<?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-4333193331800198817</id><updated>2011-09-03T19:41:26.980+08:00</updated><category term='animals'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='ImageChef'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='SNNPCC'/><category term='church'/><category term='Essay'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Crapping'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Announcements'/><category term='Class'/><category term='Dentist'/><title type='text'>Felix Lee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3516719716781526358</id><published>2011-06-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:43:29.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>Last days of SNNPCC?</title><content type='html'>I still remember the beginnings of this blog, littered with NP stuff and school stuff and church stuff. Fondly remembered blogging about yellow and dark blue badge, when I still had the time and energy and passion to type. It brought back so many memories, just thinking of those days, when I still had years and years of NP and SN life and POP/ Os were still a lifetime away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good days have to pass, and now, my fourth(or third, since I missed dark blue badges' one) POP is looming. I feel sad. Don't ever want to leave St Nicks, or SNNPCC. True, my darkest memories are those in SNG, those in SNNP, but still, my best memories are of the same place, the same CCA. My juniors, my seniors, my squadmates... All these people who have touched my lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to leave behind something, anything. Or if I can't leave behind anything good, then I just want to fade into the background, to be forgotten as one of those NP seniors who are never seen or heard or remembered. Or not be remembered at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that it's finally our fourth year. It's so surreal, seemed only like yesterday that I was a blur Sec One. But too many things have happened, too many irreversible things. At the same time, I've had so many wonderful experiences, made so many wonderful friends. My juniors are my friends, my squadmates are my friends(ha!), my seniors are my friends. Everything's just going back to full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, that as a tribute to my final activity at SNNPCC, that I'll be able to type a nice long blog post about it, just to wrap up these wonderful four years, and tie everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love SNNPCC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3516719716781526358?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3516719716781526358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3516719716781526358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3516719716781526358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3516719716781526358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-days-of-snnpcc.html' title='Last days of SNNPCC?'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3414046187459457730</id><published>2011-02-09T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:26:56.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love St Nicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE ST NICKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like to just drop out of St Nicks after so long? Thinking now that maybe it was a mistake to even choose St Nicks. So what if one of the only reasons I chose it was because it was a Catholic school? There are other Catholic schools around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck. In a strange, masochistic sort of way, I love St Nicks, with the stress, with the teachers, the classrooms, the politics, the empty promises, the indifference, the biasness, the trials... etc.&amp;nbsp;and most of all, my friends. After 4 years in this place, I start to see beauty once again in all the ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full circle. Come in as a wide-eyed, innocent kid barely in her teens, sulk through the school years seeing nothing of the initial reason of why the school was chosen, and finally, appreciate this secondary school whilst feeling dejected and jaded in its full cynical, controlled,&amp;nbsp;ugly&amp;nbsp;glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to get my head into the studying mood for CAs. Now that's a new development in a school I was long disillusioned with, yet still love with the naiveness of my weary heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3414046187459457730?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3414046187459457730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3414046187459457730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3414046187459457730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3414046187459457730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-st-nicks.html' title='I Love St Nicks'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1738225852092328749</id><published>2010-12-07T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:57:23.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confirmation Party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Now that's funny. Fuzzy head, headache, feel like puking? Haha. Following Samuel's advice and drinking lots of water. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to drink again. I promise not to drink again. I promise not to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1738225852092328749?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1738225852092328749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1738225852092328749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1738225852092328749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1738225852092328749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-promise-not-to-drink-again-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8087709173158419233</id><published>2010-11-01T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:04:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The school says that we are all great students who excel. The teacher says that we would definitely get A1 under her. My result says that it is the end of my Chinese career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete waste of my efforts and energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8087709173158419233?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8087709173158419233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8087709173158419233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8087709173158419233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8087709173158419233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-says-that-we-are-all-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7939185256733006469</id><published>2010-10-08T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:50:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I FEEL LIKE BUBBLE TEA.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'I FEEL LIKE BUBBLE TEA.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Elbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That was hilarious. Funniest thing I've heard all day. I dunno, might be just cos I was bummed from getting the wound hurting like crazy again (physically, it's below the wound, but heck, it feels the same), practically hurting the entire left side of my body. Again. Left, as usual. And all my right is feeling is a slightly stiff shoulder. Sigh. I need to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was flustered when I started laughing. Exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to correct your impeccable grammer. I was just laughing at that statement, of being bubble tea. TeeHee! Elbie the Bubble Tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auntie, milk tea bu yao pearl, bu yao bing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Felix~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sugar rush from peach ice blended. I know, supposed to be studying, but heck. I'm gonna FAAAAAIIILLLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. You guessed right!!!! Listening to Hollywood Undead and Green Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7939185256733006469?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7939185256733006469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7939185256733006469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7939185256733006469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7939185256733006469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-bubble-tea.html' title='&apos;I FEEL LIKE BUBBLE TEA.&apos;'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7145377378813216718</id><published>2010-10-06T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:29:37.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I feel like the arrogant idiot I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started... See what I meant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7145377378813216718?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7145377378813216718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7145377378813216718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7145377378813216718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7145377378813216718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-of-time-i-feel-like-arrogant-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7834602943250516085</id><published>2010-10-01T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:35:04.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things after happened since the last time I posted. I don't go for recess with Rochelle and Min Hui anymore. At first, I went with Nicole and Paulinie. Nowdays, I just don't eat. Like I told Elbie, poor nutrition and erratic sleeping patterns will be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just play football during recess now. Don't know why, feel so anti-social and depressed. It's like nothing's going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm worried for people now. Not as much, but still do. What with seeing that knife (haha! In our toolbox) and Elbie not going to school for a week (more like 1 week and 5 days) and... I refuse to talk about it. Maybe that's what started this whole thing in the first place. Makes you think, I really &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; die. And that's depressing. Sure, people think bout it. But not everyday right? At least not as often now. God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyday, I go to school and see my friends and I feel happy. And what with smsing Felicia everyday (hahaha, gonna bao my sms, but I DON'T CARE!!), I actually feel more carefree. But lessons are a bore. Not all, but with exams coming, I feel really down. Okay, so the only really boring lesson is Chem. But lately, I've been feeling so tired, I just can't keep up. So many things to study... Look forward to recess to play one-man soccer, actually see my emotions fly with the soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are great! Elbie, Gwee, Paulinie, Nicole, Fanny, Rochelle, Venetia, Tiff Loh... People I interact with almost daily and actually make me laugh and smile. Nowadays, with my erratic mood, I don't feel like any of those stuff. But when i think of my friends, I smile. I laugh. And that's what makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that blood is thicker than water. I say, water's in my blood. And home is where the heart lies? You know where &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; heart lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7834602943250516085?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7834602943250516085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7834602943250516085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7834602943250516085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7834602943250516085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/10/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-320368018705141038</id><published>2010-05-21T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:25:29.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>4.8KM IN 2 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.8KM IN 2 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RAN 4.8KM IN 2 DAYS!!!! ON A RUN-INDUCED, ADRENALINE-CAUSED HIGH NOW!!! WHOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timings for both runs were pretty good, 15.42 and 16.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I ran with Trinin. We got the same timing, puked at the same time, and at the same drain!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ran with Elbie. Paced her! She was so high!!! Hahaha. Incredible hulk voice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran to the flagpole, then ran to Unity to personally invite Lucia, cos they were short of people and she wasn't picking up her phone!!! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to class just in time. Everybody was laughing at me cos I dashed in just when the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shirt was so wet that I was forced to chenge to blouse. Afraid of catching a fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our AM test might be postponed!!! Whee. I'm still not proficient in congruency and similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got Mrs Tan to answer the question of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Mrs Tan always wear black?&lt;br /&gt;To match her black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up with the answer!!! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged Ms Praveena to give her flowers and our well-wishes. Then we ended off by calling her Mdm Praveena!!! She said she would not respond, but we called her that during the lesson and she responded! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Audrey Kang was quite an ok teacher. Not like Ms Grace Lee. She was, and still is, the best teacher ever!!! I still miss her, even after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ezal took us for English. She's like, so much more fun than Jason Ng!!! I hope the Pencil never takes us for lessons any more. Now &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was pathetic. Less than half the class remained after everybody involved in Jubilate left! But I think that it's better that way. Less people, more fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for YCS with the Sec 1s. Only attended like what, 20 min? Left just before they shared the story. Wu liao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tent pitching was fun. But Tiff Loh won't let Rochelle and I peg. *evil glare at Tiff Loh* Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group pitched faster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when clearing up, we found this spoilt scissor and started playing with it. I got the blunt edge. