MRT, so I took every opportunity to sit. I slept from Jurong East to just a few stops before Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the MRT ride I was so irritated cos Kai Jun and Chun Yueh kept on calling me to ask where we were. Siao! When we left the station, I was feeling uncertain and flustered. I only had like super vague memories of how to go there. We missed the stop where we were supposed to alight too. HAHA! I think some people wanted to murder me straightaway when I said the walk through the Pasir Ris Park was to let them familiarise with the place. Wah lao it's through man, didn't you guys realise we passed by the Amazing Race stations?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached, and everyone wasn't too happy. Thanks to me. And to get it all started and playing for time, I decided to let everyone play Charade (the one where you have to act out without communication, so that the others can guess). It's fun stuff! I think Ahmad and Keith are good actors. I mean, Ahmad got pole-dancing and he did it really well that I gave him full marks! Keith got 8/9 for Phua Chu Kang. Haha! And so, photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Jun, Candice, Jefferson. A bit random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was food serving time! Credits to Kai Jun and Iqbal for cooking vermicilli and mee goreng respectively. I last minute then tell Iqbal one leh. Very nice! I think everyone got freaked out when they heard we only got one plate+ spoon+ cup+ fork each, and had to wash them after every meal. Shafiq was our saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he started washing the plastic cups for everyone. So kind of him! I was quite relieved lah. C. Jane and Wan Ting helped out too. Must really thank them for their enthusiastic participation! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN19921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN19921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Jeff and Wei Jie decided to place the hoola hoop around their necks to have fun. Hahaha, can't see why though. Staring at each other. Eyes producing electricity and... Regina was a bit jealous. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal. She was revising her Biology I think... No lar, she was reading magazine! HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to the beach, where we wanted to build sandcastles. However, it was raining and everyone was grumbling about red ants! Once again, playing for time, I decided to ask them chereograph a dance in groups. Themes are: Funky, Hiphop, Romance and Sexy. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and Light blue group merged and their themes were Funky and Hiphop. Fun! Iqbal and Shafiq were great dancers. But C. Jane was the best! She danced very well. Professionalism. Look at the way she shook her butt! OMG, nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane looked frustrated. God, Crystal is showing the bitchy look again. She keeps calling herself a bitch but she doesn't seem like one. I am the real bitch, Crystal. Iqbal seems to be enjoying himself! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange group also not bad. They chose sexy and they really know how to shake. They were the most organised group I gave them 9/10 for organisation. Haha! I'm so good. Nizam was the hottest, but I didn't fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bunch of ungrateful brats asked me to get lost. What the. Look at Fan Wei pointing his finger at me! Evil. Oh and they chose Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very creative. They did somersaults and what-have-you, plus the best thing I liked, Kai Jun did the most wonderful split ever! But she started to scream cos of the red ants. Kwa kwa kwa. They chose Funky I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson and Nizam, with Chun Yueh's Taiwan foot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth happened?! Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Vivien came, Chun Yueh, Nizam and I helped her to carry all the stuffs. Thanks alot alot alot to Vivien for buying all the food, 25% was wasted leh (later)! Omg. Then when everyone saw Vivien, they started to scream and yell and went back to the chalet to watch Princess Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to bbq. But I was not feeling right so I went to sit somewhere, thinking about random stuffs. I didn't know I sat for 1+ hour already, and Jane, Yin Shuen and Regina found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq, I must clarify that we didn't do anything. Dead serious. And also, Jane is super pretty right? I wasn't very happy la, as you can see. Cos I was really bitchy and there were cat fights. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin Shuen, Jane and Regina. All of ravishing beauty. Haha! Yin Shuen looks better with wet hair! Jane has just successfully mesmerised Shafiq, again! Regina's face turns a tad paler, no more tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back, the rest of them were bbqing le. I heard they needed 45 minutes to start the charcoal fire. Siao! Sorry leh, I didn't really want to help out when it comes to bbq. =X Reluctant you see, and later people come and complain food is still raw or not warm. Aha! Thank you, Ren Jie and Candice, for bbqing on the first day. I didn't each much la, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Siew and BenWang. Chien Siew's smile is always perfect... erm Benjamin's one is way too wide. NEED IMPROVEMENT. But the braces are all shiny and attention-seeking. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and Joyce. All very pretty la. Miss Lim was telling us how the boys in o3 are so very fortunate cos the girls in our class are so well-mannered and pretty. Of course, I disagree. No lar actually I agree. I mean, compare them with that scheming old bitch from the other class. They are 160% better! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina helping herself to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone helping himself to food. Gosh it's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was REALLY hazy inside cos the smoky air floated in from outside (which they were bbqing). Crystal looks like she is marching. What on earth is Vivien doing? And why is Hui Jin at the corner? Lets find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chay she's just eating curry puffs, and she doesn't seem like minding chatting across the first storey. Wonder why she's so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihua, CJane. Don't know who is at the back near the mirror. Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally gonna make Shafiq and Benjamin jealous. Jane was gorging on BBQ food. What happened to Crystal's look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, C. Jane and Aihua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Lanhua. She just finished bathing, worth 20 minutes. Yeah! Ren Jie ah Ren Jie... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to whoever who helped out in the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's DRAMATISATION! (Photo - credits to Lai Chien Siew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(half-twisted version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas: Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Vivien: Stepsister&lt;br /&gt;Messenger: Crystal&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Godmother: Shafiq&lt;br /&gt;Prince: Iqbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I had a sex change and turned into a girl. I just have no boobs lar! Not sexy enough. But hey, I'm Cinderella okay? Should be honoured! I have nothing to show mah... *sobs* why you are so bad one? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepsis illtreats me! HOW? Words in white are narrated by Benjamin. As in, just imagine him saying out the story bah! Haha. Oh, and Vivien please don't get offended X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if someone I don't know happen to say this to me, I would walk up to him, say &lt;em&gt;Good Morning&lt;/em&gt;, then kick his dick. But of course it is Xiao Ting, that I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I must admit I went almost giggling in this photo. !!! I was bursting to fits of laughter after that flash. Man, but it's funny all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting funnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I swear upon anything that I didn't know how on the mortal earth I came up with that expression?! Like want to sa jiao. Of course not la, in reality, I am not Hui jin hao bu hao? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Shafiq also changed sex. LOL! And that satay stick became a wand. Amusing ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's a very nice one, Vivien -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! It's getting a bit too funny I'm already laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien looks really professional at acting like a shameless woman. Oh well, I guess Iqbal would have chosen her in reality. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin93.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin93.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayism? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien really knows her choice of expressions well! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report: All very talented actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cin96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/cin96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I thought of this idea one. LOL. Of course in the conventional story, Cinderella did NOT drop her shoe purposely -.- Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the lead actors! Hahahaa! And, how many effing times must I repeat again and again that Vivien and I are NOT a couple. Omg, she so good, I like shit - how to become couple?! It just so happens that we are good friends. Wah cannot ah? Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Drum Major. As you can see, he's sweating like mad when I took photo. Cos... erm, he was like helping out in the BBQ. Heh, did I already mention I didn't want to go near the bbq pit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sexy and Hot Man. I guess he was just too hot lar! The smoke was so hazy I got a bit gidddyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihua and Weijie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xiao K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina learns guitar! Nice nice... NO LA, is I told her to pose only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien, Crystal and BenWang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Theend of firstday! Blogging second and third day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I won't be re-activating my tagboard soon. Maybe a month or more. Somehow I feel so much more secure to pretend it such way. I also don't have to worry cos of frequent flooders and spammers. That's me for the time being. Not fully used to publicity yet. I may or may not insert the tagboard. But the counter remains (it just reached an effing 9000 too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:11PM&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/29235801-116269906153003927?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116269906153003927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116269906153003927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116269906153003927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116269906153003927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet.html' title='Class Chalet'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116268291138000811</id><published>2006-11-05T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:25:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A terrible urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th November 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a terrible urge to blog, without a specific blogging topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't post the photos yet, cos I forgot to charge my digicam again, now my photos aren't even uploaded. Or was it another attempt to procrastinate? (Mysterious look) But anyway, I won't be able to blog again for another 3 days (starting from tomorrow) cos of NACLI camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's fun lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go and sleep more. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:14AM&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/29235801-116268291138000811?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116268291138000811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116268291138000811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116268291138000811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116268291138000811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/terrible-urge.html' title='A terrible urge'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116263251819982525</id><published>2006-11-04T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:31:26.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid chainmail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;4th November 2006, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I retracted the previous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;post cos when talking to Vivien (she's such a nice person to defend the stranger), something hit me so hard. I shouldn't be like so bad... especially to someone I don't know. And to that someone, I'm sorry for cursing you. And I'm more apologetic to have insulted your dear parents. Yeah la yeah la, I'm gay and are you happy now? I'm also happy cos I'm gay! Hah! And that someone, whatever it is, I don't want to dwell on anymore. Not that I liked your tags anyway. I don't know why you hate me so much though, maybe it's through my bitchings on my blog. But you can carry on tagging that way. From this very moment, I have decided I'll ignore them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb chainmail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking my mail just a few moments ago, and I received a dumb chainmail. It's about ten ways to deduce whether you're haunted. Honestly, I was laughing away by the absurd ideas the author wrote. He's definitely 12 or something. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Okay, so erm, I am haunted if there is a power failure at midnight time? A bit ridiculous. Then I guess there are like 820784321004 people who are haunted (or watched at) already. Frankly, that's kinda lame. Imagine myself blogging at midnight, then there's power failure, wah then I am haunted ar? Siao liao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but how do I know if my pet is sleeping? WTF? If it's not sleeping, then naturally I would take it as it's awake, &lt;strong&gt;with eyes wide open&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you very much, and I detect stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is even MORE funny.Zomgwt-effingly funny! For a moment, I thought that the author must be taking us like little children. Crazy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I even get an idea of what my pet is seeing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is this a bit STUPID? Wow, my dog is staring blindly at the wall. Then I must hide in a corner, cos actually in between the dog and the wall, there is a white corpse lolling around? Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That's silly. My cat cannot scratch at the air meh? Even more amusingly, my dog cannot growl. I think anyone who has a dog is haunted, cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dogs do growl randomly. Once again, it's so stupid because how would I know what the pet is seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's here, and it's there... and it flew there, and it floated and it drifted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I see a shadow on the wall! OMG, what is happening? Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something like this happens to me, then I would be shocked to death. But fortunately, I only hear myself talking and whispering. Is that counted? I mean, there's no one there what. So I assume I am haunting myself la? Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I see Dementors lurking around, and it's an ominous black. How? But actually, it's a blackout. No worries, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone/ something is touching me! HELP! Gosh, it was actually me touching myself. And that something was actually a sudden rush of wind. Heh. Oh wait, another hand just touched my shoulder. Hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my brother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/point10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/point10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame you for your level of English. Oh people, he meant standing up, not shooting up. Hmm hmm, my hair is standing up now. I wonder why. Oh, the ghosts are pulling them up. Not really, I think it's my air-con doing the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any more ridiculous ideas? The author even included personal thoughts from, what he claimed, different people, which made me laugh even more. He tried sounding realistic too, by creating names. But if you are smart enough, you'll realise the writing line and style are the same. All about misfortunes of not sending the mail to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am working on the post of chalet. Come back later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/s: &lt;s&gt;Some people told me that my previous post was a tad too harsh. Let me tell you something, I don't care okay? People who dislike me, I will dislike them back. Conversely, people who love me, I will love them back. Please accept MY analogy! Okay maybe I was really harsh, but we must see harsh to who lar!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:13PM&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/29235801-116263251819982525?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116263251819982525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116263251819982525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116263251819982525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116263251819982525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-chainmail.html' title='Stupid chainmail'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116233806471470199</id><published>2006-11-01T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:34:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st November 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) :D :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn happy over a private reason. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it lar! Something like this can actually happen. Lol! Yay! If possible, make it happen again. I mean, it's kinda a surprise afterall. Heh. By the way, to that person: It's okay lar, thanks for accepting it! And thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting all excited of the chalet! Yawns* I mean, arghhh, I'm not supposed to reveal anything. Regain composure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that also means I won't be able to blog tomorrow. That's terrible! But if you are really bored, go read 6 months' worth of archives. Hello, don't underestimate this! The entries can make you laugh, angry, happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find a song damn stupid and irritating. That time I was at MacDonalds, and it kept repeating itself. I shall check out the song's name! But it involves "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you see it and you hear it then you know you have to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever, I don't know much of the lyrics, but it's somewhere there. And it's darn irritating! Maybe I don't really come to appreciate English songs, but how about &lt;strong&gt;One Last&lt;/strong&gt;?! It's nice. Slow it may be, but ... I don't know how to argue my way out for songs, so lets just make it - I said it's nice, and therefore, it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I hate most is the one which has this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking at my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; tooooooooooooooot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the song it's &lt;em&gt;toot&lt;/em&gt;ing and &lt;em&gt;toot&lt;/em&gt;ing. So pissed with it! And it sounds kinda sexual too. That's quite amusing. So replace it with the various sexual stuffs lar! What's the big deal? KIDDING! But then seriously, the toot is uber distracting can!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry is gonna make people tag things like "Oh you ancient, you don't know how to appreciate." but heck, it is my opinion lar crazyass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered today's Puo Hua's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Too bad she can't attend the chalet on the first day because of a Piano Concert. It would be better of course, if she goes. More the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah obviously, since you like PuoHua so freaking much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmmm... not really. &lt;&lt;&lt; (Said it rather reluctantly) I also realised that this post has no specific aim, and thus I'm really getting nowhere instead of rambling. Ha! Maybe it's due to the photolog, that I'm unable to post well. Hmm.. I'm always finding excuses. Bye. P/s: Since this entry is pointless and boring, I shall tell you guys a secret: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am such a nice person, that the thing which is least nice about me is my niceness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHH! Don't tell anyone okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:28AM&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/29235801-116233806471470199?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116233806471470199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116233806471470199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116233806471470199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116233806471470199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116230611554877265</id><published>2006-10-31T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:34:01.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As she very well requested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st October 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As she very well requested,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as Keith would like it so much so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby announcing... the death of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At the same time, someone screamed freaking loud, as though correcting me, "IT'S BIRTHDAY, NOT DEATH!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I mean, the birthday of her is today, which is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPHINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember class chalet horrrr! Don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:36PM&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/29235801-116230611554877265?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116230611554877265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116230611554877265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116230611554877265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116230611554877265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-she-very-well-requested_31.html' title='As she very well requested'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116226080316146764</id><published>2006-10-31T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:35:00.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st November 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY NUMBER OF VISITS PER DAY REACHED 200 YESTERDAY. I REACHED MY GOAL!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, that I don't mind C.Jane being the bitchiest for 10 seconds. Just 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall quote her from her blog (&lt;a href="http://teenchronicles.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;): &lt;em&gt;And I just simply LOVE it when he quotes me ! Cuz , yeah you gotta admit , he &lt;strong&gt;DO get a lot of visitors on HIS blog&lt;/strong&gt; . Hahahas !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! Not really a lot though, but still kinda acceptable XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know it reached because of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;photolog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes yes, stop it already. Awww, maybe the visits will decline. Resolution is to flash some porn here and there, to interest more readers!&lt;strong&gt; I am just kidding.