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I carried all the vertical poles (6 in all) back. Sarah ma'am was super funny. She was like, "Don't fall ah." And I said, "Don't worry, I'll fall." And she was like, "Aiyo, Vanessa ah...." HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun today!!!! WHOO HOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-320368018705141038?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/320368018705141038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=320368018705141038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/320368018705141038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/320368018705141038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/48km-in-2-days.html' title='4.8KM IN 2 DAYS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5449791001099685015</id><published>2010-05-20T19:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:17:57.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>WHIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakin reserve again. Am I not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, dry prac was quite ok. However, some stuff confused me. And I realised that the gun was not like the nutcracker. Sian. And I'm freaking reserve again. I'm never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, on a happier note, it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that. I was in class. Math lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went out, I realised that I left my socks in my shoebox. So I went in. In my full u, but in my school shoes. I was practically running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Tan, can I take my socks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." *Cue laughter.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, but must be quick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Mrs Tan." *Big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time, I wanted to leave my stuff in class. In my full u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs Tan. can I leave my stuff in class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." *Cue even more laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, one second!" *Cue even more laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Mrs Tan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan can be soo amusing sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at the Singa Lion. Yi Jing's button came out! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our horror, the bus was so small! And the ride there was super bumpy. I felt like puking. I eventually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told each other jokes, then we found extra foldable seats attached to the two-seaters! While everybody left their bags on those extra centre seats, I sat on mine at the back, cos Yue Yi 'kicked' me out! And I got the feeling that everytime I looked in front, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; were staring at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At HTA, we marched in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session was quite ok, but a lot of schools finished their 'eight rounds' very fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school kept chionging to practise, but we only practised twice cos the FI won't let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lee was quite funny. She asked me why I had no total defence badge, then I told her my whole squad didn't have. She asked why, and I asked her why back. I told her that our NCOs were checking... from Sec 1 till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked for our Sec 1 NCO. Ok, so that was fine. Then I told her our Sec 2NCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Sec 2 NCO was Wanlin and Audrey ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is Audrey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to Evelyn ma'am and asked the same question!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. She doesn't remember who Audrey was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"那个小小子的，戴眼镜的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Evelyn ma'am's reply. LOL!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she'd check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I asked her about my SANA badge. She said that she'd check first. Well, that was after saying I should have done a make-up at the end of last year. But I told her Mrs Tan helped me check and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; said do with the Sec 2s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yue Yi and I caught Mdm Lee dozing off during the session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now she knows how we feel during her lessons!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was from Yue Yi. Hahaha. So evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later Yue Yi and I helped her carry her uniform. Even though I look down on the hat, I still found it pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Mdm Lee the heavier one in the end! Hahaha. So evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, I'm still upset. Major is too mild to describe what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll do my best. After all, what is one more major disappointment in my life? I don't want to live so long anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5449791001099685015?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5449791001099685015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5449791001099685015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5449791001099685015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5449791001099685015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/whist.html' title='WHIST'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2928619537430961676</id><published>2010-05-15T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:51:38.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE GIRL IN 21 GUNS LOOKS DAMN CUTE!!! ditto the guy, he just looks emo. I LOVE THE FEMALE VERSION OF 21 GUNS!!! THE GIRL LOOKS DAMN CUTE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2928619537430961676?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2928619537430961676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2928619537430961676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2928619537430961676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2928619537430961676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-in-21-guns-looks-damn-cute-ditto.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6369801516016184970</id><published>2010-05-15T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:50:58.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>FALL!!!</title><content type='html'>FALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 May: I could have missed Jason Ng's lesson and could have been training at HQ. But I'm not. Upset. But at least I'm happy to spend time with my squadmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuits was ok. Much easier than any other I remembered. What made it more memorable was that it was one of my first times being together with my squad(ok, half) since a long time and doing the full activity with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down thrice. Think I skidded. I crashed into Venetia once(SORRY), not my fault, I couldn't stop! Then I crashed into Amy (Hey, she and Min Hui were standing there while the ball was flying! But I tried to stop! HAHAHA!). Then I grabbed the ball but Boyu stepped on my hand (Surprisngl weightless. I was expecting to feel something. Probably adrenaline!). Then I tried to slide for the ball, then tried to stop, but either I slipped or I tripped(I dunno), but I fell. My elbow scraped across the surface(ouch). When I stood up, my elbow was hurting and bleeding. I tried to stop them bleeding with my shirt, but my shirt came away with bloodtsains! A great way to end a great game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jia ma'am got Jing Ting to administer first aid on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running my wound under the tap freaking stung. And I kept trying to move my elbow away from the alcohol swap(which is faster? alcohol swap. which is more painful? iodine. !!!) and I kept shifting away from her until Jia Jia ma'am gripped my hand tightly. It stung. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the Sec 4s came over. Jia Jia ma'am asked Alethea ma'am about which guaze to use(Jia Jia and Sarah were having asort of 'arguement' over whichone and which side to use). Well, the one already on my elbow won. Later they looked for scissors(no scissors!) so they took Sarah ma'am's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so later Keng Yi ma'am came over and she and Jia Jia ma'am had an animated discussion of me tagging unglam pics of them and how I flood their inbox(yippee!). Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drills was ok, although I still feel like a duck and I hit my hand on the blue metal pillar(there was a metallic sound, followed by a throbbing feeling in my hand!). Hahaha. The spar shed is really too small. Why can't we use the elbow dress? Min Hui can teach us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we combined with Sec 4s. Quite ok. Although I still have difficulties catching up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squad interation was embarrassing. I didn't notice Evelyn ma'am coming and continued teasing Boyu. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was livelier than any other interaction(read my lips: evaluation) that we'd ever had. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side was hurting again. Sometimes hurt, sometimes like the skin was stretched so taut that I was afraid it would tear. Venetia asked me to go see a doc, but it's already past a year! Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when changing, I just stripped off my NP shirt and pulled on my PE shirt, &lt;em&gt;in front of the window&lt;/em&gt;!!!! Monique told me that I had been 'violated', cos all the Guiders saw me and were laughing. Hahaha. Note to self: change under the table next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking randomly on the train, switching subjects from Yi Jing to Siew Kei to NDP. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6369801516016184970?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6369801516016184970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6369801516016184970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6369801516016184970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6369801516016184970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/fall.html' title='FALL!!!'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4925033594065921067</id><published>2010-05-15T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:28:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? They just broke our heart. We're not going for NDP anymore cos there're too many people. Then why invite so many darn people? It was ridiculous, but I will not go into the details. Jeraldine's been stopping herself to talk about AP, cos I get super emotional. Hey, who won't, coupled with the stress of flunking Chinese (It really wasn't my fault this time) and my bio and english are like shit. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, I've got my Saturdays free again. And we're gonna do CIP. And we get to go for Unit Outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4925033594065921067?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4925033594065921067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4925033594065921067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4925033594065921067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4925033594065921067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/guess-what-they-just-broke-our-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2874591442712245073</id><published>2010-05-10T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:06:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GONNA MARCH IN NDP! FRIDAY IS THE FIRST TRAINING! I DO HOPE THAT I'LL NOT END UP AS A RESERVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2874591442712245073?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2874591442712245073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2874591442712245073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2874591442712245073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2874591442712245073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-gonna-march-in-ndp-friday-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6468270329273899219</id><published>2010-05-09T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:45:32.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>SEC THREE LEADERSHIP CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEC THREE LEADERSHIP CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sec 3 Leadership Camp. 5 to 7 May This will be one of the most wonderful and memorable camps of my life so far. Maybe it’s because of the closeness I have felt with my classmates, the fun, the games, everything.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIRST DAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The morning of the camp, everybody gathered at the basketball court. Instructors for High Achievers were already there. We were all excited and ready to go. Fanny and I were trying to spot our instructors. We were hoping for females, but we got two males, a guy wearing a bandana and a guy who looked suspiciously like Gladys (we asked, but he doesn’t know Gladys… Although he &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; from the Hwa Chong NPCC unit *&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;ARGH*, so I guess he is her relative in CCA&lt;/span&gt;). Ok, so we were evil. We called them Banana Guy (cos Fanny couldn’t pronounce ‘bandana’ properly) and Gay Guy (cos he looked feminine and he does resemble Gladys, hey several squadmates and one senior affirmed it!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Evil, yeah well, they’re called Arfiz and Chris (Yuen Mun). Chris was the instructor for my group (Group 12!!!). He’s a really nice guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so we took the bus there. We had to leave Fanny’s marshmallows and cookies under her desk (OMG! It’s still there!!!) cos we thought Donald Duck will check our bags (she didn’t). We had to stuff our phone (batteries out!) into a garbage bag (Pauline, Elbie, Fanny, Rachel and I shared an NTUC bag before stuffing it into the garbage bag).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pauline kept waving out of the bus to random people and shoved reflective sunglasses on her face! Hahaha. I dunno whether it was aviator sunglasses or not. Looked like, though. Slept in the bus after failed attempts to get people to sing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So the bus journey was uneventful, except that my bag kept falling onto the aisle cos Fanny’s bag was too heavy and kept pushing my bag out. We stuck our legs onto the back of Rachel’s and Pauline’s seat. Comfortable! Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we finally reached there, we were all staring excitedly at the rope challenges. We couldn’t even wait for the challenges to start!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So after a super long program briefing on the objectives and aims of the camp by Ms Rockey, Ms Lim and Mdm Suah, we went to do our SWOT analysis. Bit ridiculous, but I guess it was necessary to classify your strengths and weaknesses. As if I don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, I don’t really remember much, just that we went to our huts. I think we went to the high elements, or was it lunch first?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok , anyway, so the Challenge Rope Course (CRC). It was fun. We did the challenge pole or ‘leap of faith’ first. It’s literally a leap of faith. You’ve gotta climb up to this platform bout 10 metres (or was it storey? It seems much more than that), jump and try to catch a pole (like those gymnasts’ poles) bout 5 paces away. It’s really far when you’re up there. The best part is that the platform isn’t attached to anything, so it shakes when there’s weight on it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fanny went up first. She took awhile, then jumped, but didn’t reach it. Then it was my turn…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I strapped on the harness and prepared myself to go up. Pauline gave me a hug and I began my ascent. Climbing up was relatively easy. Fanny yelled at me not to look down and I didn’t. I was feeling more confident. That was until I got onto the platform…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I looked down, I wasn’t really bothered by the height. Yep, for once, this acrophobic puppy wasn’t scared of the height, even though it was very very very very very high up. No, I was afraid of falling. See, I was afraid of that sensation you get whenever the roller coaster plunges down. That feeling in your tummy, like it’s getting yanked out from under you and you have no way of stopping yourself from smashing onto the ground. Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, according to Chris, I was up there, shaking like crazy, for 5-7 minutes. Fantabulous. I know that I couldn’t straighten my knees, cos I was so scared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried to tell myself that hey, my classmates were all cheering for me. Why let them down? Didn’t work. Then the instructor told me that I had another 2 minutes before I had to climb down. Didn’t work either, though I was thinking bout what a failure it would be… I felt like crying up there and I had to breathe really really hard just to calm myself down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, after 4-5 false starts, I jumped. I was aiming for the pole, but I guess after feeling the harness rope tugging me, my first reaction was to grab &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; rope and shut my eyes real tight. So the last thing I saw before falling was the pole, before that horrible sensation started in my abdomen. It was so scary. I felt so much like crying. I stayed curled up until my feet touched the ground and I could feel Pauline hugging me. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Pauline’s right sleeve. Weird, but heck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My legs kept shaking like crazy for a while after that. They felt like jelly and I thought I’d fall while walking. Well, after watching the rest of my classmates (especially Pauline!!!) catch the pole so easily, I felt like an utter failure. But I console myself with the fact that I jumped, not fell or climbed down! Still, it did feel shiok after a while! Adrenaline rush!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jessie was the best. We told her that she didn’t need to jump, just walk off the platform. Also, her platform barely shook. Power! She did catch the pole, but she also jumped. It would have been amusing if she just walked off the platform!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I learnt one valuable lesson from the challenge pole. I’ll never be able to commit suicide by jumping off a building. I’d be too frozen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We did low elements later. Trawling and air ball. They were quite fun, difficult too. We had new ‘friends’, xiao bai and xiao xin, who ‘caught’ the ball that we threw out of boundaries!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinner was quite nice! I loved the veg!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ms Lim went to me and she asked us ‘npcc people’ to raise the flag. Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Showers were horrible. There was a huge queue and the people didn’t want to hurry. My class was one of the last classes and as a result, many people didn’t get to bathe. Rachel Lew was super angry (I know she’ll kill me, but she looks cute when she’s angry!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sleeping was worse. It was so annoying, people just kept talking and talking and talking. Ms Lim was scolding classes and we prayed that she won’t go up since all our shoes were up there. But I really loved her, cos when she was around, the classes were quiet. For once, I wished Monkey was around. Our legs stuck out of the hut and whenever we heard Ms Lim, we had to stick our legs back in. it was so uncomfortable too and super cramped, since I was sharing the space with Fanny and Pauline and we were all tall people! I woke up with this pain at the base of my head the next morning. The pain migrated to my left ear (I still have it!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The second day started off well enough. Ok, so Ms Lim talked to us. Yeah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Xin Xuan and Lucia raised the flag, so I asked Venetia to let us raise the flag on Friday. It was quite amusing, they were all Jeraldine’s ‘people’. She was shouting the commands, Yi Jing, Qi Jun, Xin Xuan and Lucia were raising. Well, Friday would be Venetia’s people!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeraldine was wearing the AP shirt with the crest (which she wasn’t supposed to…) Still, she looked damn cool, like a CI! I felt damn proud! NP rocks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so quite ok. We did 6 hours of outdoor stuff (cut short by lightning alert). We did low elements first. It was damn fun! Fanny and I always volunteered to be supporters! My favourite was the low wall. I got people to step on my palms and gave them a boost up. The high wall was surprisingly easier, less painful too. But I couldn’t swing my leg up high enough, so they helped me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fidget ladder was also fun. Chris demonstrated, but he fell off! The whole ladder overturned and he just went smack back down onto the stones. Scary! It was easy!!! Very!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spider’s Web was fun. We carried people, super fun! I got free hugs!!! I like to say that I was so loveable that my classmates gave me free hugs, but they later hated me, so they stepped on me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The balancing log too. That was fun. Until it tilted! When the log went down, it felt so much like a roller coaster. I hated that sensation. I stayed on, but lost my balance and jumped off. Although I did land on my butt…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was another one where two people had to stand on 2 lines and to press their palms together and walk. I got paired with Kit Wei. My legs kept shaking! Hahaha. Almost as bad as the leap of faith. Everybody said that my legs shook the most!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was the devil’s finger. Fanny and I got Jessie to stand on our shoulders. I used the wrong shoulder and it hurt like hell. At least I learnt that my left shoulder is not as strong as my right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;High elements was quite ok. The first part was mainly cheering our classmates on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But when Gillaine climbed up and Shan Qi was preparing to climb, there was lightning alert. Poor Gillaine had to climb down. And I didn’t get to do the belaying! Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Venetia as doing the leap of faith. Hao Yi and I kept cheering for her from the opposite! She kept shaking too! Hahaha. We were yelling at her to jump! We kept cheering her on and I guess some of her classmates gave us weird looks (when I told Venetia, she gave me her look and in mock annoyance, I hope, said that she could hear us!). She finally jumped and did what I did, cling onto the rope!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We did some wet weather games. Not that exciting, except the marble on ewe played during YCS camp. Gwee found it sooo amusing. Hahaha! I had to agree too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So later we went back. Quite ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fanny insisted on going…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was this girl, Olivia who stayed up there for 20 minutes! Ms Lim talked to her and finally, she jumped. Everybody cheered for her when she jumped! We all literally stood still and watched her she jumped! We could tell that she was crying. Ms Lim gave her the hug she promised!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was fun being on the belay team. Everytime somebody completed the course, Pauline and I would lead the class in a cheer for that person!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got Gwee to say “SAVE THE EARTH!” up there! She was supposed to say it in the centre, but heck! Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grace’s instructor danced to Nobody up on the log! Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My voice went all squeaky after that, just like after YCS camp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The campfire was great! I was on super zi high mood!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were super funny parts. Like Something Wrong (her name’s Kim Rong) talking about anecdotes about what happened (hilarious! The super lucky person in the centre!) and Just Ice! Chief Sean (he is single, he is available, but I am desirable! EWWWWWW!) kept saying his cheesy lines!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When our time to perform came, we were all prepared!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peng you, friends forever and at the beginning! I was on a super high mood and I just kept going on. The remixed version was beyond me, so I just stoned. Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During each interlude, we stood up and tried to follow the actions. Chris was a bit robotic, but he was damn cute, his deep dimples (muscle retardation!!) and teeth kept flashing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All the performances were super entertaining!!! The instructors’ performance was cute too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chief Sean performed for us too! But he blackmailed us into doing the handsome clap. I thought they were going to go waaaaaaaa after that, but they didn’t. At least I did!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something Rong went about asking which instructor some classes were having a crash on. When it came to Chris, we screamed! And I told her that we were very loyal to him (cos when she asked whether we liked her we weren’t that prepared and she said that ‘loyalty, you’re not that loyal!). Chris turned around, grinned and thanked us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got some new versions of LOL: Loyalty on Laughter/Laughing-gas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Laugh out, Loyalty!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha! LOL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The best was Truth. Cos their instructor asked if she didn’t catch the pole, whether they’d love her, and they said no!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So it was, the truth will set you free, but the truth hurts!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was great!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chloe and I didn’t need to say the supper prayer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We lowered the flag, hahaha, the knots were ok to untie. Chris asked if we were practicing and I just started laughing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The same problems cropped up when we were about to sleep. I took even longer to sleep and the headache still remained. Sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pauline didn’t want to share her sleeping bag. I sympathized with her cos the floor was super hard with only one layer. But Fanny didn’t get it and she went about calling Pauline an annoying git. Seriously, she’s the annoying git. When everybody wanted to have a go at the high elements, she just insisted on going again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last day! So sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah, Venetia’s people raised the flag today! Tiffany, Rochelle, Min Hui and I!!! Venetia was shouting the commands, and somehow, I’ve got no idea why, I felt damn proud of her. Just last night, she was freaking out over whether she was loud enough or not and that she was less confident than Jeraldine. But she did it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We practiced with the flag on, cos Ms Lim said that it was ok. The rope was thin and I was so scared it would drop. But it didn’t!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later, we had to write thank you/sorry/or any other notes for our friends. I wrote to Venetia, Pauline, Donald Duck and Chris!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I DIDN’T HAVE TO CLEAN THE TOILETS!!! We cleaned huts 1 to 4 instead!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was great. We kept singing the banana song again (Rachel said that the song was still stuck in her head!)! Fanny was annoying, cos I was trying to teach Hao Yi the we cheer and she said that this was not np. Seriously, the only np thing about the cheer was the marching part and we could easily change that. Mostly, it said sng. Annoying git.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still, it was quite ok!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prize presentation!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jia Wen and Elbie were the winners!!! Yippee!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elbie would have preferred best class cos of internal politics. I agreed, cos I was disappointed when it wasn’t me. I mean, who won’t?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, Ms Lim wanted us to lower the flag.