&lt;/strong&gt; LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time I was reading my archives and I realised my blogging style changed. Not as in the use of words, but the expression. Hmm, I don't know how to say it. It just somehow changed. Ah yes, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a hell lot bitchier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last time. When I started blogging (May era), the readers were limited to my classmates. And then due to some real-bitchy posts, other classes soon hopped over. Thus I restricted myself to bitchy comments recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is how it changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, through my blog, 96 people developed hatred towards me. But like I have said earlier, the ratio of the number of people who like me to the number of people who hate me is 200 : 1. So essentially,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19200 people love me! Yawns* The 96 thing is rather negligible. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chalet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3ians, remember that tomorrow is the date of our chalet! Don't be as blur as Wan Ting hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take note of the compulsory items, stated some posts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack your stuffs properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Shafiq and Crystal at CCK control station at 12.30pm sharp. I understand that some of you got courses or trainings, so if you intend to reach there yourself, please give either Shafiq or Crystal a call. I believe I had sent you all the schedule. So just print the group list and the schedule out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do remember! &gt;&lt;^ And take note that no parents are going. Mr. Tan, Miss Wu and Miss Melissa Lim may be going. Because on the first day, Vivien, Me, Benjamin, Aihua and I will reach late, so&lt;strong&gt; Shafiq&lt;/strong&gt;, if you are reading this: With the help of Ahmad and Jefferson (remaining committee members), please ensure that they do not get into trouble and &lt;strong&gt;do not ever ever let them swim in the sea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I have to meet Mr Neo now for the appeal! Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:01AM&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/29235801-116226080316146764?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116226080316146764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116226080316146764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116226080316146764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116226080316146764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-god.html' title='Oh god.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116218241356477271</id><published>2006-10-30T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:35:49.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-ness (Part III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30th October 2006, Monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo-ness (Part III)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; photologger ever, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Section Three: On the last day of school, @ Sakae Sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1910.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1910.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in and decided to split into two tables. Heh! There were me, BenWang, Chun Yueh, Cjane, Josephine, Crystal, Joyce, Chien Siew, Puo Hua, Jane, Ai Hua, Kai Jun. This is an act-cute shot of Cjane and Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the surprised look?! You should be used to me taking photos everywhere what!? And the table is full of sushis... I so love sushi can? Except for the raw salmon lar, which can make me gag badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Jane eats salmon sushi. Succeeds. LOL.. Actually is I ask her to pose one lar. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal does seem like she's really enjoying the food. And it's some tofu cover thing that is wrapping the sushi. Nice too : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plates slowly piling up... I contributed alot! Come on, I starved myself for morning and lunch just for this treat okay?! I went for a food binge and it's real nice lar. I mean, the six of us ate over 50 plates. With quite alot of side orders too. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice green tea ice-cream from Buds. Each of us got different flavour and it's damn nice! I love the strawberry one, but unfortunately it landed in the wrong hands - Crystal. Ahh! ... Kidding. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ and Aihua. Kai They look quite photogenic, and a bit pretty. Kai Jun is at the back, with the other group. And CJ wore short skirts again. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture of Chun Yueh with his uber-long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not taking more pictures at Sakae, cos most of the time I was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Section Four: After the Farewell Concert, which is the tour around the school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the tour, just below the hall. A quick snap of the people there. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went upstairs.... I was using MultipleFlash cos it was so freaking dark can?! Oh gosh, that can mean that my batt is about to flat like anything. Ahhh! But it's okay, for the sake of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we passed the DnT office... Haiz, all the hard time at DnT workshop. Reminisce!!! Though very tough, but we still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we passed by the Science lab... makes me remember the boring or fun practicals. Haha! My recent partner is Ren Jie. :) I always copy theory homework from him. Did I just say this out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Yueh decided to be an attention-seeker and he came in front... Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot. Cjane went totally berserk and was like jumping around monkey-like. I mean, you don't really see her in such a state lar. Looks like she really had to though, since she's trying to out-bitch me everytime. I also sian diao le, fine I'm the bitchiest. No arguments. And she looks like she's a 7-year-old enjoying a slide at playground. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we passed by 203... Is that Jefferson?! He really plans his time well, and ran there?! Wow, giving o3ians a surprise ah... I wasn't surprised though, he's always so sneaky. I guess I will miss his a+b+c+d = ??? Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability level: 1%. Thank God there's still one percent.. WAIT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ERROR, ERROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report re-states: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;96%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASPS* Cjane, hang in there abit, I will get the best woodbridge hospital for you! She was literally screaming lar! And how did she manage that biggest mouth which beat Benjamin's!?!?!? She wanted to hit me with the clappers too. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we move down... And warrrh, the journey ended rather abruptly. What the... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part about this post is that it doesn't contain me, the genius!!! It kinda spoils the whole thing actually. :( And yes, our whole journey of 2 years ends on 27th october, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest &lt;strong&gt;o3ians&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these two posts see insignificant to you, but I made every effort to capture the last and very last memories of us wearing school uniform in BPGHS, as a whole. I really wanna quote the song from Friends Forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on,&lt;br /&gt;We remember,&lt;br /&gt;All the times we,&lt;br /&gt;had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says alot... Really. Throughout these 2 years I doubt anyone will deny that he/she did not gain anything. Because the most important thing is we gained friends. Well, as Vivien said, we really reached our goal. Unity and Enthusiasm are all within us. Honestly, I can imagine the first day of orientation week, like yesterday! And this year, I thought to myself, time will not go so fast. But well, from cheering competition, to Class Outing, to Cheering comp finals, to Farewell Party with Mr Tan and Miss Wu, to Farewell Concert, and the last chapter this year - Class Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just won't stop for the sake of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really, really do hope you enjoyed reading these 2 posts. And yes, two years, and maybe 10 years' time, re-visit Pervailes.blogspot.com, cos you may want to re-look how we all have been - all in these 2 entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I will miss you loads! :):) Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:28PM&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/29235801-116218241356477271?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116218241356477271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116218241356477271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116218241356477271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116218241356477271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-ness-part-iii.html' title='Photo-ness (Part III)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116208184486201683</id><published>2006-10-29T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:36:58.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-ness (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29th October 2006, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Photo-ness (Part II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to prove Blogger is better than Fotki... So here I am, a life example, enduring 6 hours of blogging classs photos to maintain Blogger's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Section One: Class Cam-whore days ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1552.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihua and Benjamin. No offence, but Aihua has that purple-pink dangling earring, and plus that lian expression, she makes it perfect to be a chao ah lian! But they look like sister and brother, don't you think so?! 78% look-a-like lar! Okay maybe not, but they look really natural and sibling-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close-up shot. Yes I know, very good-looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the CrystalCurse is gone, now that I don't have the bitch look. As you can see, everyone is happily chatting and having fun in the background, while I was snapping photos here and there. The surprising part is no one got irritated with me (you shouldn't hor!) when I was requesting for photos. I guess, since it's last few days, we'd really want photos to collect our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC! (But not in order) Fan Wei, Chun Yueh, Keith. At first they were pointing the middle finger (LMAO) but they must have thought it best not to, since I'm posting the photos on my blog. Fan Wei reminds me of bird nest hair, Chun Yueh looks okay, while Keith looks a bit sad! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina and Candice, the two cuties (?!?!). Erh, Regina must be taking alot of vitamins, cos she's so radiant that she's glowing tomato-red! Candice's hair is so messy that I feel like snipping it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xiao Ting aka Da Mei Nu. Wahahahaha! We both look nice obviously. Vivien looks like she's really happy over something though. Wonder what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chien Siew and Ai Hua. &lt;/s&gt;Shi Yuan and Ren Jie. As usual, Shi Yuan gave the oh-I-am-blur look, he must have bought the specs to enhance his blurness. Total nerd! And omg, Ren Jie&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; smiled, out of 280 photos. He smiled! I think Ai hua might like this picture of his lip ends winding up. Ren Jie really can open his eyes BIG, which is why he's called the Goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys started to arm-wrestle. Okay this is only a posing shot. Nizam versus Chun Yueh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq versus Keith. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson. Always the same expression. It involves tilting his head to his left side and forcing out a positive curve with his mouth. Not bad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to move back a few steps to show how the situation was like. Apparently, the class was divided into four groups - Wei Jie and company; The Arm-Wrestling; Girls playing Murderer; Yin Kee and company. Everyone was enjoying his time! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHH* What are they trying to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEARING booklets?! LOL! Look at Miss Ow's interested look. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot. Wei Jie was trying his best to hide his face when I took photos here and there! But I managed it when I called his name and he turned to look at me! WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Section Two: Photos during school hours on last day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine, Me, Vivien. I am in stuck in between of two beauties. How?! But of course I wouldn't betreay Keith and Chun Yueh respectively. Wahahaha! Ahem* Vivien's P.E. shirt is crumpled like siao, wonder who pulled it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left: Shafiq, Ahmad, Nizam, Iqbal, Vivien. Conclusion: They are all very nice-looking! But I daresay, if I was added in this picture, the whole thing will be tremendously more attractive. Hahaa! But Vivien's face looks a bit elongated, yet pretty all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, tell me they aren't studying! They aren't right? So hardworking, even after exams? Or... What's with the book and file? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Xiaohua. Bleahh, but she said her eyes are not big enough so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she requested another photo, and forced open her eyes to the max! I wonder why she wants to act like Ren Jie so much. No good no good. Ren Jie naturally has big eyes lar, she has small-squinted eyes when smiling. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has small eyes again. Vivien looks better now. And Aihua's carrying the BrownBear. Wee-wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes again, fantastic. Okay lar, very pretty lar hor? Stop seeking attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien and me. Eh, I am just wondering, if she cried again cos she looked uber sad and tearful! Or maybe her eyebags are doing the trick. Vivien, have more sleep, your eyebags are thickening. OH WHATEVER, I'm helping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN17801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN17801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less visible eyebags! See, I am so nice. But she still looks like she's gonna cry! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from left: Aihua, SeeWoon, BenWang, Vivien, Josephine, Crystal. They were supposed to give a surprised look, and I'm now grading them of task fulfillment., from highest to lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihua - 89%&lt;br /&gt;Crystal - 78%&lt;br /&gt;Vivien - 71%&lt;br /&gt;See Woon - 58%&lt;br /&gt;Josephine - 48%&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin - 37%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ren Jie, one of my good friends in 203 Whoosh! Only started to hang around with him during June era. Wahaha, his goldished eyes are scary though. The good news is I managed to persuade him to opt for Triple! Good luck XD. And I have a confession to make - I always borrow his homework to copy one leh! OMG! SSHHH!!! Pretend you didn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case you'd dare to forget how our Joker Iqbal looks like, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice bah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and her old flame, benWang. Vivien was telling me how Jane is the prettiest girl in the class. Hwee Tian was telling me how sweet Jane looks. No wonder Shafiq has such a serious crush on her. But I think Benjamin is quite jealous. Heh. Or maybe not, since he likes Crystal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YinShuen, SeeWoon, KaiJun, Jane. Wait, I think they want to say something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN17931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN17931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, that's loud! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! Chun Yueh didn't comb his damn hair. But I think alot of girls have crush on him. And he just woke up from his sleep. Tsk tsk. He is giving me the morning-blur look. Hhaa, and it's time to cut your hair, CY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Bun &lt;s&gt;Mei&lt;/s&gt; Di decided to rush forwards with BrownBear and shook it rather vigorously you can even see the motion effect. No lar! The shaking part was done by Zhe Hao. What the!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, Crystal, that was accidental, I swear. LMAO! I'm just kidding lar... wahahah, and it's: Keith, Nizam, Shafiq and BenWang. Kakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be evil and asked for a photo of Keith and Josephine. It worked, it worked with the help of Crystal, C. Jane, Nizam, Benjamin, Shafiq, Wan Ting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith ah Keith ah, don't blame me lar (he was showing me the usual buay song look again). The problem is, they weren't so close. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five girls did the star thing: ChienSiew, Joyce, Puo Hua, Kai Jun, Jane. Not bad. It seems like a trend now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Keith! YEAH, I know, stop telling me how thin he is! KAKAKA! I know =_= I am actually very thin le, it's just that others are thinner. *Sobs silently* I think Keith was quite du lan with me, forcing that picture out. Sorry, it was just... devil at play! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple 2(Love Triangle) found! Jane wasn't the least bit shy. Shafiq was more than willing to take photos with her, while Benjamin screamed at Jane for no reason (did he?). So terrible love triangle lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my revenge! Now Crystal got that bitch look. Regina is even more red, while Benjamin is showing the Dont-you-dare-Shafiq-touch-Jane look. Everything's going so funny in this picture. Benjamin does seem like he wants to be inside every single picture! That's very attention-seeking (like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YinShuen, YinKee, Amreeth, Benjamin. See, he really wants a picture with everyone. YinShuen looks a bit childish (no offence), Yin Kee looks photogenic while Amreeth looks, if not for the jet black hair, like an old granny staring innocently at her grandchildren. What's with the BrownBear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting real tired of the BracesBoy, with the BrownBear. So anyway, Crystal must have thought she really looked bitchy in the previous photo, and thus demanded another one. Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, "Oh my, I look bitchy. RETAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple Number 3 is found! RENJIE AND XIAOHUA! Very couple-lookalike leh. Keith commented that , among the six couples, they look the best. And ahem* , they are the most willing party okay?! Look at the eagerness within the both of them. Shiokness. I snapped it without difficulty. No fidgetting and stuffs - they want it to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie and Regina. YAY! They were shifting here and there, and this is the clearest I could manage. Wei Jie is damn shy, but his face brightened up (as you can see) when he sat with Regina. Woah woah, and Regina smacked my butt later on. Tsk! What the, lim peh's butt is very sexy so don't spoil it okay?! Nonetheless, they look sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, me and Xiao Puo Shi. I mean Puo Hua. She was so scared I may take advantage of her (?!?!?!) cos everytime I went nearer, she would be utterly disgusted. Wah siao, I so handsome she also don't want ah? And she's not really happy. XD As you can see, we are both geniuses. kakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASPS* What is sticking out?! How could it ever stretch that long?! I mean... chay, it's an umbrella stick. =_= What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1842.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson at work. What's he doing? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random shot when we were playing Murderer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1859.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1859.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No apparent comments :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18671.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18671.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty banana, cos we got the final couple (Shi Yuan+Chien Siew) snapped! Shi Yuan is giving a very lecherous look lah! Almost drooling, with a rather vacant expression. His nose nearly bled too. Chien Siew looks unnaturally happy even when she's taking with him. Oh, is that Wan Ting at the back? What's she doing? *Mysterious look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band members! Vivien, Shi Yuan and Fan Wei. *Twist* Shi Yuan just simply cannot look at my cam. zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit blur. Ren Jie- Wei Jie- Josephine - Aihua - Puo Hua- Kai Jun- Joyce -Crystal - Chien Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal + Vivien. They were supposed to show a puzzled + flustered look. I think Vivien overdid it though. Crystal is near perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Aihua, Puohua, Kaijun, Joyce, Chiensiew, Vivien. Yes yes, they are all very pretty (hate myself for lying). *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN18911.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN18911.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Benjamin wanted to be part of the photo. -_- Stealing all the limelight cos firstly, he is the only guy in this picture, and secondly, he's showing the most attention-seeking smile ever, ever! Hmph... And what on earth is Puo Hua doing? Evidently, she does not know how to pose! See the sickening motion blur, which shouldn't be there at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... NPCC had to leave at this point in time. And a few started to tear again. We missed you guys alot leh, especially after the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed this one of the last photos - Keith and Nizam. They are shao nu sha shou (appeal to girls like anything!) hor! and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1897.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/400/DSCN1897.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cjane and Vivien wanted to come in! So, oh gosh, they are like two couples can?! Keith+ Josephine, Nizam + Vivien. Wahahaha!! Nah, they are just o3ians. And then... they turned to leave... And Vivien start to tear again. Omg! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:58PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-116208184486201683?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116208184486201683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116208184486201683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116208184486201683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116208184486201683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-ness-part-ii.html' title='Photo-ness (Part II)'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116208736271131510</id><published>2006-10-29T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:38:04.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th October 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalet stuffs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Tried to post at class blog but failed! Errors!