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shouted across the mph for Venetia. Everybody was staring at me before she did! I was like, Venetia! Venetia! Venetia Yeo! Hahaha! Ms Lim told us to just lower, but Min Hui and I waited for Venetia first! I lowered the state flag! But I felt damn bad cos Venetia wanted to lower…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like the flags!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we were on the bus back and I saw the scouts camp (their flagpoles are so much cooler!) and I saw the cemetery that I missed (cos I was asleep). I slept the whole way back after that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we got back, I saw Jemie, Carrie and their classmates playing basketball. I ran back to class cos I thought my keys were in my locker (they were in my pencil case). I rushed to the toilet instead. Then used yi xian’s bottle to water our corn (its fantabulous! The leaves were brown and the soil was crumbly). The classrooms still felt cool!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot about Fanny’s snacks… Oops. They’re still under the table. They must be alive and breeding by now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I met up with Rochelle and we went to Macs, but Fanny left. It was freaking crowded. Mel told me that my ‘favourite’ instructor (CHRIS!!!) was in the toilet. Hahaha. Rochelle and I asked how he polished his boots and he said he sucked at polishing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coke never tasted so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know Venetia's gonna kill me, but she looks damn super cute when she lets down her fringe! Like a kid!!!!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 3 days went past in a flash. It seemed just like yesterday when I dashed back to class to stuff Fanny’s food under her desk, yet it’s now been so long after the camp. The camp opened my eyes and allowed us to bond more as a class. Very enjoyable!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DAYS LATER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I find Chris’ fb page. I might have found his blog, but I dunno. Maybe he is too guai to have fb! But we found the other instructors… Never mind! I found references to his name! And Rachel also couldn’t find me. But we’ll continue!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The pain is still there. Sad. Ouch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so damn tired I missed ghost Whisperer!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I MISS CAMP!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SEC THREE LEADERSHIP CAMP ROCKS!!! I WANT ANOTHER ONE!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~fin~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6468270329273899219?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6468270329273899219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6468270329273899219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6468270329273899219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6468270329273899219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/05/sec-three-leadership-camp.html' title='SEC THREE LEADERSHIP CAMP'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4450646510307811385</id><published>2010-03-31T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:11:59.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>STC (TRIATHLON)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STC (TRIATHLON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;STC was in short, both horrible and great. I had mixed feelings bout it, but there’ll always be activities that were most vivid for me.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Triathlon!!! Now that was nice. We were riding tandem bikes. Unfortunately we had to wear helmets. In our PE shirt and slacks. Felt like freaking Sec 1s. Stupidly volunteered to cycle with one of those people who can’t cycle, seeing that I can’t even walk straight. Plus, I like to go fast… And I’ve never ridden a tandem bike before. Anyway, supposed to pair up with Jing Ting. But we wobbled too much. She screamed and kept leaning to one side. The height of the bike did not do me justice either. It was too high. I like bikes where your feet can actually touch the ground. Believe me or not, I actually feel safer. Cos when I fall, I’ll stick my legs out first. And if I don’t feel the ground, I panic. So the lower the better. But obviously not &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; low.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So I swapped partners with Mel. Venetia! She was staring at me with &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; eyes. Like the ‘don’t you dare make me fall or you’ll get it look’. Or something like that. She does have a lot of those types of looks(heeheehee!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Yeah, so we got the smaller bike. Bit embarrassing(for me), cos Evelyn took one look at me trying to get onto the taller bike and said that it was obviously too high for me(she said in Chinese, I’m so fantabulous at translating!). So we got it instead of Qi Jun and Lucia(considering that I was so much shorter than QI Jun…). My balance was so much better after that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So we went, with Venetia trying to let me graciously allow people to go first. And telling me how her sister wanted to come and if she came she’d probably ride with her or if Min Hui came, she’d probably ride with her instead of me and that… Basically, she didn’t wanna ride with me probably cos I was reckless and didn’t probably care whether I lived or died(big evil grin).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I now know why Venetia’s in an EC class. She found such an effective way of braking that it stopped me from paddling 99 out of 100 times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So everytime I went to fast or wanted to overtake people she didn’t want me to, she’d step down on her own paddle and that would stop mine too. It worked, except for one time during the beginning when I was going at full speed. And whenever she did that, I’d shout at her to let me paddle. The people in front always turned around to laugh at me(sulk, sulk).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;K, so she did let me overtake people. But mostly we were in the middle of nowhere, which was fine by me. Being the last was not my favourite position. Although Evelyn ma’am would probably be around to help in case of an accident…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Like when I rode over drain covers and lost my footing. I stuck out my legs, contemplating whether to crash or not. And Venetia was behind me screaming. So, yeah, she made that decision for me. If I crashed, it was either I died straight out, or she’d kill me first(though I actually doubt whether she would…).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Venetia thinks resistance 6 is too much. But it feels almost the same as number 1. Actually, both feel the same when you’re tired, so I feel that it’s better to have number 6 first, so that you can actually feel the relief later on. But Venetia couldn’t stand it, so it was number 1 full-time. Pff, she actually created her own resistance. And &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;she’s&lt;/i&gt; complaining! Hahaha!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Later, we stopped to help another pair, forgot who. Boyu? Sizheng? I know Jemie and Rochelle stopped, but I dun think it as their bike. The chain was off, and I tried to put it back. Past experience(from Pulau Ubin), told me it was useless. But anyway, I got my hands black. In the end, Evelyn ma’am came and shooed us away. While we were walking back, the bike toppled over due to the strong winds. Luckily, I took out the basket, or it would have toppled earlier and our bottles/first aid kit would have gotten sandy, just like the handles. Or maybe it came from the chain…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The wind was super strong. Like air-conditioning. That cold. And so good!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So later, we were running(no timing, cos the bikes came super super late). Ok, not running, jogging. Ok, ok, I exaggerated. Walking. Tiff, Venetia, Jing Ting and me. Chased by Pan Shin ma’am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We were not the last! But because got casualties behind. Hahaha. Yeah. Super tired at the end, my sides kept hurting, but we kept going. When we finished, it was utter SATISFACTION!!! Like, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;OMG, we’re done, we’ done!!! WHOOP!!! WHOOP!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Hahaha. My fav line for the cycling leg?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;It’s like you’ve got amnesia. You’re cycling fast, feeling the wind whip past your face. A feeling of euphoria descends. Somebody tries to overtake you. Instinct trumps common sense and you paddle furiously. Before you know it, the paddle stops and you lurch forward in surprise. Then you hear Venetia’s voice screaming at you, voice filled with panic. Still, you obey her. Sort of, anyway. You start screaming at her to let you paddle even as other cyclists pass you, laughing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, Venetia lets you start paddling again. And the whole happy cycle continues.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I doubt Venetia will ever cycle with me ever again. Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4450646510307811385?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4450646510307811385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4450646510307811385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4450646510307811385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4450646510307811385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/03/stc-triathlon.html' title='STC (TRIATHLON)'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2800844379147087939</id><published>2010-03-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:30:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna post bout STC. Maybe after writing the reflection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2800844379147087939?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2800844379147087939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2800844379147087939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2800844379147087939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2800844379147087939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-post-bout-stc.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-467572259392887644</id><published>2010-03-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:30:18.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We didn't get in. I feel so damn sad. More than sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-467572259392887644?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/467572259392887644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=467572259392887644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/467572259392887644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/467572259392887644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-didnt-get-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4602930755838874109</id><published>2010-02-25T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:26:05.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently using my P5 phone. Sucks. My new phone blacks out and is very slow. Set it for servicing. PLEASE COME HOME QUICKLY. My current phone sucks. Can't use xiao gu's old phone. It's practically falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4602930755838874109?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4602930755838874109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4602930755838874109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4602930755838874109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4602930755838874109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-currently-using-my-p5-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2915870846319117225</id><published>2010-02-25T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:41:05.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>CLASSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLASSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classification Shoot today. Damn happy. I'm getting my marksmanship badge. Shot 70 out of 80. However, I might not get into Shoot Comm, cos there're 5 people whose scores are better than mine. Still, classi was great. Super fun:D HTA seems like a great place. And I'm absolutely in love with the .22 revolver and bullets. That power in your hands, that thrill, that wonderful recoil. And that single-mindedness. Fantabulous. Brilliant. It's like I'm addicted to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campcraft Competition is on Saturday. While I'm a reserve, I like to console myself by saying that we're still one of the best! Hahaha. Yeah, egoistic me! The competition is on Saturday. OMG!!! Pray for rain? Maybe. Probably not. It's our great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemie ma'am's getting the councilor to read a prayer for CCC over the PA system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sms reads like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, I got ths councilor to read a praer for ccc over the pa system tmr! Do listen out for it :-D May you have the strength, determination &amp;amp; blessings from above for tmr &amp;amp; Sat! Have a good rest today! Cheers, Jemie (Someone pls help tell Rochelle. Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Exact copy, word for word. Yeah. Well, JIA YOU CCC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get into the finals. We'll be the champions. We go in with the mentality to win, not to not lost. (Words of wisdom from Evelyn ma'am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today's Ming Li ma'am birthday. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a coporal now! 2 silver stripes. Got promoted the same day as Sec 1 Orientation(which totally sucked on my watch, my fault). Well, at least I've got an extra pair of stripes to console myself. And I'll work doubly hard when I'm given a new opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2915870846319117225?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2915870846319117225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2915870846319117225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2915870846319117225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2915870846319117225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/02/classi.html' title='CLASSI'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8284829209159769011</id><published>2010-02-25T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:54:15.