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Downtown East (Pasir Ris)&lt;br /&gt;Dates: 1st Nov - 3rd Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1st Nov, you guys have to meet Shafiq at 12.30pm, where Benjamin will be at the chalet to meet you all. Following which, ben Wang will go for some random courses at BPGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to bring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPULSORY items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 5 pieces of clothes (including undergarment, shorts and shirt). I recommend 3 sets of casual wear. And please please bring your class tee, you will wear on 2nd Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 Towels (bring more if possible) - One for washing up, one for bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bottle filled with 1.5 litres of water - For water-rationing exercise. I'm kidding! Eh, it's just in case of emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A packet of tidbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Toiletries - Toothbrush, toothpaste, razor(for guys of course), comb, shampoo, soap and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sleeping bag (guys MUST bring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) $20 (just in case of emergency. It is not stated that we need the money for whatever things, but unexpected cases do happen, so bring at least this amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Running shoes + slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Medication&lt;/strong&gt; - compulsory for people who have illnesses or sicknesses. For example, if you have asthma, please equip yourself with refilled asthma spray-bottle! If you have recurring headaches, please bring panadols. If you are proned to indigestion and gastric pain, please bring indigestion tablets and panadol for stomach relief respectively. However, if you have night blindess, just bring a torchlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;OPTIONAL items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Handphone + handphone charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Playing cards (UNO, poker cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitations will be/are sent to Miss Kimberly Wu and Mr Damian Tan. Mr Neo and Miss Nani are not going as they are busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we need a parent/guardian-volunteer to ensure maximum safety precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very important okay! Try to ask your parents nicely :)&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note of the restrictions, rules and other recommended measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Boys are not allowed to enter the second storey unless with prior permission from the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls have first priority to bathroom during bathing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) No one is allowed to go outside of the chalet after 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do stick in groups of three to four when you hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) No water acitvities exceeding 50cm in depth are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Free time is not the time for you to loiter around and create trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If asked to gather, everyone is to report &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;punctually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Failure to do so will result in me getting pissed off and this in turn leads to no games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When barbecueing, playing is disallowed. Everyone can join in to BBQ but if pushing and pulling here and there happen, then everyone has to sit down and wait for Shi Yuan to serve you food (NOT JOKING). This is to ensure no one gets scalded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) When playing amazing race/treasure hunt, you are not to go to other places, beyond the playing area (will be further specified on that day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If any emergencies happen, please call me and I guess you all know my number. In case you all don't know, I will tell you guys on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Demas, Head of Functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:50AM&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/29235801-116208736271131510?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116208736271131510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116208736271131510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116208736271131510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116208736271131510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/chalet-stuffs.html' title='CHALET stuffs'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116203666820693332</id><published>2006-10-28T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:39:38.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holistic Report Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th October 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;em&gt; HOLISTIC&lt;/em&gt; report card.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, my gall bladder nearly came out from my nose when I received my report book. Just kidding. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/Untitled-12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RXqua6sCddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7IZAjP69Qg/s1600-h/reportcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006505713229526482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RXqua6sCddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7IZAjP69Qg/s400/reportcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge. IC number covered to protect my personal details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became Aihua or Shafiq, cos Mr Neo - after 10 months of being form teacher - still mistook me as the Welfare Head. I AM HEAD OF FUNCTIONS, sotong. It's kinda insulting leh, for being mispraised for something I am definitely not. And especially after such a long time. I suspect, he got 100 straps of papers containing different sentences, and he randomly picks it. YES, that's what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Picks first paper out of the 100 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1st paper reads: ____ has won the trust and respect of his peers because he has a clear set of moral values.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo: Okay, I shall use this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picks second paper out of the 100 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2nd paper reads: He/she has been actively participating in class discussions and lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo: Yeah, that fits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Decides it's too troublesome anyway, so adds himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Neo: Let's make it - A cheerful and well-organized leader in his&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Welfare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Committee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I doubt the accuracy of the comments he makes. That is also why he calls random people&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; efficient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL! It makes me so wanna laugh lar! EFFICIENT?! Inaccurate comments man, seriously. But the comments he gave me it seems to fit pretty well ( unless if you change the Welfare to Functions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my results are not that impressive. But still, very unexpected. I think it's due to kiasuism, especially for Literature! I re-wrote my &lt;em&gt;Remember Me?&lt;/em&gt; for 5 times. LOL! Hmm hmm! :D I relied much on Home Economics to score well lar! I mean, since I didn't do that well for DnT (pretty much thanks to ...)! My Science is a bit low to get into Triple Science. Chien Siew got 90 you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my first $100 today! YAY! Shall decide when to spend it, and what to spend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we've got homework and assignments during holidays. Shucks. Gtg now bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:46PM&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/29235801-116203666820693332?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116203666820693332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116203666820693332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116203666820693332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116203666820693332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/holistic-report-card.html' title='The Holistic Report Card'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTPQy3q2w0c/RXqua6sCddI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7IZAjP69Qg/s72-c/reportcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116099067978184372</id><published>2006-10-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:40:25.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th November 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (finally lar, sorry okay! Been procrastinating alot alot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSC040411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSC040411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should have let me smile properly first. Oh gosh, look at the terrible bitch face. Like I am so happy after I criticise a random something. OMG, seriously! So bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chalet: 14/10/06 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother, Delwin. If you observe carefully, he's holding onto a can of beer. And he has just successfully mesmerised yet another girl, no? But I think he's with someone that Keith likes. They met during a leadership camp and ... Oh they are not steads lar. Keith = jealous of my brother. ADMIT IT, KEITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Chufong's sleeping. My cousin! The chalet had four beds, two of which could be placed vertically against the wall when not in use. Nice! It had two bathrooms - one for your usual businesses and one for bathing. But the chalet was quite small. A bit squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Went to Escape Theme Park, no photos there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives. We started to barbecue. There was a wide variety of food and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to resist?! Delicious. 2kg sank in I suspect... No problem, I shall start popping Slim10s! Yay :) After that I went to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN14012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN14012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking. Me, Ah long and ah fong. Cute cousins I have. I also very cute lar (bhb!). Nah, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN14021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN14021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Hui Xuan wants me to shoot her. *Ahem* Okay fine, I wanted to shoot her rather. Good, good. She seemed to be enjoying her 100 plus drink. Oh yeah, the chalet was a tad messy. Look at the table behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another accidental shot. He didn't mean to show you his ugly side but I guess... he had to! He wanted to punch me you see. Yep, he mistook me as Ah Bian, which is not good cos the latter is extremely fugly while I am super good-looking! However, I managed to dodge several blows from him and snapped a photo. Muhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults had just finished their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they trying to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1440.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1440.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Sparklers. Omg, it reminds me of the times we spent at Kai Jun's house... Makes me reminisce the moments with fellow o3 whooshians. Sigh sigh! I wonder if we will have another time like this at her house void deck. I guess everyone will be so busy with their new group of friends that we start neglecting each other &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The below images are certified NC16. Please skip this part. Oh whatever, you will still scroll down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GASPS* What's my third uncle holding on to, with that swishing movement?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no? They aren't gambling right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/gam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/gam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother looks all happy when shuffling the cards!? Wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/gam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/gam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started from his&lt;em&gt; ben qian&lt;/em&gt; (original sum) being 30 cents, and .... erm - through a series of what my uncles called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scamming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he managed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/gam4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/gam4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see... O_O Kinda terrible. And he won more later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEANWHILE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two little kids carried on playing sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them carried on bbqing sweet corn and other miscellaneous food (not to much of my liking though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, everyone was called out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I swear this is the most magnificent cake I have ever seen in my whole life (excludes those in TVs and those in weddings cos they are all fake)!! It stretches 7/8 of the width of the table. Oh, if you have sharp eyes, the Chinese words read &lt;em&gt;fu ru dong hai, shou bi nan shan, sheng ri kuai le&lt;/em&gt; - which is usually a birthday-wishing proverb for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once the candles get all lighted up, we started singing! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they started to distribute the cake! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah long brought my share to me! So nice of him of course. The top view was presentable with the pinkish-white cream, the cake was soft and spongy and... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO I SEE BLUEBERRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!?! It's always like this, why put blueberry inside the cake when it spoils the whole thing! OMG LAR! Just when I thought it's all yummy and stuff, it contains some disgusting purplish-blue cream which does not suit the cake at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN14921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN14921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be picky and act like a fuss pot, and digged out all the chunks of disgusting blueberry and left it aside! Muhahahaha! I'm such a smart kid. And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this very moment, my cam batt flat it all out - DANG! So day two don't have any photos, but it's okay, it's not as eventful as the day one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always, and more photos of the class later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:17AM&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/29235801-116099067978184372?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116099067978184372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116099067978184372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116099067978184372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116099067978184372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-ness.html' title='Photo-ness'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116196248220278353</id><published>2006-10-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:41:09.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like strangling any random peopl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th October 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall strangle random people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos my level position rose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWELVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rankings, which is more of a sad thing! It is currently 22/270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My percentage dropped from a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;formidable&lt;/span&gt; 79.5 to 76.1, because they counted all ten subjects. WTF! Apart from my top 8, the other two (aka HCL and DnT) are B4s. Thus my class position increased to 5/39. OMG lar, even for the fact that I topped three subjects (Literature, Home Economics, Geography), 2nd --&gt; 5th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the money is reduced to only $600. OMFG! $300 gone just by a few marks. Not pissed at all actually, cos my results are kinda unexpected. But, it's a big shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Sakae Sushi with Ben, Chun Yueh and a bunch of beauties. And I took a truckload of photos today before + after the Farewell Concert. Not posting tonight. More delay! Starting on the photologging of my Ah Gong's chalet first (which is like almost eons ago le!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:11PM&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/29235801-116196248220278353?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116196248220278353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116196248220278353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116196248220278353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116196248220278353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-like-strangling-any-random.html' title='I feel like strangling any random peopl'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116186481928398807</id><published>2006-10-26T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:42:06.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicest wallpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th October 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got the nicest wallpaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/smile!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/smile%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it my wallpaper and I gasped and shrieked 827 times because it's so freakingly nice can!? Mind the bottom left, lol! Hey, there are other people too right! I made this wallpaper thong! So charming. o3ians save it, and put it as your wallpaper!!! Can people praise me first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had councillor meeting today, and Damian and the ex-co were extremely relaxed and friendly! Highly unexpected. Muhahaha. But I was not really happy cos my name got mispronounced twice. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once by Yumei, when she looked at my name tag and confirmed my name. She sounded something like "The mars" which annoyed me a little! I corrected her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;politely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was by Samuel (I wonder how come he knows me btw?), when he had to ask me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah huh, but I was under the impression that the people were all very friendly. One of whom is Eugene, though knowing how bitchy I am at present, still talked to me. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Okay, for the benefit of the people who don't know me, I shall teach you all how to pronounce DEMAS fluently and accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow pronunciation of "&lt;strong&gt;Dem&lt;/strong&gt;onstrate". JUST THE FIRST SYLLABLE. JUST IT. Okay, then add "us" behind it. And bingo! You get it all - correct. Whee! And I am pleased to mention that I am in the Functions Committee, which is under Yifang, organising several activities for next year of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was selected to be AIC for next year's 101 during the orientation week. Hahah! It sounds all fun and stuff. I guess I have to assist Audry (name may not be correct, I forgot!)? And NACLI camp is gonna be another fun thong, I think. I heard the food there is deliciously drool-achiever. *ahem* mind your weight, Demas... *ahem ahem* Sian -_-&lt;br /&gt;Getting report book tomorrow, which is the date for collection of money too! I'm quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read C. Jane's edited post and once again, I almost died. TOUCHING seh! My impromptu speech today was kinda sad. But I was interrupted thrice. THRICE -- thanks to Mrs Chan, Mr Neo and that freaking Thumbprint thingy?! But I guess it might have been a blessing in disguise. Cos each of it - er - sort of had me hold back my holy tears. And yes, my tears are HOLY water. Muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would appreciate if Iqbal, Crystal and See Woon send me the photos as soon as possible. No problem, I will bring my digicam tomorrow! I also urge people to post a few words on the class blog to leave the last collection of memories before school ends with a fullstop. Ha! Nice... Campfire tomorrow, last moment in that campus before another 2 years. Happy and sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now.. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:03PM&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/29235801-116186481928398807?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116186481928398807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116186481928398807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116186481928398807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116186481928398807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/nicest-wallpaper.html' title='Nicest wallpaper'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116177733864180261</id><published>2006-10-25T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:43:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall copy CJane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th October 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall copy C.Jane's style of writing the post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on some o3 members that created an impact on my life at the very start of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BENJAMIN.&lt;/strong&gt; He's my first ever friend in BPGHS. But I think we were too selfish to understand each other then. It ended up me being pushed right back to the class (I wanted that since we didn't like each other much at that time). This is super ironic - at one point I wanted to be friends with him, but at another point I still behaved like a bitch. Terrible, isn't it? I guess we had loads of misunderstandings. Yes, loads of them. Stubborn to give in, and all. That in turn leads to more regrets in life. Maybe someday (if we ever get into the same stream class along with Aihua and Weijie), I would treasure him better as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEFFERSON&lt;/strong&gt;. Till today, I still laugh at the part when we wanted to perform on stage! Omg, luckily I said no in the end or we will be like embarrassing ourselves?! On the first day of school, I was sitting alone so I decided to ask him to be my company and he agreed. He started turning crazy and recited lots of mathematical equations OR he would carry a maths book and alway seems to be engrossed in solving problems. I won't forget that. To him: And thank you, Maths Genius, for always last-minute helping me during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIYUAN&lt;/strong&gt;. And so I went right back to classroom, and there, my newly-found friend. Rich, and being proud sometimes, but I still believe he's faithful to his friends. And he always feign a blur look, but deep down I know that he's actually smart and observant. I cannot say we are really close then, but I started out by drawing on his books (to which the irritating Benjamin came and threatened that he would tell Mr Neo to switch places! That was not nice of course). I don't think he minded me drawing on his books and what I find most laughable is that he always shows a hand gesture and says "I will kill you" when I irritate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUOHUA&lt;/strong&gt;. Once, she tried to seek attention during Ms Camela's lesson by shouting "OH MY!" to which I laughed so hard that I was choking. Couldn't believe it. She seems eccentric, but nice to talk to actually. Though we never really know each other, it was the rumour about me liking her that continued my teasing! This, in turn, leads to me starting to seek attention by replacing her as the Genius. Lol! Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVIEN&lt;/strong&gt;. Didn't really like her in the beginning. Not plain dislike, just thought that she didn't fit to be chairman then (not denying it). In any case, Benjamin's constant complaints to Crystal about Vivien intensified the opposition within me. Even so, once, twice, thrice, she proved herself as the best chair&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;man ever, ever. She would do almost anything for the class and wanted a good reputation (thus the promises she keep to teachers). She's one of the few people I have most respect for actually. Singing is her forte, and I would really enjoy singing with you again, during these two days, Vivien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/strong&gt;. Smart as she is, she was actually nice to talk to. I think she's sensitive to her surroundings and people. I was actually like so unhappy over my results that time, but she cheered me up I believe? And asked me to work harder. But as time passed, I thought she enjoyed screaming. Not really though, she just wants to keep the class silent. It's been a help to Vivien Gan afterall. And not forgetting she's our all-star TSG aka Triple Science Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.JANE&lt;/strong&gt;. Puzzled? I was. Cos she was constantly crying after reading personal letters. Must be her love-life? Oh whatever. I love reading her essays, they are very nice. Initially I thought she was those kind of guai kia cos she appeared very VERY quiet when she sat with Crystal. I guess she proved me wrong by wearing folded and short skirts. LMAO! But anyway, I always love debating and discussing stuffs with her online. She's quite a good listener, and her response is well-anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHYLLIS&lt;/strong&gt;. Her devil horns sprouted out when I went to the back and sat with Shi Yuan. She started to spray water (Wan Ting too!) with the Nike water bottle and most of the times, I was splashed and drenched because ShiYuan really knows how to dodge. She's quite a playful girl and was constantly playing and having fun at the back corner. A bad point is that she was damn freaking noisy cos she was always bursting into fits of laughter with Wan Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that is all I remember for the period when I first came into BPGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change as time moves on. Vivien's personal message currently reads: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, 2 days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Think she wants to drown me in thoughts again! Terrible terrible. Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on with life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:45PM&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/29235801-116177733864180261?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116177733864180261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116177733864180261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116177733864180261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116177733864180261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/shall-copy-cjane.html' title='Shall copy CJane.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116174937538326322</id><published>2006-10-25T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:44:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Wang passed away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th October 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DLSS principal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this came as a piece of shocking news, considering she's so active at her age when she's principal for a few years. Yet, amidst all the happy endings and occurences, such a sad thing can happen. I received information from Fiona that yes, Mrs Wang had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delasalle.moe.edu.sg/memories/mrswang.htm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was principal at DLSS when I was still in lower primary, and retired in the year 2004 (same as my graduating year from DLSS). I am not particularly affected by her departure but I guess many people (especially her close ones) are now in an abyss of misery, upon learning this devastating truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must specify that she's the principal who knows how to articulate very well. She never fails to praise people. She always speak to us publicly on our behaviour, core-values, mission, talents, attitude. Inspiring as she is, it was not until primary 5 that I realised she is such an encouraging lady, who stands strong to her views and motivated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so an accident caused her to consider retirement in 2004. Many staffs wanted her to stay, but her son managed to convince her to retire and enjoy life. But she still stood strong and would not give up until the last minute. Never-say-attitude? You bet. It's true, she still upholds De La Salle's reputation till now. It was the last day of school, and she called parents and students, and talked about how much our school has improved throughout the years. She told them more about the school. She didn't want to end without a satisfying fullstop, you see. To this day, I will still remember her saying to us when I was P6, "Lasallians, stand up and sing your school song proud. It is your final chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cared about the students' welfare more than anything else. On the day of collection of PSLE posting-results, she urged us all to dress neatly the following day (to which I was posted to BPGHS), so that it gives the last and fullest memory of DLSS. And there, two years down the road, she passed away peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value her, as one of the most well-regarded person in life. And thank you, Mrs Wang, for nurturing me. May you rest in peace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:59AM&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/29235801-116174937538326322?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116174937538326322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116174937538326322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116174937538326322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116174937538326322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/mrs-wang-passed-away.html' title='Mrs Wang passed away.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116168507551859461</id><published>2006-10-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:46:09.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't blog for 3 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th October 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad record: Did not blog for two days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Excuse?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to attend to class chalet matters! No time to blog leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay lor, forgive you! You know 96 people missed your posts!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I read the posts by Wei Li, and something shook me real bad: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i choose triple, the more i will lose more friends within life sciences and physicals. and vice versa for physicals. why should i make this terrible choice when we knew that, in any sense or logic, when you choose something, you will lose something. simliarly, if we do the other way round, we would still need to drop something in order to do the things successfully. i dont want it to be either this or that.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It hit me hard in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later found out from Weili's nick that he chose Physical Science, and that his personal message read: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i wish i would not need to make such a painful choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I must specify that, he could, if he wanted to, jolly well choose Triple Science and no one would blame him. But I guess he chose Physical in the end because more of the people in his class are going Triple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: o2's blog is &lt;a href="http://www.o2wisties.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.o2wisties.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;; excessively-emotional people should not enter - I was seriously affected by the posts. Vivien also! And there are only like how many boys wanting to go Triple? Benjamin, Keith, Wei Jie and me only. *Sigh* There are more girls of course: Chien Siew, Puo Hua, Ai Hua, Joyce, Vivien and See Woon. 10 people want to go and the probability of us ending up in the same class together is almost 0. zZz... I just hope at least a handful enter the same class as me, if not 38 people will miss me real bad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I had confirmed my desired combination, and already sent my options @ e-School. Haiz, so anti-climax. I just want to say: I love 203 WHOOSH, and I posted on class blog, go read if you want: &lt;a href="http://www.o3ians.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.o3ians.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Major&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; digression: I just had a nightmare in the morning. It's not really a nightmare though, on second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Aihua dancing around with the report book in her hands. I don't think she's that hyperactive in reality. Nevertheless, she was screaming and yelling. I gathered that it was time to collect our report books. And so... Jefferson... Zhe Hao... Demas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself a bit, knowing that I got like 2nd in class, and went to Mr Neo to collect it. Enthusiastic, I eagerly flipped to the last updated slip, wanting to see my column of eight As. To my utter dismay, however, I failed two subjects - HCL and DnT. I got like 38 and 34 for HCL and DnT respectively. That was no good. I checked if it was really my report book - yes, Koh Sheng Wei Demas, clearly stated on it. Trembling uncontrollably, I quickly went up to Mr Neo, and asked him why I got such lousy marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied that I had failed to hand in a HCL project for SA2, which is like totally nonsensical because there weren't any projects for SA. But in that dream, I actually believed him. I believed him, for whatever reason! I wanted to look for Mr Liw about my DnT, but thought that he must have hated me, thus that kind of marks. I told myself, "Aiya, nothing one lar, they are counting top 8 subjects mah..." in a trying-my-best-to-act-strong tone (which obviously failed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to flip again, but realised that the Report slip didn't state Geography and Home Economics! Let me specify, that these 2 subjects are like my top among the 10!? And they didn't include it? That's uber funny okay, but scary in that dream. Wow, I thought. My usual subjects that should have been A1s (aka History, Literature, Science and Maths) were reduced to 60+. I was traumatically shocked! My class position was 39th I think, and my total score was a cruel 400+/800. Worst part is HCL, which is supposed to be 62, became 38!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to cry! I started screaming and shouting here and there. And everyone started to leave (no good no good). I hoped people come and comfort me (o3 so heartless meh? No lar!). I was left stranded alone and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of a sudden, I woke up. Perspiring badly all over, with my heart palpitating. And everything ended - a huge surge of relief literally circulated through my entire body! No joke. But I was subconscious then, half of me still had the dream within my mind, the other half knew that the details were not real. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not kidding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! As in, the dream is still continuing, but I knew it's all fake! Subconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream is not nice at all lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; digression: I was just packing my stuffs and threw away many books and worksheets. The feeling was quite shiok of course. But I decided to keep my Sec 2 work cos something tells me that I still need them. Yeah, I agree (mumbling; and when I say I agree, I mean that I agree with what I had said). Oh yes, my dad has agreed to a computer! All mine! Smiling to myself* Hahaha! Niceness of scoring well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Jun, Claris and Hui Jin demand a treat from me. The reason being they have helped me in my studies so that I could have achieved results I didn't even dream of. That's partially true, because they had contributed 30% to my achievement. I'm grateful of course, and I shall treat them to a drink in the school canteen. LOL, just kidding. But I'm not revealing the venue, in case some of you drool with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30+ people are turning up for the chalet. I think Benjamin is gonna brief you guys on the details on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just started watching Princess Hours aka Goong, and I think it's quite nice! Korean dramas have significantly improved alot I guess! The story plot is great. And the actors and actresses are all very pretty and good-looking. Yup yup. =D Apparently, I don't know what to plan for the rest of the holidays. But the first two weeks of November are packed (see below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Oct: Visit to holding site (councillor)&lt;br /&gt;1st &amp; 2nd Nov: Personal Grooming (councillor)&lt;br /&gt;1st-3rd Nov: Class chalet&lt;br /&gt;6th-8th Nov: NACLI camp (councillor)&lt;br /&gt;10th Nov: YEAH! councillor meeting&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov: American Maths Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clashed for counz course and chalet. Not very happy with it. I must specially thank Kai Jun, BenWang, Xiao Hua, See Woon and Vivien for helping out! Wouldn't have managed it without you guys :) Thanks a tad lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days. Treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Photos soon! SOON! Stop hurrying me. Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30PM&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/29235801-116168507551859461?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116168507551859461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116168507551859461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116168507551859461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116168507551859461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-didnt-blog-for-3-days.html' title='I didn&apos;t blog for 3 days!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116138747675723448</id><published>2006-10-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:49:08.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st October 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's okay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good experience for Nizam and Shafiq right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness overpowered them I guess, but still, they are our idols! As they are currently too&lt;strong&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/strong&gt;, they would like to thank the people who supported them! Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I guess too much publicity is not really good afterall. I can't bitch nor rant as I like. When I blog, I am constantly worrying about the bunch of people reading my post. But at the same time, I wouldn't want a private blog -- sounds so fake. What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;private blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Go have a diary please! I quote C. Jane: If you really want to keep things private, then all you need is a sketchpad and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her quotes. So it will still resolve into me bitching more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also &lt;strong&gt;OVERLY&lt;/strong&gt;- satisfied with my results, cos I got 2nd in class! Totally unexpected + a pleasant surprise. I thought I would get 11th or something!? I mean, seriously, look at my HCL. Extremely disappointed lar. I am being contradictory: At one point I'm happy with my overall score -- at another point I'm not pleased with my HCL. I am lucky, because they counted top 8 subjects, which is a joy for me, because my top 8 subjects are all As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: I remembered myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sulking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I received back paper 2. It was not even an A2. When I later learnt my oral marks, I wasn't happy. But God blessed me, cos I managed to top EL paper 1! I think blogging does help in your writing for me. &lt;strong&gt;FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;. If you disagree, it's not my problem. My overall score is a nice 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL: Failed my paper 2 by 2 marks. Yay! I stayed strong and didn't cry. When I first calculated my SA2, it was 53 marks. I was like - &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; diao le. But goodness! I didn't add in my oral marks! So it shot up to 60. My overall score is 62 - Lowest mark for appeal. Ya whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths: I think my maths mark was increasing steadily that I failed to realise. From 67 (CA1), it went to 78 (SA1), and I was shocked to learn I got 85 (CA2), and it rose to 87 (SA2). Overall score morphed from 73.9 to 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: Feeling all happy after receiving my Bio and Physics marks, I did pretty badly for Chemistry section. But I managed an A1 of 76. Overall score is 78 (CA helped of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: As usual, I was initially happy with my "Remember Me?" (21/25) but "Thirteen" turned out to be a disappointment (18/25). My SA2 score is 78, and I topped the class for Lit with a 79. Take note: The overall score was 78.1, but like I have hoped for, they would round up any decimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Arts: I was feeling very frustrated with the sickening logogram. I remember that I was so packed with activities that I only did the drafts on the day before we hand in. Goodness! I drew logos for NTUC, which were, honestly, not nice at all. But when I was asked to distribute the art pieces, I was like damn freaking happy cos I got 70! Overall score is also 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: I wasn't really happy with my MCQ (29/35). When I received back my Section D, I was smiling like anything, because I got 51/60. I got 85 for SA2 and am happy to get 86 for overall cos I topped again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: Vague memory, but I wasn't too happy with my paper (61.5/80). My project pulled me up to 81. In the end - 85. Hwee Tian told me she got 93. Oh well done. She likes History too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics: No elaboration, love the cooking test loads. Got 34/40 for paper. Think we got 52/60 for practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT: 63. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 79.5&lt;br /&gt;Level Position: 10/270 &lt;&lt;&lt; !!! Chien Siew was first, as expected. And she had to &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt; me of course: "I accidentally won you." -.- Haha, she has a great sense of humour. And I must really treat her to something, cos she was the one who lent me her Science notes! But there was a huge difference between my score and her score - 76 and 91. Nonetheless, I scraped the lowest A1 you can ever imagine! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad said that if I were able to get into top 10%, he will add an extra $100! So in total, it is $1020. Shall urge him to buy me a computer. :) I prefer a laptop though, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But CS told me that I might struggle next year if I take Triple Science. It's true - I have no apparent talents in Science; have never got a 90+ in Science unless you count the primary school stuffs and I am already a school councillor+ YEAH! councillor. Therefore, without serious time management, I might as well go for Double Science. But I'm still choosing Triple, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news btw, I will be joining you guys at chalet on the first day. That means - I can BBQ with you all! o3 whoosh &lt;33.&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:31PM&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/29235801-116138747675723448?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116138747675723448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116138747675723448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116138747675723448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116138747675723448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116125224391142391</id><published>2006-10-19T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:52:03.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big big sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th October 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big big sorry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've promised you the photos. But God knows what is up with Blogger now, for I can't seem to upload my photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm not trying. And I have to touch up on my IPW powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me a few more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must support Nizam and Shafiq tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, go do something fun or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/Edit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my overall scores for respective subject, as in, CA+SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 70&lt;br /&gt;HCL: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;62&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Laugh all you want, I am still appealing)&lt;br /&gt;Maths: 82&lt;br /&gt;Science: 78&lt;br /&gt;History: 85&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 86 (LOL, it's higher than history?!)&lt;br /&gt;DnT: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;63&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Whatever)&lt;br /&gt;Visual Arts: 70&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics: -&lt;br /&gt;Literature: - (Hope I can get A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm getting any Cs. I am relieved. Extremely relieved. And yes, I know I am like the lowest score to appeal for HCL. I don't care, I really want to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go like, "Wow Demas, you won't be able to do it lar." I hope you contract random skin cancer and cataract. Yeah la I am evil, but I cannot stand demoralisers (if there's such a word anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that they count top 8 subjects, cos something tells me I won't get a B for Literature / Home Economics. Over-confident? Yeah I am. :):) If everything goes on smoothly, I will be able to get 8As -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A1 and 2 A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me, for each A1, he will give me 10 bucks; for A2 5 bucks and for B3 and below, he will knock off $25. So I think I'm gonna get like only $20? He then told me that for class position, it will start from $1000 for 1st position, and minus $100 off after every increase in position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if I get 4th position (impossible lar), he will like minus $300 from $1000, and I get $700. So I die-die also want to squeeze inside top 10. Damn I love money money. I also like to hum the Band tune "Money money money" cos I lack of Vitamin&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; recently. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I won't be able to get in top 10 lar, considering the below people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - Chien Siew&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Kai Jun&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Crystal&lt;br /&gt;4th - See Woon&lt;br /&gt;5th - Jane&lt;br /&gt;6th - Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;7th - Joyce&lt;br /&gt;8th - Vivien&lt;br /&gt;9th - Aihua&lt;br /&gt;10th - Wei Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm kicked out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, gonna carry on with IPW le, talk tomorrow (if you want to anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Above ranking is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;&lt;&lt; read this word!) opinion, so if you want to disagree with me, my opinion will not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:55PM&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/29235801-116125224391142391?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116125224391142391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116125224391142391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116125224391142391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116125224391142391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-big-sorry.html' title='Big big sorry'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116108492159152508</id><published>2006-10-17T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:53:35.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring the coolest guys you have ever seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th October 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Featuring the coolest guys you have ever seen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/poster(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/poster%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Glamorous work solely done by Crystal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hear you saying, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMFG they are so damn cute!