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'>THE PING PONG JOKE - COURTESY OF MEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PING PONG JOKE - COURTESY OF MEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;One day, a father told himself that when his son was six, he would give him anything he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So on his sixth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his seventh birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his eighth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his ninth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his tenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his eleventh birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twelfth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, it's your PSLE year. Do you want some money to spend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "No Dad. I want a red ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his thirteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his fourteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his fifteenth birthday, the father asked his son,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a red ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his sixteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, it's your O level year. Do you want an iPod?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "No Dad, I want a green ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his seventeenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a green ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his eighteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, you can finally drive. Do you want a car?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "No Dad, I want a blue ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his nineteenth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a blue ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twentieth birthday, the father got so curious. He asked his son, “Boy ah, why do you want so many ping pong balls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I will write you a letter when I'm thirty years old, explaining everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The father said, "OK. What do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The son replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-first birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-second birthday, the father asked his son,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-third birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-fourth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want a white ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-fifth birthday, the impatient father told his son, “Boy ah, remember the letter in five years, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "Yes Dad. I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-sixth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-seventh birthday, the father asked his son,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-eighth birthday, the father asked his son, “Boy ah, what do you want for your birthday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his twenty-ninth birthday, the father told his son, “Boy ah, remember that letter next year, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "Yes Dad. I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;On his thirtieth birthday, the father told his son, “Boy ah, remember that letter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The boy replied, "Yes Dad, it's on your office table. I want an orange ping pong ball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So the father gave it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Unfortunately, while going home, the son died. The father was so upset that he mourned for a whole week. When he finally went to his office, he saw the letter and was happier, thinking, I shall finally know what my son wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Just as he was going to open the letter, a gust of wind blew it out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The father ran down twenty flights of stairs and started chasing the letter. Finally it landed in the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;The father caught up with the letter. He was so happy. Opening the letter, he felt a moment of anticipation. He looked at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;THE INK WAS ALL SMUDGED! So he never knew why the son wanted all those ping pong balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Hahaha. It sounds better when said in person! Blame this on Mel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8284829209159769011?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8284829209159769011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8284829209159769011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8284829209159769011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8284829209159769011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/02/ping-pong-joke-courtesy-of-mel.html' title='THE PING PONG JOKE - COURTESY OF MEL'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8305976042742068124</id><published>2010-02-18T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:00:06.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINHONG's PICS:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINHONG's PICS:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/S31G8hIAQKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/diSUhZWa7zo/s1600-h/SH+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439581930431463586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/S31G8hIAQKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/diSUhZWa7zo/s320/SH+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/S31G7po4nZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RuQfiPlOrCo/s1600-h/SH+1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439581915536989586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/S31G7po4nZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RuQfiPlOrCo/s320/SH+1+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No difference? It looks different to yours truly(a.k.a. the photographer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sinhong, you got your wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T BASH ME!!!&lt;/span&gt; It looked way nicer on the wall!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8305976042742068124?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8305976042742068124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8305976042742068124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8305976042742068124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8305976042742068124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-difference-it-looks-different-to.html' title='SINHONG&apos;s PICS:D'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/S31G8hIAQKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/diSUhZWa7zo/s72-c/SH+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1818310044936863559</id><published>2010-02-03T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:58:24.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am typing this with 2 fingers. Imagine the wonderful speed I have. Campcraft has caused blisters to appear on places I never knew would have blisters... I can't brush my teeth, pull up my pants, hold my pen, or even switch on the lights properly, not without feeling pain. Not complaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted! Corporal now, two stripes!!! Yeah! First batch, finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Welcome Party was a total disaster for me. It brings new meaning to my responsibility. But thanks to all my wonderful comm mates. Never could have accomplished anything without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests, tests, tests. Heavy heavy heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYTD ending soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1818310044936863559?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1818310044936863559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1818310044936863559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1818310044936863559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1818310044936863559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-typing-this-with-2-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1250858680930747458</id><published>2010-01-15T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:39:47.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>I'M IN CAMPCRAFT COMM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M IN CAMPCRAFT COMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today. History and Bio are by far the most interesting subjects. We were begging Mrs Tan to tell us more about the Tsar and Tsarina, even though we had yet to cover Russia. Then, cos it was recess by then, we stood outside Unity, watching the video that Sharon Law had bout trenches. Everybody was crowded outside and she looked out as if to ask, "What's happening?" And Bio was interesting too. Ms Praveena is a really good teacher, much better than Molly! Mr Teoh is fantabulous too! He gave us time to rest and his explanations are really thorough. Jason Ng came in looking like a flaming banana. He looked funny, but his shirt really made me stand out. I still don't like Donald Duck, but HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy. Giving up AP for this seemed like a ludicrous idea, but Rochelle and I risked it and here we are!!! No more CIP(it was supposed to be punishment if we didn't get in cos we gave up AP)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Zhen ma'am said that it was a risk, but we took it(mostly based on her encouraging words!) and we made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mde me feel lousy. Especially with the tryouts and the SC. Shouting took a toll on my already weakened throat and even as I type, I'm still coughing. Small price to pay, it seems. Pan Shin, Sylvia and Evelyn ma'ams were in charge. I didn't manage to pitch the tent, but hey, I was already feeling demoralised. Rochelle and I were so sure we'd already screwed i up(cos everything was loose and Pan Shin ma'am didn't even look my way). We were discussing about CIP even before knowing our results, surely thinking that we gave up the wonderful opportunity of a comfirmed place in AP(and CCA points) for the dismay and disappoinment of not getting into CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they read out our names, so faint that we didn't even realise that we had been called, we were so happy. Our dreams(too kua zhang!) had been realised! Even though we've heard bout how tough it was, it was something we wanted to do. Between up and sweaty or down and dirty, I'd choose down and dirty. Come to think of it, it never was my forte for perfect drills! And the best part is that it doesn't clash with shoot comm(PLEASE LET ME GET IN!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, squad evaluation was normal. But the CIs came in, so we had to be good. By the time they left, there wasn't enough time for games. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC was ok. But Nicea ma'am said that I was too soft. She said to use our diaphragm too. But how? And that reminds me too much of Peiling. But Nicea ma'am was nice. And she wasn't so short too, not next to Evelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lee is the new OC. How will this fare for the unit as a whole? Will she be as good as Mr Choo? We're all crossing our fingers. And the Sec 1s! Will they choose us for their four years in St Nicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'RE SEC 3S NOW!!! I still can't believe it. But I must. Upper sec is different. More challenging, but hey, where's the fun if there're no risks and challenges?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1250858680930747458?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1250858680930747458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1250858680930747458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1250858680930747458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1250858680930747458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-campcraft-comm.html' title='I&apos;M IN CAMPCRAFT COMM!!!'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5389284117137275987</id><published>2010-01-14T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:10:52.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MS CHEONG IS OFFICIALLY A HOUSEWIFE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5389284117137275987?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5389284117137275987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5389284117137275987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5389284117137275987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5389284117137275987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/01/ms-cheong-is-officially-housewife.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6408200298957285467</id><published>2010-01-04T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:38:33.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>3 LOYALTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 LOYALTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of school was uneventful. At least less eventful than what the first day of Sec 3, the &lt;em&gt;upper&lt;/em&gt; sec, would be like. I can't believe it. I'm Sec 3. I'm taking Chi O levels this year. It's our probation year. I'm... &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha, well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tang lao shi is my form teacher. I almost died when I realised. &lt;em&gt;Why must they do this to me???&lt;/em&gt; Are Chi lessons not enough? Now I must speak Chi &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt;!!! And she's the first Chi teacher(apart from Lin lao shi and that was what, pri school) to teach me two years in a row! NOOOOOOO!!! &lt;em&gt;My life is over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Christina Tan is my Math/AMath teacher. She seemed ok, almost like that NP figure(not really). I hope she's ok. I'd hate to have another Clement Tan/Mr Lee/Julia Yeo again. I'd rather have a Bernice/Tan LH again. Note, all inspiring Math teachers so far have been in &lt;em&gt;pri&lt;/em&gt; school. What is that saying? I hope this year will be different, especially with AMath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Praveena is my bio teacher. She played 20 Questions with us, left quite a good impression. I hope she's not like Molly, I can't fail bio again. Not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Ng is my Eng teacher, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. That's two teachers from Sec 2. He's more serious, more naggy, more, well, not fun. He got this idea for Jason's Little Book of Words, Words, Words, Words, Words for the Vocab Book, which Fanny(and the rest of the class) disagreed on. Well Mr Ng, sad to say, your jokes are getting lamer and lamer. Harsh, but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME is taught by Mr Foo Kwee Horng. He's quite ok, talks quite a far bit, but so far ok. I don't think there'll be anymore CMECS, since Mr Jega was complaining about there being so little time there was last year. But I'm not complaining much. It'll be nice to spend CME with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Seth Tan is my SS teacher. He's quite ok, with this easy-going boyish face. Too innocent. He says that his subject is propaganda. Whoa, coming from a baby-faced teacher. Hahaha. He's teacher-in-charge for St Johns, used to be for NP, but NP always gets new teachers before they drift away. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lily Tan is my history teacher. Quite sad that I didn't get Sharon Law(I love History cos of her), but I'm starting to change my opinion. Mrs Tan is a really interesting teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen was crowded. Very crowded. So crowded that I didn't eat real food. We(Min Hui, Rochelle, Val ,Yi Han - is it spelt correctly? - and I) ended up walking around, eating ice cream, chatting with people and doing what-nots. The school's ok, classroom's isolated, but yeah. But I don't know where the lib is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Ms Yang, Lovin and Zoey(I think Cheng Mun was there, don't remember). I waved, they stared and didn't wave back, I waved again, but they still &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; wave back! Man, everyone(not Ms Yang and gang) was laughing. Why won't they wave back??? I'm being nice and friendly here! But hey, nice shirts(they wore the true blue shirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have our timetables, so, we spent the better part of our time guessing which teachers would come in. Everytime a teacher walked pass, we'd be like, &lt;em&gt;whoo&lt;/em&gt;. But still, guessing's fun. But not when your worst fears always come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at the back. Hahaha! Just can't hear or see much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Xuan(and the other retained pupils) is(are) in Min Hui's/Rochelle's class(3 Unity). Min Hui says she follows them everywhere(I think it's a coincidence - DON'T SMACK ME!!!). Qi Jun's mum is their form teacher(Seth Tan was supposed to be their form teacher, but 3P, the original class TSK was form teacher of, was Qi Jun's class, so they swapped). My uniform parts are still scattered around S'pore. My classroom is near the NP room(and hence the spars and the lizards/spiders). Amazingly, it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; clean. I'm Lit rep(I voluteered, and Tang lao shi was saying how she wanted to see such enthusiasm in my Chi(I'm &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; good in translating! Ha!). Min Hui's class is right next to mine. And 3 Loyalty might not be such a bad class after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6408200298957285467?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6408200298957285467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6408200298957285467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6408200298957285467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6408200298957285467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-loyalty.html' title='3 LOYALTY'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2685629856391839229</id><published>2010-01-04T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:12:43.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOREA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KOREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea was ok, got lost(WCE and MME helped me - the only reason I'm calling her that is because I don't know her name and that one was wearing a white cat ears hairband and the other was wearing a minny mouse hair band and the other was well, I don't really remember, at Lotte World Theme Park - but thanks!), got kicked in the face by Bee-Boy(I now understand the true meaning of 'swelling in the face') and lots of things. It was fun, the photos were nice(mostly of bus interior) but yeah, Korea was nice. Won't want to go back though, I hate flying. Currently, major turbulence lies on par with injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flying. I love ships, cos you can feel the wave rocking and besides, I can swim. I love being on a bus, with its gales of air-conditioning and besides, I know that I can run. But I HATE flying on a plane, cos you're high up in the air, the plane's shaking from all that turbulence(like a rollercoaster, the only one I dared to ride on was the kids' one), and I CAN'T FLY. I hate flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apart from the flying and the vomiting and the cold(some of it), korea was fun. Skiing(mostly on the board), swimming(at Blue Canyon, FUN!!) and the bus. I loved the trip, it was ok(bit overrated though), spent well within my budget of $50(only  spent $17 on games, ice cream and a gift for Mingzhen, Min Hui and Ms Wu - don't be jealous, I have my reasons) and best of all, had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2685629856391839229?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2685629856391839229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2685629856391839229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2685629856391839229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2685629856391839229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2010/01/korea.html' title='KOREA'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6236640160293791520</id><published>2009-12-16T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:05:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOA!!! Going to Korea on Friday!!! That means i won't be going for POP, but after what I saw on Lovin's blog, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee. Supposed to go last year, but not complaining. I'll get to ski and ride on horses(cool). Yeah, will be super cold, but hey, it'll be fun. Hopefully. Back on Christmas, Mummy says we'll probably attend the Korean mass. Thank God(excuse the pun) for masses that are standardised worldwide. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys' b'dae is on POP(not telling you how I know). So is Gerald's(happy b'dae!). He'll be overseas, I think. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Here's wishing everyone an early Merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6236640160293791520?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6236640160293791520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6236640160293791520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6236640160293791520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6236640160293791520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa-going-to-korea-on-friday-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-9097456396178842246</id><published>2009-11-03T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:04:05.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'>LOAD OF CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOAD OF CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, remind me off your wonderful b'daes k? I lost ALL records of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE VIBRATED OFF THE TABLE AND THE SCREEN GOT SMASHED!!! Yeah, wonderful luck. Using that damn old phone Xiao Gu passed us. Worst of all, I lost ALL the birthdays. So if I don't wish you happy birthday, you know that it's because my phone died and everything was lost. Shoulda written it all down in my calendar. Hm... I can just write away all the ma'ams' birthdays. But I remember Ms Yang's one(duh, same as Jing Ting) and Josephina ma'am(17 APRIL!!!). I wonder whether Audrey ma'am's one on 16/17 July, or was that Audrey Tay's birthday? And Dayna's like what, 27 Oct? I know A's and Alyssa's(of course I know, she told me yesterday!!!) birthday is today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DARN MEMORY IS LIKE SOME SORTA SWISS CHEESE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now my phone's screen is black with the cracks radiating all sorts of colours. My parents say that a new phone's coming next year... in APRIL!!! Can't wait that LOOOOOOONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of whining. Kayaking was ok. Still can't do capsize drill. Charles said that he would have failedhose people who can't do a decent capsize drill last time. Yeah, great encouragement. And I was probably the ONLY person to accidentally capsize her boat, while the instructor was TEACHING us how to STABALIZE it. Fantastic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it with the Sec 3 ma'ams and Venetia, cos they were short of people and Jia Yin said that she had less experience to correct my capsize drill(which I didn't do in the end). But to heck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost cried on Monday. ALMOST. All Souls Day, went to St. Peter &amp;amp; Paul. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still writing chapters for my latest stories. When Darkness Falls and Love You To Death. The draft for Bottle &amp;amp; A Gun 02 (10 Green Bottles) was in my phone, so it's gonna take longer than expected to upload it. Sigh. Hm... How does getting assualted by a vampire sound like? Hahaha. And R &amp;amp; N are in for a whole load of conflict and danger. Hooray for assassins and their clueless sisters. Hahaha. And my werewolf officially meets a vampire. Hm, what bout her wonderful(not yet) friend? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN RANDOM AND HIGH(not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING MYSELF NUTS LOOKING FOR GATEWAY STUFF!!! Sorry Rachel ma'am if it seems damn little. I checked yesterday and today and they all are loads of CRAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, too lazy to use italics. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! 206 Bones is still all fully loaned out or reserved. OMG!!! And the huge version is like, $28 plus. I WANT IT!!! I DUN WANNA WAIT FOR NEXT YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject Combination was a tough choice. I didn't want Geog at all costs, so I had an A option. Just changed again today. C1b, C2 and A2. All except C2 are bio chem. C2 is physics chem. English lit and SS Hist. NO GEOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn random. Yes I know. Tell me your birthdays k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-9097456396178842246?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/9097456396178842246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=9097456396178842246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9097456396178842246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9097456396178842246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/11/load-of-crap.html' title='LOAD OF CRAP'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7854656759342458177</id><published>2009-10-27T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:34:43.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valerie asked if I was straight. That's what I call a personal question. &amp;amp; evil Mel doubts that I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking damn fun, but I kept jumping off the boat before it even flipped. &amp;amp; I got hit a lot. Tiring. But still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mel is beside me being annoying. I dun care if she reads this. She claims to make sense, but I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION NOW!!! HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7854656759342458177?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7854656759342458177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7854656759342458177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7854656759342458177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7854656759342458177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/10/valerie-asked-if-i-was-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3625858200912402086</id><published>2009-10-10T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:53:38.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>PSLE &amp; EXAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSLE &amp;amp; EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read bout the article bout parents complaining bout the PSLE Math paper. They do that every year. Can't they be more original? Why not English or Chinese or Science? Why always Math? If all those 'top' pupils came out crying, what did all those 'normal' pupils do? Or the not so talented pupils? Did they just drop dead on the ground? Seriously, this has been getting so old. K, so the paper was hard. At least they aren't posting the questions &amp;amp; freaking people out. During my PSLE year they did that(the quetion was wrong anyway...) &amp;amp; that freaked us out, cos it was the answer nobody got. Needless to say, none of us failed Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MORE PAPERS TO GO!!! Lit &amp;amp; Chinese. Hope I don't die. Gotta go for confession, gotta pay attention during Mass tomorrow... This is the month of the rosary right? Good, can intercede with Mary. Just kidding, but I'll do what I have been before every paper - PRAY! Yes, pray that I'd remember everything I've learnt &amp;amp; that I'll answer the paper &amp;amp; pass it with flying colours. Oh yeah, &amp;amp; to ignore Molly &amp;amp; the way she always switches down the fans &lt;em&gt;AT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;THE BEGINNING OF THE TEST IN THE SWELTERING HEAT&lt;/em&gt;. At least Ms Leong the PE teacher switches it to a lower speed to help us cool down before switching up again, but that Molly Leong insists on switching it down repeatedly despite the knob being twisted to full speed everytime she's not around. Irritating. I hope she'll not be in school next week. But that's asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school on Wed, Drama &amp;amp; MEP papers. Games Day is on Friday. Frisbee. 2 MORE PAPERS TO GO! Man, I need 88% for my Lit to get A1. That's like, 8% more then my best score. &amp;amp; we need to write 4 essays!!! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calm down Tyke. You can do it. Calm down, breathe &amp;amp; do your best. If you've studied &amp;amp; done your best, you can make it. You WILL get your A1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I pray that you would help me remember all that I have learnt &amp;amp; that I would get my A1s. I pray that I would be able to take HCL next year too. I also pray that I would have the strength to focus on my paper &amp;amp; ignore Molly &amp;amp; whatever thoughts I have of doing bad stuff to her. I pray that you would help everyone get through this &amp;amp; that we would all make right decisions. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3625858200912402086?