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among so many many people who went for the audition, only ten surfaced. TEN, mind you. And 203 is proud to present two students who got in! So it's like we got 20% chance of winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have singing talents! Unfortunately, I disapprove of them singing in class during exam period because I was &lt;em&gt;wayyyy&lt;/em&gt; irritated by their voices. So I would "SHHH!" at them. But it seems they are like getting pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the two of them are gonna show their best singing talents on stage this friday. It will definitely bring us cheering for them! Shiok. And I think numerous girls are attracted to them. LOL, which is a joy of course, but Shafiq shall remain faithful to Jane. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine them, dressed in ridiculously charming outfits, and them smiling and pointing their finger at you! It's gonna like mesmerise 231028902183083 girls. So how!? This is your only opportunity to support them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have qualified for the singing criteria and not bad-looking and... appealing to the girls. Of course, guys don't get too jealous, cos you must vote for them too! Damn I love this jealousy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, you can simply buy a voting slip at minimal price of $1, and toss it into the cans labelled &lt;em&gt;Nizam&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Shafiq&lt;/em&gt;. That's nice and wonderful of course. Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, if you think I am overly- praising them, just watch them on friday. Prepare something like shades to prevent the electricity from entering your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I know! I know! The chalet photos and today's cam-whore will be up soon. Be patient :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:27PM&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/29235801-116108492159152508?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116108492159152508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116108492159152508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116108492159152508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116108492159152508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/featuring-coolest-guys-you-have-ever.html' title='Featuring the coolest guys you have ever seen.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116092104353001215</id><published>2006-10-15T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:54:41.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th October 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course no photos today larh, you think I God ah! Super&lt;strong&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/strong&gt; already... man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to summarise it all, it is Escape Theme Park, Wild Wild Wet, BBQ and more! Plus maybe more cam-whores tomorrow with classmates! &lt;3 everyone. Eh, and plus some self-indulge photos *Constant blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;892 people missed me! Just because I wasn't online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, come back tomorrow though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:59PM&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/29235801-116092104353001215?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116092104353001215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116092104353001215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116092104353001215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116092104353001215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='RANDOM!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116079259230074545</id><published>2006-10-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:55:44.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I finally understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th October 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I finally understand,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 201 people are actually not making me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; angry (there are some though, like for example, the female cheerleader jumping around in front of Vivien, and saying "We will definitely win" during Cheering comp). Instead, there is this bunch of retards who are creating spite within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these people, seeing that my blog is the most famous in the level, seized this opportunity to spark off anger. This is definitely, known as, &lt;strong&gt;scheming&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;despicable&lt;/strong&gt;. I take pride that people are enjoying to read my blog, however, if you choose to behave like a senile old man, leave. Pervailes.blogspot.com is an interest-read for everyone except stupid people. Sad, but true. The author, kindly known as &lt;em&gt;Demas&lt;/em&gt;, hates stupid people you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this group of cb people, will add salt to wound. Not bad eh? They are evil and gruesome because they want to rub it in, making my impression of 201 even worse. Yet, admist all the dumb outsiders trying to create more hatred, I have failed to realise that these are the people who are then SOLELY responsible for my posts almost two months ago. That, I must really and truly apologise to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; SOME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I said some, cos there are others who are ridiculous as well) of them, for being such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just terribly annoyed also, when people impersonated others, because I will curse them to hell. Therefore, we now have this equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impersonation + Rubbing in --&gt; More hatred within me towards 201&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WRONG, the last part of the equation will not surface anymore, because now I know I shouldn't give these bunch of stupid retards the limelight, and witness my bitching about 201. I swear, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this will not happen anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after my post on the Class Tee pictures, this tag appeared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/knn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/knn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My assumption is that this person is not 201, which I hope is correct. And also, this person has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERFECT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grammar. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tagger impersonated my friend, Vivien, who also happens to be the chairman I have most respect for. For that, the person, be warned, not to reveal yourself because you will not enjoy being infamous on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this person, thinking that I am still the muddle-headed person, posted thrice. THRICE, hoping that I will, once again, go and randomly criticise 201 or their class tee. Nah... you think too lowly of me, if I find something nice, I will say it's nice, if I don't, then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I have seen 201's class tee before, and I think it is not bad. Graffiti of "Crash Course" embroided on the Orange shirt? In my opinion, it is quite nice (no faking here, nice means nice). HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice as 201's class tee might be, what gave you the right to comment on 203's class tee? AND ALSO, GO AROUND AND COMPARE OURS AND THEIRS? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unacceptable. "201 has the best class tee" Wah lao eh, so what? That is none of my business hao bu hao? Ni bai chi ah, ni xi huan ta men de, jiu xi huan ba, gan ma zhe wo men xia qu? Zhen shi bai chi! Yes yes, theirs may be nicer than ours, ah huh - THEN?! THEN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why there must be a comparison, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theirs is nicer, so be it. We don't need an outsider like you to come and comment. It irks me so much that people are trying to RUB IT IN and make me angry. Sometimes people cannot use their brains and think one, and worse, this person even impersonated Vivien. Wah someone please go and castrate him please! No father's day for you, see how you comment next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what's wrong with you. If you think comparing and worsening the bad-enough relationship is good for you, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, you have no brains, you have nothing in your head. The eyes and other facial features are all superficial. If a doctor were to cut open your head, there will be nothing inside. But I strongly discourage such thing, cos anything accidentally enters your head, it will be bloated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's right, your head contains vacuum. If you don't believe me, go and scan your brain with X-ray. Eh no, it will destroy all the minimal brain cells you have, so I advise ultrasound since it is more safe. NO WAIT, sound cannot travel through vacuum, so sorry, you still have to go for X-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you eventually realise that you have no brains indeed, don't cry, and don't blame me. You are allowed to apologise to us of course. Okay fine, maybe you still have some pea-brains left, but a giant tumour will be infested in it, no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, from now on, if outsiders do the same thing, I will not be affected and post on 201. Surprising it might be (since I am such a bitch and people keep saying I go against them), I don't want anymore sour relationships between me and them. And also, I don't care what the 201 say about this, and I won't want to know too. I just want to say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is all these outsiders making comparisons that misleaded me to think that they are the bad ones, and yes, it is partly my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pack my stuffs for chalet now, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:12AM&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/29235801-116079259230074545?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116079259230074545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116079259230074545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116079259230074545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116079259230074545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-i-finally-understand.html' title='Now I finally understand.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116069885835071289</id><published>2006-10-13T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:06:59.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises that non-geniuses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;13th October 2006, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Praises that non-geniuses are unable to define!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I found at &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hweetian.blogspot.com"&gt;Hwee Tian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'s blog (Aihua's friend):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/praiseseverywhere.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/praiseseverywhere.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what she is talking about, kindly visit &lt;a href="http://www.appledrive.blogspot.com"&gt;www.appledrive.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (Someone impersonated her). But I got things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/praiseseverywhere2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/praiseseverywhere2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red-underlined parts are certainly untrue. Only the highlighted part is true! Don't believe her, cos she has some bewitching charms I heard. LOL, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Aihua said I like her. If possible, I would really want to slap Aihua 700 times. I don't like her, for goodness' sake. She has enough being tied down to two suitors. TWO some more. Opps, did I just reveal anything I shouldn't?! In any case, I don't like her. (However, on the account that Aihua is quite helpful, I will forgive her and not slap her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS PART IS DELETED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Names deleted to protect their identities. I hate absurd privacy issues hor. Ridiculous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie and Wei Jie are dwelling ON and ON that I like Janice and Puo Hua. Wah, FOUR AT ONE GO AH? I am not that strong leh. These two no excuse hor, they need to be slapped by Aihua and Regina respectively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziness of rumours. The next one who spread rumours about me, shall be extremely infamous on my glamorous blog! YAY! Damn the evilness, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Candice's house there to play badminton! And I will be going on a chalet tomorrow to celebrate my grandpa's birthday. Think it is at Downtown East? Remind me to charge my digicam, must post a truckload of photos on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg now and sleep, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: The above-mentioned people didn't piss me off lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:10AM&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/29235801-116069885835071289?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116069885835071289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116069885835071289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116069885835071289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116069885835071289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/praises-that-non-geniuses.html' title='Praises that non-geniuses...'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116063235519557415</id><published>2006-10-12T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:07:31.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th October 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for me to enjoy after exams, I fall ill. Especially when the time has arrived for me to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends, I won't be able to join you... Enjoy yourself, while I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOI! HEY! TOUCHWOOD!!! I am not going to die lar, but I am having sore throat and headache, which are not nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cough and massage my forehead randomly. Goodness, I can't see why something sway like this can happen to me, ME!! I bet the boys are playing soccer now... Freakingness of a sick person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:43PM&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/29235801-116063235519557415?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116063235519557415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116063235519557415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116063235519557415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116063235519557415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116061894646027895</id><published>2006-10-12T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:08:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th October 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class tee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm so nice to help you all collect, and take photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit plain but still acceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up view on our class logo! DAMN CHIO CAN?! I so&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the class logo! Think William drew it and Phyllis digital-imaged it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back-view! I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the Chinese font, like calligraphy formatted?! And I also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the 203 WHOOSH font. I love the inverted star as well. On the whole, I love everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know such marvellous chinese font exists in the cyberspace. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203 WHOOSH! Oh yeah, Anthony didn't use lime green. He and William said the same thing you know?! Something like: If use lime green on black, the effect will not be nice. So I asked him to use the green closest to lime green. Hope you all won't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazingly inverted star! I made the star :) Okay, ready for the most exciting part on the T-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSCN1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSCN1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is non-advertorial though I sound like persuading you people to buy -.- But anyway, distributing them on Monday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:59AM&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/29235801-116061894646027895?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116061894646027895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116061894646027895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116061894646027895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116061894646027895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/class-tee.html' title='Class tee'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116057881831922437</id><published>2006-10-11T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:10:00.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major BlogAd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th October 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major BlogAd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble attempt to make this blog more famous, I am advertising to the whole Express level. The classes are namely: 202, 204, 205, 206, 207.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two classes are excluded of course, cos no advertisement is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my tag shall be: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi! From o3, and you can link me @ Pervailes.blogspot.com. I will soon be your favourite blogger, no problem! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, that is a very nice tag. Oh, how shameless can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I am just kidding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Who believed me? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to watch a movie with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ren Jie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zhe Hao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siew Yuan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hui Jin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad leh, 3 boys and 2 girls. (Note: Names in red are females). Okay this is another joke, actually I found out that Siew Yuan is a boy. Yes yes, after 1 year and 10 months right? But he is really a boy! Though he shows signs of infatuation towards Chien Siew jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was excellent. But the disappointing is... I forgot the movie's name. I don't even know what they were watching when I reached there. Ridiculous right?! But it involves Chen Long and Gu Tian Le saving a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freakingly funny show! MUST WATCH. I laughed till I accidentally hit Shi Yuan twice (explains how clumsy I am too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after the movie, the four boys went to ... arcade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes... of all places... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arcade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Haiz... So Hui Jin and I decided to go KFC. Okay fine, I decided. YES yes, stop things like, "Wah kao, you so fat liao still eat meh?" Excuse me, but how do I resist the plain smell of the tender and juicy chicken? HOW? That is impossible of course, cos we all know that Demas loves going on a food binge after exams. *Stares incredulously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the two of us went to the library (and they went home in less than half an hour! What shit!) And she was helping me find a book to read. William came some time later, after his Art Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to collect the Class Tee from Anthony too! I think it looks okay :) 03 people can criticise all you want. Cos I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, if you don't belong to o3, and you dare to criticise, I will show you lim peh's attitude. I will show you my best temper ever. And good luck too, cos I will blog about you. No, I am not threatening you, just giving you attention. Oh, I am a biased kid, no doubt. There, that's for not ordering and making noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will receive it on Monday of course. The Distributor of Honour is Demas Koh. :D And if you are Hong Xun or Alison reading this, tell me if you wanna buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be the mascot and try out the tee! On second thoughts, no... too lazy to move (explains my obesity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a double post today. Coolness. Bonus gift after exams, hahaa. And also to gain back ALL my readers. Remember, by November, it's supposed to be 200 visits per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Photolog on monday, along with a series of self-cam-whore and with classmates. Do hop back and see how handsome/ pretty we all are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:51PM &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/29235801-116057881831922437?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116057881831922437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116057881831922437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116057881831922437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116057881831922437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/major-blogad.html' title='Major BlogAd'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116053299025505478</id><published>2006-10-11T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:10:35.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart goes THUMP-THUMP-THUMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th October 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worried sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THUMP-THUMP-THUMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is a very personal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is the release of exam results! I agree with Crystal that it is like a verdict. A verdict indicating which class we are destined to go to. A sudden plunge in my grades can mean that my aim for Triple Science will be shattered to a zillion pieces. Oh, did I mention, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I failed to meet the requirements, I will still appeal no matter what. Since you know now, don't go like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Demas really doesn't know his limits, so shameless to go and appeal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Won't even affect me the least bit. That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; aim anyway, why do you bother so much?! I am now relying on Art, Literature and Home Economics to save my overall score. Yeah la, yeah la, all these unimportant subjects right? WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just worried about the results la! English, Maths, Science, HMT and Geography. The plain thoughts are killing me. I wish I had worked harder the other time. Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should really enjoy myself until the day of collecting my report book. Chien Siew just told me on msn: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exams over le i cant help it even if i worry about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, everything is fixed and we can't change anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm bored now, I shall show you Keith's...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;("DICK?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) No...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;("GIRLFRIEND?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) No...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;("BOYFRIEND?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) NOO!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;("BALLS?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Oh, NO.