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3625858200912402086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3625858200912402086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3625858200912402086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3625858200912402086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-read-bout-article-bout-parents.html' title='PSLE &amp; EXAMS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1596529543503655255</id><published>2009-10-08T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:46:22.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>EXAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are meant to kill people. After mugging for geog like siao for what appeared to be the first time in my 2 years of taking the subject, I found the Geog paper(for once!) relatively easier. However, my beloved History was another matter altogether. Sad. But still, this is my last year taking Geog. I will NEVER EVER take Geog next year. HISTORY &amp;amp; LIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Paper 1 was ok. Formal letter may have been screwed up, cos I was not sure of the points. I wrote an essay on the sentence 'But there was no way back...'. It was about this bullied girl with an alkie father &amp;amp; perfectionist mum. In the end, the girl snaps &amp;amp; kills her parents with her dad's Smith &amp;amp; Wesson gun. Yeah, I know. Have been writing bout bullied girls for too long. I didn't give a name for this girl though. Is that still counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was ok, ok. 公函was ok, 报章报道was just plain crappy. Then again, that's Chinese for you. Exchanged e-dics with Mingzhen(Lynn' idea) cos mine couldn't type in 2 words. So happy to be able to use the Creative one again. Besta just isn't the same. THANK YOU MINGZHEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was... HORRIBLE. I think I just screwed up my one &amp;amp; only chance of getting into triple science class. *Sob* Damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I revised Science. With Rochelle &amp;amp; Min Hui. We saw a lota Nice People too. Out of all of the Nice People((Wanlin, Cheng Mun, Lynette, Gloria, Peiling...) ma'am), only Audrey ma'am spotted us. She stared, then walked off. So tempted to wave to her, then remembered that I was supposed to be studying &amp;amp; not doing stupid stuff like looking out for people we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle was commenting on how Audrey ma'am looked damn weird in a short skirt, cos she was supposed to be the 'guai' NCO, while Ms Yang was born to wear short skirts. Saying that, Ms Yang looks weird after not seeing her for so long. Audrey ma'am just looks... the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Sec 3 next to us with the same name as my aunt's friend. The world is so small... Sinhong was sitting next to us to. We saw each other, but just didn't say hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Gloria, I told Rochelle, "Tomato sauce." Min Hui was quite puzzled, until I offered "Fall in, fall in!" &amp;amp; "Teddy bear." HAHAHA! Damn amusing. Rochelle got it the first time. Guess Min Hui doesn't know some of our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker's gonna have fun with Victim tomorrow. Min Hui &amp;amp; Rochelle going swimming. Sigh. Never mind. I saw Serafina again, she's mewing so much now. But I think she has more fleas. Came home scratching myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ MY STORIES!!! AND POEMS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1596529543503655255?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1596529543503655255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1596529543503655255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1596529543503655255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1596529543503655255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams.html' title='EXAMS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7016333502831233026</id><published>2009-10-05T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:10:11.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At home, having fever. Didn't go to school today. Woke up at 2plus to, &amp;amp; had a temperature of 38.4degree C. Head felt like something's pounding real hard on it. Vomited like what, 6 times. Argh. Panadol taste damn strong. Exam tomorrow, lucky I'm feeling better. Sigh, needa study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7016333502831233026?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7016333502831233026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7016333502831233026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7016333502831233026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7016333502831233026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-home-having-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1631358361175398959</id><published>2009-09-21T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:48:57.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Games Day was horrible. I shall not comment bout it in case the colourful language comes out. All I'll say is that we were sorely disappointed by YCK's handling of the day &amp;amp; hope that they'll not do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1631358361175398959?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1631358361175398959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1631358361175398959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1631358361175398959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1631358361175398959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/games-day-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4659137273302755393</id><published>2009-09-21T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:47:40.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>LIVE SHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVE SHOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Live shoot was on 17 September at HTA. It was super damn &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;COOL&lt;/i&gt;! Man, it was GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Uncle opened the classroom door at only 7am &amp;amp; only our stretch was unopened. Stupid rit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There were many others school from Area 3. Sarah &amp;amp; Jia Jia ma’am came with us. Mdm Lee too. We had to march in &amp;amp; I helped Min Hui carry her plastic bag in, so I was holding 3 things in 1 hand. Damn heavy. Kept kicking my stuff. Jia Jia ma’am helped me hold my plastic bag. Min Hui’s bag broke at the bottom. The kiwi rolled out first, then the cloth. &amp;amp; I was like, shoots…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, that CI kept asking us(not St, Nicks, we’re too guai, hahaha) to shut up. Or in his words, “Is this a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;market&lt;/i&gt;?” He said it a thousand million times &amp;amp; each time I told Ying Yi, “No, it’s a rock concert.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My left hand was shaking like siao, damn bad. Jia Jia ma’am kindly rubbed my hand. But it shook even worse. Sarah &amp;amp; Jia Jia ma’ams were talking to us, Sarah ma’am talking bout Molly. Damn, I hate Molly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, our turn. OUR TURN! Dry run was ok. The target board I chose had a hole(I swear it appeared only after I took it). Rochelle &amp;amp; I were pretty worried bout Venetia, cos she was pretty warm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Inside the shooting range. It was huge, all the empty stalls &amp;amp; everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was in the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; stall. The earmuffs practically blocked out most of the sounds. I took the gun &amp;amp; loaded it, then started shooting! The gun powder just burst out – this great grey plume of smoke hanging in the air, just glittering where the light hit it. Beautiful. I finally got inot rhythm after the first 4 shots. Then the gun jammed. This happened quite a number of times, lost 2 bullets cos of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First pressure, second pressure. 1 finger. Hahaha. Venetia used 4 fingers in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The experience was… FANTASTIC! I WAS HOLDING A REAL GUN WITH LIVE BULLETS!!! Can you imagine that power, the power which comes with holding a loaded weapon that can destroy lives with just 1 pull of the trigger???? The power is immense, the feeling is intense. There’s nothing to describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shot 8 in, missed by 5 points. Luckily it’s only practice. But we won’t get another live shoot until classy. Hope I can make it.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4659137273302755393?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4659137273302755393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4659137273302755393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4659137273302755393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4659137273302755393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-shoot.html' title='LIVE SHOOT'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8427082003127678028</id><published>2009-09-15T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:39:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live Shoot on 17 September. Captain's Ball match on 18. Gotta get my marksmanship badge &amp;amp; join Choot Comm. Gotta win that match(cos we'll be missing Math mock test on both days). &amp;amp; Gotta study harder... Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8427082003127678028?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8427082003127678028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8427082003127678028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8427082003127678028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8427082003127678028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-shoot-on-17-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-9138492611339989744</id><published>2009-09-15T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:38:08.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YIPPEE! Highest in class for LITERATURE(the only A1!)! 2nd highest for English. A2 for History &amp;amp; Science. Didn't fail a single thing(unless you count in cumulative). Chinese improved. Everything test passed. Yeah. Overall, Sec 2 Term 3 has the BEST PPR results since I entered St Nicks - 67.7%. I should be happy, yeah, actually I was. But it's damn pathetic. My best is below 70%. Gotta buck up Ness. Gotta buck up A LOT...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-9138492611339989744?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/9138492611339989744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=9138492611339989744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9138492611339989744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9138492611339989744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/yippee-highest-in-class-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4510564249252624032</id><published>2009-09-15T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:47:08.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOYs coming damn soon. I've started revising, but I'm short of the 1 crucial thing - motivation. I've started composing poems again, something I do when I need that motivation. I've played FB like siao(I've got a half-finished ktichen in Pet Society &amp;amp; a busy business in Restaurant City), I've read Fanfic to my heart's content(CSI:Miami anyone? Fav pairings? ALL CALLEIGH!). But where is that motivation???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't sat for a full-length paper(unless you count tien hsia...) since primary school. I'm not sure I can even &lt;em&gt;sit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; for 2 straight hours. Doing that compre only is ready to kill me of boredom. Speaking of compre... I need to brush up on ALL my skills. Needa study, like DAMN hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Reichs' newest book - 206 Bones - is out. It's 7th on the bestseller list &amp;amp; is reserved or on loan in &lt;em&gt;all the libraries&lt;/em&gt;! &amp;amp; the small paperback version isn't even &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; yet! OMG!!! I WANT IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4510564249252624032?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4510564249252624032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4510564249252624032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4510564249252624032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4510564249252624032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/eoys-coming-damn-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2159647404897300158</id><published>2009-09-15T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:24:12.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>CEPP &amp; DRY SHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt;CEPP &amp;amp; DRY SHOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Man, I haven't been posting for damn long. Even Blogger has reverted back to it's old style. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I'll just start with my hols. Quite boring, cept for 2 exciting events - my dry shoot and the Civil Defence Course (Community Emergency Preparedness Programme (CEPP)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;CEPP was on Wednesday, 9 September. We had practical &amp;amp; theory. First aid, CPR, fire safety, emergencies… It was quite an experience for me, not having gone for SANA.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Kimberly &amp;amp; I were partners for the first aid part. She didn’t want the head bandage near her, so I did a pretty tight one on myself. &amp;amp; Boyu. Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;CPR was ok. I did it on the dummy. We had a resuscitation face shield on it, so it wasn’t so bad. Check ABC. Airway, breathing &amp;amp; circulation(pulse).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;It wasn’t that bad. The chest of the dummy actually moved! At the end, the instructor said that we were all good liars, cos there was no pulse, but for the sake of not doing it again(&amp;amp; to look good), we all said there were pulses &amp;amp; breathing. Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;We had fire safety practical too. The fire extinguisher wasn’t that heavy. It was damn cool when I extinguished the fire. The fire fighters in protective clothing were playing around – lighting the torches on their gloves &amp;amp; spraying themselves with CO2, which resulted in them getting dry ice on themselves. Cool!