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;("THEN WHAT?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) It is...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;his Maple character (equipped with my photoshop skills + programme's amazing ripple effect!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imgdump.net/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted by ImgDump.net" src="http://ser8.imgdump.net/images/10102006/s8_921c887e4f4368b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/yeus.0.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY KEITH'S BLOG CAN SEE ANIMATION WHILE MINE CAN'T!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AHHH, NEED CODE LA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chio!&lt;/span&gt; :) It's gonna be his siggy I think. Bwahahahahaha. Anyway, he is level 50+ le wor. Bahh! I don't play Maple anymore. Believe it or not - if you want to be like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in the past), who always didn't trust me and thought I was playing all night, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Name changed to protect his identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG now, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:10AM&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/29235801-116053299025505478?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116053299025505478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116053299025505478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116053299025505478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116053299025505478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-heart-goes-thump-thump-thump.html' title='My heart goes THUMP-THUMP-THUMP'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116047720479970796</id><published>2006-10-10T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:11:04.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th October 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with exams over, I can concentrate on other things like... being a more responsible H.O.F =X Cos during exam period I totally neglected about the chalet thing lar. I am really sorry, but do understand my situation! But anyway, Phyllis and I are booking mid- December. And since nobody disagreed in class upon my thrice confirmations, that shall be it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MATHS paper II was surprisingly easier than expected! And guess what? The paper has no questions on graphs! LOL. I sniggered for a while after flipping through. The reason being people were all trying their best to finish&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; graph questions of past year papers in class, while I was idling around and attracting attention. And I am hereby announcing that:&lt;br /&gt;I did not attempt any one of the graph questions. Think lady luck must have been with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was half-hoping the paper won't have any graph questions. And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voila&lt;/span&gt;! It came true. As I turned to the last page (which happened to be question on VOLUME!), I was almost heaving a sigh of relief. =D I think I did okay though, cos of the sickening question on&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; proportions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's always proportions one lah =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got A2 for English CA (surprised, thought would be a B3 or something) and I didn't expect myself to get A1 for Literature &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am happy of course, managed to get 3rd for Lit! Tied with Chien Siew some more. All thanks to Mirror Mirror. Hui Jin and I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21/25&lt;/span&gt; for that essay. Hui Jin was the one who stayed by my side and we brainstormed all the ideas (although she had to leave for DMC early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am so particular about Literature leh. I think I like Literature alot, though the specific preference is Shakespeare's plays rather than poetry. I am aiming vair vair (learnt this word from Cjane's blog) high for Lit SA2. Actually not high at all, it's just 75. Hope that I can reach this target! *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting History, I also like it loads. Though I only got 85 for combined marks... I am still taking it next year! *Cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGRESSION~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;Kbox&lt;/em&gt; with Fan Wei, Chun Yueh, Josephine, Keith, Crystal and Wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Fan Wei sings. !!! Not bad leh, for Jay Chou's songs. The sad thing is that I have sore throat, but still sang anyway XD. Crystal was also quite good. Josephine didn't sing much, think it's because of awkwardness. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: We enjoyed ourselves alot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A twinge of regret cos I didn't bring my digicam. I intended to, but ... well people just tend to forget things easily. Okay, people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect another invitaton to Kbox this friday, with other friends. Damn, I am such a bitch on my blog - I insult people, I always show pissy attitude to others and I always display signs of intolerance. (I even received hatemails the other time). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet, among all these terrible things, I still have great classmates and friends! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go photoshop my other photos. Photologging soon! Catch it while you are alive : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Just hopped over to Vivien's blog and once again, another passer-by tried to be extremely experienced and gave her "advice" on the streaming thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/dumbnessperse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/dumbnessperse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH WOAH WOAH, hold it dude! Oh, you mean, if you have decided your future path (which is unlikely, will continue on this later), there is no need to take Triple science? Wah, how dumb can this get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is going to be an engineer, that means he should only take Physical science, and drop Biology even if he has the ability to do so. Cannot believe this. Bullshit-ness 88%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, take note here, how can a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fourteen-year-old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decide his/her destiny so early?! Wah, if I want to be this, then I grow up surely will become one lah. Sorry, this will not happen in reality. Be more practical please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN IF - IF - the above-mentioned person really becomes an engineer, means that he does not need to know fields of Biology? HUH?! Do I sense stupidity or what? I didn't know there is a "fixed" limit to the knowledge you are permitted to know. Kinda laughable. Oh, so now you mean, a doctor CANNOT know any knowledge on Physics?! Wah, nice thinking - but it does not make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passer-by sound like, "Oh, since you know what you want to become in future, don't need take triple of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YOU WILL SURELY BECOME WHAT YOU WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the words in red. Not bad leh, hor? Like - THIS WILL DEFINITELY HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "wasting spot" pissed me off too. Excuse me, but this is a competitive ground. Those who can make it, IN. Those who can't, sorry, OUT. Cruel? This is how it functions, we can't help it. Oh, so now Vivien is supposed to sacrifice her education, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for other people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if they were sweets, then yes fine, she can be selfless and give to other people. BUT EDUCATION? Something so vital, something that is accompanying her maybe throughout her life? Expect to give up for other people? I would say - Dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hate this people acting all experienced and giving all those supposedly grandfather-like advice. If something like that happen to me, I would ask him/her to shut up, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I decide for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who failed to understand what I mean, I am in no mood to further enlighten you. That's it, cannot understand then don't make comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:37PM&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/29235801-116047720479970796?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116047720479970796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116047720479970796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116047720479970796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116047720479970796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/great.html' title='Great!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116038228105320676</id><published>2006-10-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:05:21.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, I am still blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th October 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to blogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about Vivien's martial status (though she very well revealed that she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; want to get married and also - *ahem* - her lifetime goal is to concieve two adorable children!)? With who ah? Mystery... but I think it's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chun Yueh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, did I say anything?! No I didn't. Okay, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neeeext&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, when the Science exam was over, felt so much relaxed. And Nizam was shaking his... Eh no he wasn't, he was just yelling in joy. Suddenly there is no more subject which needs revision. Chemistry was expectedly easy. Biology and Physics were okay, though I lost marks here and there. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I am still aiming for A1 for Science. This is getting more and more laughable. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before the exam, Vivien aka 203 Chairman asked the class for people interested in Economics. I think there were at least 10! OMG. I really want to puke my pancreatic juices out. BEHOLD, for 203 has high producitivy in nurturing the most highly-regarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUSINESSMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA. Economics help you to learn more about the market, even help you gain knowledge of trading and yada yada. True. But sorry, lim peh has no apparent interest in becoming a... &lt;em&gt;businessman&lt;/em&gt;, much less a geographer (aka rock-starorer). *Rock-starorer is the same as a person who stares at rocks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand why the school is so particular about ECONS. Oh must go for interview. Cannot take if you have no B3 in Maths and English. Wah, must have at least 20 students (though I think it's more) to start a class. On the whole, they make Econs sound more special than Geog/History, which is totally ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Economics students :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was. Home Economics was a bit too easy -.- Though I must have thought the questions were wisely set. Okay, my aim for it is to get 39/40. And if I ever get 50 for my practical, it will be a whooping 89. And then, with lots of begging and lady luck, I get half a mark more. Through a series of magical conjurements, it will become a &lt;strong&gt;FORMIDABLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt; for Home Economics. Of course, I will get the "Best Subject in Home Ec". Hahaha... Okay, it is a joke! Won't ever dream of getting 90. But to cover up the marks that I lost in DnT (shit-heck 63. Nabeh..), the higher, the better, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the remaining paper of tomorrow is MATHS paper II!!! People reading this should take note that you need to bring your Mathematical set and curve ruler! Failure to do so will result in heavy loss of marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that will be free. Free.. I wonder why I am not really thrilled by this thought. I should be happy... happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Maybe it's that chalet may not be able to book. Omg lah, don't understand why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so reluctant to help us book. zZz! Sorry leh guys, but if really cannot book, make it Sentosa okay. But still must come you know! Try our best to book by this wednesday. TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:47PM&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/29235801-116038228105320676?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116038228105320676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116038228105320676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116038228105320676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116038228105320676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/whatever-i-am-still-blogging.html' title='Whatever, I am still blogging.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116013700942816847</id><published>2006-10-06T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:12:20.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th October 2006, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what Candice said on my tagboard is true - I do have mood swings. *Hides face* Ahhhh! It's like today, actually I knew Wei Jie was just playing but threw a tantrum anyway. But I was really damn pissed and irritated. BAH! Sorry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three more days are the Home Economics and Science exams. I hereby declare that I am not confident for both! Goodnessness. It's like, Home Econs is 40% while Science is 45%. Almost equally important leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think must revise until I die. Ahhhh :) Actually I left Physics only. But I dread to revise it cos I don't understand electricity! Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone will score well! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather lazy now, but gonna study later. Tiredness creeping up and overpowering me - can die of STD (&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;evere &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;iredness &amp; &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;istress). And Wei li (202) had to rub it in, cos he asked if I had gotten my Literature marks. I became so agitated and asked him, "How you know yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he told me haven't given out. WTF. This is unacceptable! It scared me like anything, and I really don't wanna die of shock too early. I also don't want it to affect my mood cos I think this time's Literature gonna be like shit. Omg, the more I think, the more I worry - extremely paranoid seh. But on a side note, think I'm more particular about Literature than any other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;, I don't mind. Lol. Not forgetting I'm aiming for Triplity of complex Science. But if I ever get in, I must work extremely hard cos of juggling 9 subjects in total, and missing the first week of class cos I am in charge of next year's Sec One Orientation along with all other sec 2s. Think can lah, since I'm so bitchy. I meant, kiasu, not bitchy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the best for you guys, won't be blogging till Tuesday (I'm serious this time. I swear upon Vivien's marital status that I won't blog these three days, and if I ever do, Vivien won't get married for life). Yeah, must revise real HARD. Also, remember that I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:07PM&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/29235801-116013700942816847?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116013700942816847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116013700942816847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116013700942816847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116013700942816847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-116004903293005399</id><published>2006-10-05T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:13:19.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>geog sucks big time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th October 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so terribly relieved, cos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post-note: If you like geography alot, sorry, this is not the time for you to read my post. That's the way it is. Oh whatever, you will still read anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shall be the last and only exam in my entire life. But well, to further insult the subject so as 1) attract more attention; 2) anger more people out of thrill and 3) to take this opportunity to blog, I shall post a picticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picticism is a word combination of &lt;em&gt;picture&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; criticism&lt;/em&gt;. It is okay if you don't understand, just scroll down and find out!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/geogsucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/geogsucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject of photo: Demas Koh aka slightly-famous blogger who is extremely happy after a Geography exam. Look at his smile! H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I must really quote Vivien: "After the geography exam, the burden is so much lesser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Humanities, people are calling me Ancient just because I like History. Wah, this I really must argue my way out to show you my genuine intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thinking of the past is a waste of time. We should focus mainly on the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this sentence can only be said by 5 year-olds (and below). If you happen to be 6 and above and blurted out this dumb sentence, you are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since History is not important. GOVERNMENTS CANNOT KEEP PAST RECORDS. BUILDINGS AND MONUMENTS CANNOT PRESERVE, CANNOT! ALSO, OLD CUSTOMS AND TRADITIONS MUST BE QUICKLY CANCELLED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, CANNOT REMEMBER YESTERDAY'S THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total pile of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bullshit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, the size of the computers is equivalent to a big room (believe it or not). So how? We keep records of our advancement so that we can improve. And it worked, babies, it WORKED! Computers are portable now. So we can see history helps us to improve our way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, history induces a mesmerising and amazing feeling of the past world. Why do I say that? Why not I ask you - why do people like to visit Paris? Why do people like to visit the Great Wall of China? And why do people visit random palace ruins/ places which once have wars/ ancient places? There is only one perfect answer to this - because these places are sentimental enough, containing the world-long past stuffs, attracting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time people call me Ancient, I will make sure they don't even utter the word, "Yesterday". They aren't supposed to remember history right? Good for them, since they are continuously looking forwards. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now! Maths paper (I) tomorrow. Goodbye and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Note: It is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; opinion that geography sucks, not yours. I am not imposing my beliefs on you but rather to prove History's worth. If you disagree with anything found on this post, sorry, I won't bother to hear your preaching. Different people = different opinions. I think it sucks, you think it rocks. So? Still none of my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29235801-116004903293005399?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/116004903293005399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=116004903293005399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116004903293005399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/116004903293005399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/geog-sucks-big-time.html' title='geog sucks big time'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115979983326936215</id><published>2006-10-02T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:14:18.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HCL - down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd October 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whoever thought of upgrading CHINESE to a higher level,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be executed IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of Singapore's very own education system, there was no such thing like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese Language. However, some very unwise ministers thought of this very idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already imagine the scenario of a meeting of high-ranking ministers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: .... It is because we have changed most of the schools to English-medium standards, that students are beginning to, to my utter dismay, neglect their Mother Tongue language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I agree. Ever since the implementation, pupils view English as a far more important language than Mother Tongue. And what with the media constantly stressing about the ridicule on locals not being able to speak fluent English to foreigners, they must be somehow affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Ah huh. So how can we make Mother Tongue a better and more highly-regarded subject, such that students will, at the same time, excel in this language? There must be a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I know! We can sort of - er - make it into another subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: What do you mean by, &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Easy, if students do very well in their Mother Tongue, they can qualify for erm... perhaps Higher Mother Tongue? By doing so, they will think value both languages with importance. The rest of the students, after seeing others being able to take a "high-class" subject, will surely be motivated to work harder in Mother Tongue, and not neglect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ministers then nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshness 88%. That's it, I am not confident in scoring well for HCL. In fact, I'm well-known for failing the subject. Wow, how fun! Like haha, I still dream of taking this subject next year, when we need B3 to continue. I am struggling to even manage to get 63, much less 65. Which means that I am actually quite close already. Just to console myself a bit, I knocked off half mark, thus my aim for HCL is &lt;em&gt;64.5&lt;/em&gt; for combined marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lady luck is with me, with a little bit of swishing movements, it rounds up to a measly 65. LMAO, nice idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping against hope that I will score better this time. HOPE. I really do want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me. I really tried my utmost best to produce the essay of my highest abilities (although some crazy people like Chan Kaijun can write 5 pages, omg!). Save me from these thoughts, cos I only wrote 3 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:27PM&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/29235801-115979983326936215?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115979983326936215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115979983326936215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115979983326936215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115979983326936215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hcl-down.html' title='HCL - down!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115966964856892272</id><published>2006-10-01T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:17:00.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Councillor tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st October 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNCILLOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/countagx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/countagx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine! Let it shine! Oh, they haven't given me the tag yet, but I just photoshopped it anyway. Who cares? Just wanted to please myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/me_them1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/me_them1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie, Me and Shi Yuan taken at Comp lab! Shi Yuan looks rather reluctant. And I didn't get to open my eyes. And yes, I photoshopped myself abit, cannot ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/viv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/viv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, Vivien and Me! SHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIGRESSION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like some people who pretend to be so experienced and give some grandfather-ly advice to others on which stream they should go. It makes me want to send them a flying kick directed at the privates. How ridiculous can some people get?! For god's sake, keep opinions to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:20AM&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/29235801-115966964856892272?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115966964856892272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115966964856892272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115966964856892272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115966964856892272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/10/councillor-tag.html' title='Councillor tag'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115963198464485409</id><published>2006-09-30T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:18:13.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th September 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all the people that irritate me on my blog,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the unknown group of people that IRRITATE ME THE MOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos they will just mindlessly post stupid tags without the use of their brains. This is not very wise of them! Now, don't you agree that humans are born with brains!? If so, why are some anonymouses so damn freaking &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that irritate me is the masking of their identities. My response to such is that: Since your parents/ grandparents thought days and nights (think it is funny? No no, it is true!) just to name you. Why? Because by doing so, you are a special person from the others because you have a different name! Still don't get the analogy? If you don't, then you are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for goodness' sake, when leaving tags, why are some anonymouses just plainly refuse to reveal themselves? You may argue back that "Oh you don't know me mah... I leave my name also no use." To me, this sentence should be sent to hell immediately. OMG, if I don't know you, that means it is inappropriate for you to say out your name? Is it just me, or do the rest of the people also sense serious stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you mean when you apply for a job interview, you wouldn't reveal your name &lt;em&gt;just because the interviewers don't know you&lt;/em&gt;? Bullshitness 88%. Nowadays, people are with such absurd privacy issues that I must really punch them so that they wake up. So please, whether I know you or not, leave your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was checking and there were 8 different passers-by tagging, cos of the IP address. Now, I know many of the students in Sec 2 read my blog (think I'm assuming? LOL, I have &lt;strong&gt;concrete evidence&lt;/strong&gt; easily found on blogs which link me when I don't know them). Of course I don't know each and every one of them lah. But at least I know them by their names! So for Christmas' resolution people, leave your names when you tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to specific tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/worksofstupidity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/worksofstupidity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH!! For the non-Chinese, this damn-bloodily-stupid person means that I go against people from o1, which is so terribly untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficially vague sentence which is so general. I do not go against everyone in them but rather some of them whom I find &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;detestable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(which I really tried my best to refrain myself from blogging already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, I WAS JUST JOKING ABOUT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX CHOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; STRESSING ON THE WORD, "ROUTINE". I already mentioned umpteen times that some overly-serious people cannot take my jokes. I find it okay if these group of people take my every word seriously and keep it to themselves. However, I mind alot if they start misleading my readers. And I agreed that he is quite a talented speaker. Stop foisting blame on me for no good reason, before I throw humus at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy anonymouses all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digression!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, people like Wei Jie is spreading around that I like Janice Pang from 202.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, if you ever believe them, I am more than ready to type a very lengthy post to EMBARRASS you in front of my readers. Wow, you think I am a very lousy blogger? Vastly mistaken! I am the ambassador of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yo! Criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Try me. Go on, and I will make sure you blush your face throughout school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this supposed to be a threat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, go ahead and sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, while watching Autumn-festival singing performance, they thought that I was deeply engrossed when she was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ah huh ah huh, since people want me to post about them on my blog (equipped with amazing photoshop skills), I shall hereby announce that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI JIE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; REGINA DEEPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/weijie_reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/weijie_reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! This photo seems a bit unrealistic though, cos William's hand is actually touching... Oh never mind. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, Wei Jie will fold 1000 paper swans for Regina everyday. They have become part of each other's life. This is a mark of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Anyone else who would like to tease me liking Janice will receive the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:59PM&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/29235801-115963198464485409?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115963198464485409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115963198464485409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115963198464485409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115963198464485409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-all.html' title='Of all...'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115953775644768890</id><published>2006-09-29T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:19:20.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;29th September 2006, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy because I got A2 for Art and am an official Councillor. I got in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because... ahh, I shan't elaborate. =( Couldn't control my emotions and teared a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:41PM&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/29235801-115953775644768890?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115953775644768890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115953775644768890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115953775644768890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115953775644768890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-and-sad.html' title='Happy and Sad.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115944505292453945</id><published>2006-09-28T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:20:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid exam topic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th September 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the one-word topics given, they chose to give: "Blogging".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the paper I, quite a number of people thought that I wrote that topic! WHY AH?! I was actually uncertain of my answer but yes, I finally figured it out. My response is: Try as I might to write one-word essays, I would not be confident of scoring well due to the lack of experience in this field. Thus, I chose the easiest option: Personal Recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, though I blog really well, it does not mean that I can produce super good essays expressing my views on blogs right? However, there were quite a number of people who wrote that topic! Hey hey, must really learn from them lor. But anyway, I wrote Question 2, the most frightening and demanding challenge in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just a little bit of argument here, for those people whose opinion is that bloggers should not criticise others. Good luck. CRITICISM is most welcomed in the blogosphere, stupid! "Oh, blogging should be made criticism-free to ensure peace." WRONG. Excuse me, but blogging is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; experience! Meaning, why should criticism be censored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR life is not oh-merry-little-fairy and you DO get angry sometimes. Why do people buy newspapers and magazines? Partly because of the critics, isn't it? And yes, why do I have 100+ visits per day? BECAUSE ME, ME, I CRITICISE ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, why are you against bloggers criticising. Oh, so now you mean blogging is SOLELY for blogging about shopping, watching movie and playing tag? Hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISAGREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If - if - a person leads a happy life and will never be sad - then yes, fine, don't criticise lor. But how is that POSSIBLE? I hate arguing with stupid ideas actually. So how? Support criticism LAH! My goodness. Oh, so now you think criticism is wrong, THEN DON'T CRITICISE. CANNOT CRITICISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous people all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the people who oppose bloggers' criticism in their essays. These people are of extreme patience who would not make the slightest noise. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I also hope that my blog URL is not mentioned in the essay. Eh wait, on second thoughts, it is okay since my blog is very inviting and welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah bleah. The Report Writing was worse. Eight solid points to develop. I was like rushing like hell! Finished on the dot. Chao heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summary was no better. WHAT WERE THE PROBLEMS AH? I was still figuring out you know! Omg lar, really siao one. I need enlightenment! I shall sit under the Bodhi tree. Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 days have passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL DON'T KNOW LEH! Shitheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, jiayou for the upcoming exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:56PM&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/29235801-115944505292453945?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115944505292453945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115944505292453945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115944505292453945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115944505292453945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-exam-topic.html' title='Stupid exam topic.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115936016966684061</id><published>2006-09-27T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:21:35.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've grown a disgusting 10kg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th September 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone help me, for I seem to have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAINED a disgusting 10kg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Home Economics practical exam today, to which I *ahem ahem* went on a food binge. I tried out a little bit of here and there, which resulted in the said weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually not a lot mah... I only ate my group's pineapple rice, fruit tarts, walnut cake and curry; Chien Siew's group &lt;em&gt;de&lt;/em&gt; fried wonton and club sandwich; Nizam's group &lt;em&gt;de&lt;/em&gt; roti jala; Benjamin's group&lt;em&gt; de&lt;/em&gt; marcoroni; Jane's group &lt;em&gt;de &lt;/em&gt;fish and chips. Is that a lot?! Oh wait, I gorged down See Woon's curry puff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Mr Liw appeared out of nowhere and obviously had to comment: "My class cooked the curry is better than this. Theirs is thick thick one." (Was cooking the curry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, take note here, cos his class is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;201&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Claps!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course lah, smart people cook palatable stuffs. Unlike me, wahahaha. Thick thick one. Lmao! For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; information, Mrs Chiang finished three quarters of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; curry. She ate five of our tarts and 2 slices of our cake! How about that thick curry?! LOL. Man, sometimes things are just funny. He didn't taste OURS and wow, jump straight to point that ours is definitely not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it was very fun today! Relaxed and all. The unfortunate part of it is that Chien Siew's cake split into two. I think Mrs Chiang managed to salvage it. But everyone enjoyed the process (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, a spasm of fear surged through my entire body when I lifted my leg (considered as pig's trotter actually) on the weighing machine. When I finally rested upon that sacred thing, I was freakingly shocked of what I had seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LO BEHOLD&lt;/span&gt; - I am 88kg now. Oh gosh, when I visit the toilet, my only one side of my butt will occupy the toilet bowl. I must specially order XXXXXL shirt so that I can wear. When I talk, fatty acids and glycerol will leak out from my nose. To sum it all up, I am of resemblance to an overly-inflated balloon! Yes yes, I am that fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... I am still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those who know my actual weight are cursed upon their life (excluding me and close friends). But then, I shall start exercising now! I will learn from Mrs Chiang to run 3 kilometres per day! YAYness hundred percent. Eventually, the fats will all be cleared and yes, I will be a 4x (highly impossible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I undergo surgery? Suck out all my fats. I heard from Vivien that they inject water into your body (HUH?! DID I HEAR WRONGLY?) to make the oily fats float like a water pea unable to sink into the bottom. And then, ha, the doctor will suck all the disgusting yellow juices out. If I ever got the chance, I would go and try it, haha, and then my figure will be in the shape of ... of REN JIE. Muhahahahaha, I will even request them to suck 50% of the fats in my butt out. Oh damn, did I just reveal my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, the plain thought of it is already disturbing enough to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I shall go on a diet. I will take low-fat milk, avoid coconut milk and ice-cream. Show disgusted face when too much oil is used. Yell at anyone who serves me fries and eat more vegetables and fruits! To resolve fatty issues, I am even willing to take diet coke. Yes, that shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the genius' aim to be thin! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that eventually, I will relinquish because of the temptation that a random baked rice/ tiramisu/ fried chicken cutlet will induce. Imagine the fragrance, that is irresistible! And then I will start to savour them with extreme delight, thinking that it is actually okay to eat a mouthful or two. Yum yum... However, as expected, I will finish them all. Hey, did I just say this out loud?! *Face turns tomato-red*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to motivate me in growing thinner? I welcome all pieces of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Councillor interview was okay but I shall not elaborate. Good luck for English EoYs tomorrow btw! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:21PM&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/29235801-115936016966684061?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115936016966684061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115936016966684061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115936016966684061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115936016966684061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-grown-disgusting-10kg.html' title='I&apos;ve grown a disgusting 10kg.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115919017877328963</id><published>2006-09-25T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:23:28.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Jack Tan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25th September 2006, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my gawd, the English Oral examiner (mine) remembers me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDERBUNENNA (pronounced in chinese as &lt;em&gt;yuan de bu neng na&lt;/em&gt;, however, due to a mixture of Tamil accent, spelling is changed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! HIM. That EL oral examiner. Freakarado. That is, Mr. Jack Tan! I am proud to present the teacher who seems to wear the same style of clothings everyday. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I was walking back to classroom (from Physics lab with horrible electrifying lesson) and there, he called out to me from the back. I thought I must have heard wrongly, cos there is a female teacher in front, but seconds later it turned out impossible because she approached a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, did he call my name again. I wheeled around and there he was, in the same blue shirt. Obviously, I asked, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey, you crapped alot during oral." And then he smiled a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Click &lt;a href="http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-lah-im-back.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read the post on orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn shocked by this. To my relief, he added, "What you said isn't important, is how you said it." Woah, he does sound professional. But anyway, he remembers my name because he thinks it is rare. Repeat it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I have a special and unique name? Yes yes, I agree. DEMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah... come to think of it, he is quite smart to see through that lie. But oh well, he said I did okay I think. BUT, if he didn't know I was lying, the only possibility remains that he reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS POSSIBLE! Miss Tay (aka Miss Slugg) reads, Mr Chiam reads, and I think my blog is gonna be found out by the principal in the long run. Vivien almost told Mrs Angela Ong my blog too. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes without saying. Actually I am pretty afraid now. Cos I heard of some unpleasant stuffs in other schools that students were punished severely when teachers found out about their blogging contents. They were event sent for counselling! Hmm, ridiculous it may seem, facts remain true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, BPGHS teachers, being righteous, wouldn't want to punish someone so obviously talented right? This someone is me, if you didn't grasp the concept fast enough. I am saying, the gift in blogging. For instance, I don't blog to show off my English language, and give all sorts of definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: "I would like to ask you people of the definition of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;routine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." (&lt;u&gt;Triple&lt;/u&gt; emphasis on the last word). And then seconds later, I go around telling you the meaning, copied word for word, from the Oxford dictionary. Ludicrously prolonged laughter will sink in moments later, due to the self-ask-self-answer preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! This scenario seems to resemble something at the ... Man I forgot. (Hint hint: That debate!). Reasonably, I know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has very powerful english skills which he wants to impart on the fellow BPians. Like how he stressed on the word, routine and then IMMEDIATELY told us the definition. Kind of amusing, I must say. Oh yeah, he even said, "I doubt you will even know the definition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I know he isn't blogging but... that is unwise of him to add this as a content of his speech. I agree that his speech is rather enlightening and fluent though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, back to where I was. (I tend to forget where I stop due to major digressions, and must scroll up and check). I am a very talented in blogging, thus the number of hits&lt;em&gt; reached 5000 in less than 2 months&lt;/em&gt;. However, this is not enough to be famous! &lt;strong&gt;SPREAD &lt;/strong&gt;my link people, spread it. By the time the principal knows it, this blog must be famous enough to outweigh all the criticism. It is okay to appear on magazines or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem ahem* What am I talking about? Obsession of fame causes lung cancer. Abstain from it, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes, I pray hard that Mr. Jack Tan is not a reader of my blog though! Cos of the oral stuffs. Muahahahha. But I hope I can get at least 28/40 for orals. It is 20% of SA2 leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I must continue with English EOY 2004 questions. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Talented blogger just blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8:50PM&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/29235801-115919017877328963?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115919017877328963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115919017877328963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115919017877328963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115919017877328963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/mr-jack-tan.html' title='Mr. Jack Tan.'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115910576562330645</id><published>2006-09-24T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:24:28.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English End-of-year Examination 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th September 2006, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaked out exam questions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post-note: Fictitious exam paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Panjang Government High School&lt;br /&gt;End-of-year Examination 2006&lt;/p&gt;Secondary Two Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language (1127)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 0800 - 0945 h&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 1 hr 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTONS TO CANDIDATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your name, class and index number in the spaces at the top of this page on &lt;u&gt;EVERY&lt;/u&gt; piece of writing paper provided.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write in dark blue or black pen on both sides of the writing paper. Do not use correction fluid.&lt;br /&gt;3. Answer both Section One and Section Two on separate pieces of writing paper.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hand in your answer to Section One and Section Two separately&lt;br /&gt;5. The total mark for this paper is 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section One [30 marks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are advised to write at least 250 words on &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; of the following topics. At the head of your composition, write the number of the topics you have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw a "//" after your 250th word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pregnancies in teens have increased over the years. Discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "A condom is never needed." Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write about a time when you had unprotected sex with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe the feeling and sensations when you have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. STDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Students who did not have sex before are disallowed to attempt questions 3 and 4. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Oh my god lar. I was just humouring myself only. All the questions seem to be related to sex. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go back and revise. This is just a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:42PM&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/29235801-115910576562330645?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115910576562330645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115910576562330645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115910576562330645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115910576562330645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/english-end-of-year-examination-2006.html' title='English End-of-year Examination 2006'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115901611580917555</id><published>2006-09-23T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:25:30.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a member of YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd September 2006, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a member of &lt;em&gt;YEAH!&lt;/em&gt; committee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It includes Weili, Hong Xun, Fiona and a few others. I must take this opportunity to thank Vivien for letting me join in this supposedly fun organisation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D According to Hong Xun, we are supposed to organise CIP events for students. Work starts after exams. Cool lar. Hope through this process I am able to improve my responsibility to its fullest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Councillor interview on Tuesday, with DAMIEN GAN, the president gonna-be. I will not be nervous of course, because it is conducted privately in classroom 1C. Wonder if he will let me pass. Whatever it is, hopes upon hopes that I will get in lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jurong Regional Library with Kaijun and Clarises to revise Chemistry. Speaking of Claris, she is the ambassador of Adonis. Oh I am just kidding... her blog URL is &lt;a href="http://www.clarisology.blogspot.com"&gt;www.clarisology.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Another interesting blogger, I must say (though she seems to be quite exaggerating at times. It is very like me leh. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, at 9.55am, the entrance was crowded with very kiasu Singaporeans. I was at the back. And so we waited. 5 minutes later the glass door slid sideways, allowing huge gasps of aircon to leak out. It was very cooling indeed. I quickly rushed in, but there were too many ahead of me. Miraculously, they all went to the second floor, thus I ran up to the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada! A table for my revision. Perfect, though I prefer if we were not sitting by the windows, where the sunlight caused a certain amount of uncomfort to my worshipped eyes. Warning: UV rays cause cataract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Kai Jun and Claris came up (note: they were pushed right to the back and didn't manage to squeeze in), this uncle aged 50+++ nonchalantly pulled out one of the chairs and left his bag to rot. Now now now, I understand that all the people have equal rights to sit if they are left vacant. But I find it &lt;strong&gt;plain rude&lt;/strong&gt; that he did not even bother to ask if anyone was sitting there. Typical uncles... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 3 others are coming? Man, this uncle needs to be slapped by Benjamin so he can be more polite. He went to search for his book to read. Claris and Kai Jun finally came up after 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle came back. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LO BEHOLD&lt;/span&gt;, his movements were in resemblance to a person who has stroke - DAMN slow reactions and all. And he stared at a page for 5 minutes. Now, you may be asking, "Hey, ten minutes to read a page with lots of words is a quite fast actually." But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is contents' page. Oh well done, 5 minutes ogling at the contents. Worst of all, he was mumbling to himself so loudly. So freakingly, I sensed senility (or whatever the noun for senile). I am hereby announcing that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUMBLERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the ultimate core of the heat produced by Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that people who keep on mumbling should be stripped of the right to freedom of speech. Now the government lets you to speak properly, and you speak like a retarded person?! That is socially unacceptable to Demas Koh. For goodness' sake, enunciate your words CLEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I don't understand why some people like to mumble so much. It is just so damn irritating when you hear something (which happens to be a mumble) and when you ask the person, he says, "Huh? I got say anything meh?" Nabeh... I hate people who not only mumble, but also lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this uncle was mumbling some words like, "Oh so it happens this way." and "Hey this seems to big for me". Siao liao lah, it was just so annoying to me - can't he make his comments personal?! This is a library, not for you to mumble mumble mumble like a twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only resolution to this is to - Banish mumblers from Singapore. Send that uncle to third-world countries like perhaps, Cambodia? At there, he will be so highly-respected just because he knows English. Take note: those people obviously will not be able to differentiate between good spoken english and mumblings. Therefore they will idolise him like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also ban mumbling. Make it an offence! Those who mumble will have to pay a fine of 4000 Sing dollars. Omg, I am so smart to think of such ideas. Lets make it the reason being... erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling causes unpleasant noise to our ear drums and damage the chochlea structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartness 88%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't stand mumblers. Born with mouths, but talk like a dumbass. That is certainly not nice at all. The next time I hear someone mumbles, I will immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab two very large pingpong balls, walk in front of him and greet him courteously. While he greets me back, I will stuff those two balls into his nostrils and make his nose the largest one on Earth. That should shut his mouth up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, don't mumble! Speak properly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie's mother made Aihua a mooncake. NO JOKE here, it is true! This shows the sincerity of Lim Ren Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are wondering, "Eh, not made by himself, where got sincere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response is: He does not want to food-poison Aihua. Thus he begs his mum continuously to make a mooncake for her. Take note here, that Ren Jie's mum is a very busy woman who cannot afford the time to make food. But Ren Jie persevered and his mum soon gave in. Doesn't that show his utmost sincerity?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haahahaha, no lah, I am just kidding about the response lah. Ren Jie shouldn't take it to heart. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know. Ren Jie, Wei Jie, William, Aihua, Joyce, Vivien, Hui Jin, Kai Jun and sat together in one straight row to watch the performance yesterday! It was great larr, the singers were so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, we went to Kai Jun's house there to play fireworks. Damn shiok festive occasion with friends. Happy happy! In the end I think Ren Jie accompanied Aihua home cos it was very late (around 11 +). I detect romance! Kakakaa. Don't worry, Ren Jie didn't do anything - he is perfectly decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Quite a long post. Brah brah brah, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:48PM&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/29235801-115901611580917555?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115901611580917555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115901611580917555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115901611580917555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115901611580917555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-member-of-yeah.html' title='I am a member of YEAH!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115885732894897263</id><published>2006-09-21T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:26:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished that fucking piece of shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st September 2006, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally finished that piece of shitty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature Assignment: Thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caused a lot of trauma to me. Cos I had no time for it. Oh whatever, no one would believe me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening thing cost me the whole afternoon and night. I am so damn glad that I finished it. So glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, congratulate me.&lt;strong&gt; I realise that I'm done with Literature SA2&lt;/strong&gt;, now can concentrate on others. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna sleep now, peacefully with that comfortable bed I'm waiting for. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:44PM&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/29235801-115885732894897263?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115885732894897263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115885732894897263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115885732894897263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115885732894897263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finished-that-fucking-piece-of-shit.html' title='I finished that fucking piece of shit'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115874523772787643</id><published>2006-09-20T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:27:31.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My preferred combination of subjects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th September 2006, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My preferred combination of subjects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, am I still blogging? Every time I tell myself that I must not blog, I will end up sitting in front of the computer &lt;em&gt;blogging&lt;/em&gt;. Man, if you can detect the irony of the situation, go ahead and laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you people are just lucky, cos I am addicted to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: The above sentence is a joke&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever, I am just telling you people what combination of subjects I prefer to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;br /&gt;E Maths&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Elective History + Half Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;Literature (Yes yes, I am a pure Shakespearaner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quick ones will realise that I am aiming for Triple Science Stream. I cannot say I am really interested in Physics, but sometimes the theories somehow amaze me and I cannot afford not to take it. I especially like the chapter on light (but incidently, I hate the chapter on thermometers :/). Also, they said that Physics is needed in Engineering and stuffs, thus proving the importance of it. Moreover, Physics is the subject encouraged by teachers to take if you really must go Double Science. Resolution? Take all three sciences so that the range of job opportunities can reach to its maximum when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, to cut the above &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous crap&lt;/strong&gt; and to tell you why I really want to go Triple Science Stream, it is because I don't want to leave any Science behind at the end of my Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am not taking Economics or Geography. Those who wish to go History stream are genuises. I have no interest in Geography whatsoever, so if you want me to stare at random coniferous trees/ meanders/ mineral ores, I can only hope I will be able to stare at it for at least 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to why I don't want to choose Econs, it is because it is an untested subject is just implemented by the MOE. Guess what? It is for the school to experiment whether this particular subject is good and should be released or not. Guinea pigs? I agree. But anyway, I wish the people taking Econs good luck anyway (in a very sarcastic manner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that is all for my combination of subjects. Gtg now and do &lt;em&gt;Thirteen&lt;/em&gt;, byerlistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-note: This post does not serve to brainwash people into what subjects they should take. Different people, different opinions. I stand strong to mine. If you disagree with me, it is not my problem. Go ahead and choose what you like best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:34PM&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/29235801-115874523772787643?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115874523772787643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115874523772787643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115874523772787643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115874523772787643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-preferred-combination-of-subjects.html' title='My preferred combination of subjects'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115788155138560641</id><published>2006-09-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:28:17.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJANE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th September 2006, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The model wannabe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Jane - The lady love of many many boys (I am assuming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/DSC03880-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/DSC03880-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this photo, she does seem pretty and all right? Oh, it is taken at West Coast Park (class outing 2) with Crystal's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since she aspires to be a model (I am assuming again), there are a few flaws that cannot be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Brows too thick!&lt;br /&gt;2) Facial skin not smooth enough, got a few pimples here and there.&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't think I can see any lipstick or lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;4) Wait a minute, did she put on blusher?!&lt;br /&gt;5) Seriously unprofessional background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, that's about it. I think Photoshop 7.0 can help a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/1600/cjanit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/3109/320/cjanit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now has baby-smooth skin like, what the ? Her brows are thinner and there is a slight pink glossy thing on her lips. Her cheeks are radiant with mild blusher and I accidentally changed her hair colour. Oh, the background is blurred to give a very "professional" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhapslove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, I gtg now to rush my Doodling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Post-note: Before you make any nasty comments, please do take note that C. Jane &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;willingly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sent me the photo for editing. She OBVIOUSLY does not mind that I post it. For goodness' sake, I didn't disfigure her looks, but beautify her, dumbass. ALSO, I agree that she is pretty, so stop your nonsense. Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:39PM&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/29235801-115788155138560641?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115788155138560641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115788155138560641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115788155138560641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115788155138560641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/cjane.html' title='CJANE!'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115857782978152026</id><published>2006-09-18T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:25:49.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th September 2006, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One fine day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me blurt out some vulgarities for not being able to turn up on Saturday: &lt;strong&gt;KNNBCCB&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. I heard it was very fun, with games and all. This is actually quite ridiculous because I was constantly worried about the Councillor Selection test. Man... I feel like stabbing anyone in the vicinity. My father wrote an explanation letter, and naturally I passed it to Mrs Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness she said, "Are you still interested in being a councillor?" I eagerly nodded and said "yes". That means, she will be arranging another date for me to take a separate test. I would have to check the CounZ Notice Board, and I need reminders of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon that god-controlled reply ("yes"), thousands of &lt;em&gt;don'ts&lt;/em&gt; bombarded my mind. I somehow think I am damn paranoid, but it's true lah. I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WEAR ANKLE SOCKS. CANNOT DYE HAIR. CANNOT USE HANDPHONE. DON'T BE RUDE TO TEACHERS. CANNOT HAVE LONG FINGERNAILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am hereby announcing that, a councillor (aka &lt;strong&gt;perfect &lt;/strong&gt;person), shall be exemplary to other pupils. Wow, that's pretty easy right? How ah? Wear soccer socks, dye hair black, use handphone only in toilets, must be polite to all teachers and cut my fingernails daily. Hey, no point writing them down when I won't be able to do it right? *Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to those unusual habits, I cannot close one eye when a person breaks rules, which leads to me being hated. But I will eventually be lenient and all (if I ever become one) ... Oh well :/ But anyway, the worst thing that may ever happen to me is being picked on by Mr. Tan. That is definitely not nice at all. I remembered Josephine got scolded by him when it was not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolution is that I will make myself free from him, I don't really mind not being recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd, it sounds like I am pretty irresponsible right?! No way... Okay, I will be a good one. Yes yes, obviously. The sole reason why I chose to be is because I think it is fun with all the helping. Secondary reason being I can make more friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, digression!&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY READERSHIP IS DROPPING FROM 160 TO A MEASLY 120 VISITS PER DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh, that's no good! I am planning to achieve an average of 200 by November okay... And now what? Serious demoralising of the mind? Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it is true that I need to loosen up a bit and talk about happy things. Yeah I agree that I do sound increasingly pissy nowadays on my blog posts. Oh well, I am just that easily irritated and no one can cease this. I mean, it can't be helped right? Those who are close to me should know that I am get so terribly annoyed quickly due to insignificant stuffs and would be sulking the whole evening. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, to console myself, maybe it is due to Exam period, thus people are &lt;s&gt;mugging&lt;/s&gt;(I HATE THIS WORD) studying for exams. People are just so hardworking that I can't believe it. And what am I doing now? BLOGGING, so that my readership will be back to its normal state. Anyway, who are the ones who keep on saying Ren Jie/Wei Jie keep on refreshing, thus the number of visits is so high? NOOO, there are people from other classes who enjoy reading my blog too alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I hate the word, MUGGING. And I don't know why people like to use this word. I know it is supposed to mean constant-revision, but read the following examples. They just sound uncomfortable TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man, I am really gonna mug till I get a touch on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Man, I am really gonna study till I get a touch on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am mugging the whole day, cos I am that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am studying the whole day, cos I am that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just simply love mugging, it gives me satisfaction and pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just simply love studying, it gives me satisfaction and pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but they really do sound pretty unsightly (for the ears). The second example sounds like, "I am having sex the whole day." No it's true, pretend you don't know the real meaning of mug, and read it aloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah... speaking of exams, I am really very stressed now. With the amazingly high targets I set for myself, I may die of severe breakdown of nervous system (yes, I lack vitamin B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKARADO, vitamin B makes me remember the Home Econs test. Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;I have not started &lt;s&gt;mugging&lt;/s&gt; studying for the theory test.&lt;/strong&gt; Gawd, seems like I'm damn lazy and all. But hold on, I finished Chemistry already, so should be evened out. I am starting on Geog soon. The only source of relaxation is for me to blog.blog.blog. But yet I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, blogders... maybe you really have to await for exams to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Siew Yuan aka Monica Chen aka Tan Siew Bian is a whooping &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kg. While I remain as 5x. He argued back about my height but I beg to differ! He is only 172cm... I am 169cm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am now under 90% column and seem to be extremely happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna revise the renewable resources now, all exclusively found in Earth: Our Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaklistics, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:04PM&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/29235801-115857782978152026?l=pervailes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/feeds/115857782978152026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29235801&amp;postID=115857782978152026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115857782978152026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29235801/posts/default/115857782978152026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pervailes.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508761577588133645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29235801.post-115815452341222952</id><published>2006-09-13T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:27:24.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dislike my style of blogging, kindly</title><c