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Class A fires: Ordinary combustible materials like wood. Use water pressure extinguisher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Class B: Flammable liquids. Use carbon dioxide/powder extinguishers &amp;amp; foam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Class C: Electrical appliances. Use CO2/powder extinguishers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Class D: Combustible metals(mostly industries) like lithium. Use powder extinguishers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;CANNOT use water for class B-C fires. Can cause flash fires. Get extinguishers labelled ABC(multi-purpose). Yeah, have to tell. Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Went back with Yi Jing. Nice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Dry shoot was on Thursday, 10 September. Mel didn’t go. Poor her… We went to HTA. It was raining cats &amp;amp; dogs, literally. Everybody was soaked &amp;amp; we waiting in the canteen for damn super long, way past our time. Jia Jia ma'am &amp;amp; Jason Koh came with us. JJ ma'am was super damn soaked, &amp;amp; Jason Koh had one huge umbrella all to himself. As for me, well...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Dry shoot was damn nice, cept we were all freezing our butts off. Plus, it was in an air-conditioned room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;The rules &amp;amp; procedures were easy enough to remember.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;T.N.F.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Treat all guns as if they were loaded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Never ever point the gun at anyone or anything unless you are ready to shoot your target.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Fingers out of trigger guard unless you are about to shoot your target.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;At least that's what I remember... I won't list out the procedures of shooting - too lengthy and I'm not such a big fan of lengthy descriptions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Got a red strip of marker ink from the instructor (number of times you'd get banned from shooting). In fact, practically the whole squad got red-inked. Hahaha. He was scrutinizing everyone. When he got to me, I just shot 4 rounds &amp;amp; he said, "Good." Whoo!!! Yeah! &amp;amp; I was just pulling the trigger with 1 finger! Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Socks were dripping puddles everywhere. Very wet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Later went to Venetia’s house to practise gym. Only 4 of us: Venetia(duh, it’s like, her house…), Min Hui, Valeria &amp;amp; me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4/5 of the NP girls in 1 group. Hahaha. We were all(NP people) newly certified first aiders, plus there was one St Johns’ person. So we were in ‘pretty good’ hands. Plus Verena ma’am, her mum and her maid were at home, so yeah. What can possibly go wrong with a bunch of 14 year olds? Oh wait… Never mind. Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Sock were dried with a hair dryer, courtesy of Venetia, the ever fantabulous squadmate cum classmate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Valerie went back cos she was bored. &amp;amp; Venetia was too scared to do anything, especially with her mum &amp;amp; maid watching. There was once we were doing the bridge(from the ground), but while holding her, she lifted up her arms &amp;amp; legs, so I was carrying her entire weight in my hands. I know she’s one of the lightest in the entire class, but I was straining just to hold her. Maybe I’m not as strong as I thought I was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Unfortunately, I had to do a bridge with Min Hui. My poor hands couldn’t support her weight &amp;amp; I sorta dropped her. Yeah. My hands still hurt slightly if I carry heavy stuff… Well, I did tell Min Hui she was slightly heavier than usual, but Val was spot on. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Are you sure you just haven’t gotten weaker?&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. Yeah right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Later went for CIP. There was this super cute group of kids outside the activity room. They were all making faces &amp;amp; I joined them. We had fun outside. Hahaha. Never knew I was so damn childish. There were so many kids(probably cos it was a school holiday). 40 odd, when usually we’d get like, 30? Yeah, could hardly move, let alone control them. I didn’t print out my CIP form(forgot. But hey, that 1 hour wasn’t just merely for points), so I didn’t know how he would have graded me. Quite bad I suppose, I just can’t control kids… Yeah…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-pagination: widow-orphan" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: 0ptfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;CSI: Miami Right To Die got mouldy in the damn rain. Cost bout $20plus I guess. Sigh. 206 Bones by Kathy Reichs, you’ve gotta wait. But you’re my fav author’s newest book. I will not abandon you. Hahaha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2159647404897300158?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2159647404897300158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2159647404897300158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2159647404897300158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2159647404897300158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/09/cepp-dry-shoot.html' title='CEPP &amp; DRY SHOOT'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3472003055667875978</id><published>2009-08-23T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:41:40.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should really be doing Math and studying Physics, but too damn lazy. My storytelling assistant CIP at Yishun is weekly til 24 Sep. Must check dates next time, but I'm still gonna sit it out. Thank goodness the CCK one has only one slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a row of joss sticks yesterday. Not my fault, cos Sara pulled me over to the grass(bike in front of us). Damn scared, cos I slpet at 1am yesterday &amp;amp; there was that damn lightning storm, whole room damn bloody white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jabbed my right thumb my the sharp nib of my pen. Hurts worse than the damn knife, bleeding not that badly but the cut's quite deep. Hurts too when I write, so I've wrapped a plaster over it. Doesn't help much, but the plaster helps with the irritationa bit. The pen went into my skin, so I've tried not to stroke animals with my right hand too much. Hopelessly failed cos Blackie got my hand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie scratched me worse. I've still got the marks, but I guess I agitated him cos I pulled at his hair while struggling with his leash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3472003055667875978?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3472003055667875978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3472003055667875978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3472003055667875978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3472003055667875978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-really-be-doing-math-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4478618642206612361</id><published>2009-08-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:22:42.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I promised Sara, the URL for Dream Retriever's blog is at the bottom, under 'Useful Sites'. Zedge.com &amp; Blogskins.com are there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4478618642206612361?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4478618642206612361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4478618642206612361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4478618642206612361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4478618642206612361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-i-promised-sara-url-for-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8428109936817597989</id><published>2009-08-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:00:35.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>SURVEY ON FOOD PREFERENCES</title><content type='html'>Found a creative way to do the Home Ec survey. I know you're all teenagers, but unless somebody below the age of 13 and above the age of 19 visits this blog, I have to type this: Only open for teens like me. Hahaha. Please feel free to respond.  Please post response on the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Which category is your favourite category of food? &lt;br /&gt;a)Fruits and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;b)Meat and alternatives&lt;br /&gt;c)Rice and alternatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)You tend to like your food:&lt;br /&gt;a)Baked&lt;br /&gt;b)Boiled&lt;br /&gt;c)Fried&lt;br /&gt;d)Grilled&lt;br /&gt;e)Steamed&lt;br /&gt;f)Microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The flavor you like the most is:&lt;br /&gt;a)Bitter&lt;br /&gt;b)Salty&lt;br /&gt;c)Sour&lt;br /&gt;d)Sweet&lt;br /&gt;e)Umami (Savory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)How fast do you eat your break (dry food, like sandwiches or biscuits)?&lt;br /&gt;a)5 minutes or less&lt;br /&gt;b)10 minutes or less&lt;br /&gt;c)15 minutes or less&lt;br /&gt;d)More than 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What type of cooked snack would you prepare assuming you only have 15-20 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;a)Burrito&lt;br /&gt;b)Foldover (MacDonald’s’ style)&lt;br /&gt;c)Sandwiches with different fillings&lt;br /&gt;d)Sausage in a prata&lt;br /&gt;e)Sushi with cooked fillings&lt;br /&gt;f)Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)When doing high intensity training, what would you rather eat during breaks (must be cooked and must be consumed within 15 minutes)?&lt;br /&gt;a)Free response&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8428109936817597989?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8428109936817597989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8428109936817597989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8428109936817597989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8428109936817597989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/survey-on-food-preferences.html' title='SURVEY ON FOOD PREFERENCES'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3405758825323480128</id><published>2009-08-15T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:53:05.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Yang said that she was the NCO from HELL. Does that mean that SEC 2 SQUAD 09 iis considered as HELL??? &amp; What bout Audrey ma'am??? NCO from HELL too??? Or HEAVEN???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3405758825323480128?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3405758825323480128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3405758825323480128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3405758825323480128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3405758825323480128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-yang-said-that-she-was-nco-from-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8215652233173454293</id><published>2009-08-12T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:50:50.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE GOT 129 EMAIL MESSAGES &amp; I DUNNO HOW I'M GONNA FINISH READING THEM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8215652233173454293?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8215652233173454293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8215652233173454293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8215652233173454293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8215652233173454293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-129-email-messages-i-dunno-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3289911932230462501</id><published>2009-08-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:54:47.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>GYM</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Today's quite great. We started gym. Mr Phee was demonstrating(he got Siow pin to do it first). At first he tried to get me(everyone was laughing), but I got away! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hui, Lynn &amp; I went to the toilet, but when wegot back, the door was locked &amp; we had to run all the way to the gymnasium. Hahaha. Forgot to bring my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mat was super cool. Kept bouncing on it, jumped super damn high! Lynn &amp; I were competing with each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had this lit/PE project, supposed to act out a scene from VBS during gym. They're trying to get me to do Pinto, which will probably include many rolls. We learnt star cum forward cum backward roll today. I got super damn dizzy! But I still can't do backward roll, scared I'd crack my neck. Paranoid, yes. Reckless, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get a dollar from Lynn(must return tomorrow!) to buy peach tea. Felt like vomiting. Need to eat next time, super damn dizzy. Can't do so many rolls next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homec, we did baked rice. So super nice. So much cheese! Hahaha! Didn't feel like vomiting, cept when I stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly's an a** today. Got us to copy the damn lyrics. Super damn annoying. Went back with Lynn. Unfortunately, Stalker was still sleepin. Hahaha. She tried to make me drink her Pepsi, but got brainfreeze. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3289911932230462501?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3289911932230462501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3289911932230462501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3289911932230462501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3289911932230462501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/gym.html' title='GYM'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8247097013951441284</id><published>2009-08-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:43:26.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>POP 2009</title><content type='html'>POP 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melted my kiwi. It’s super smooth cept for a couple of unmelted lumps now. My candle’s got some kiwi in it. Jeraldine said it might explode. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP was quite ok, cept that me were all very sad to see the Sec 4s go, since it suddenly struck me that they may not come back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m just typing bout what I observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our new NCOs are Sarah &amp; Jia Jia ma’ams. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the ceremony(we did it at the track cos the upper concourse was occupied. It was burning &amp; Venetia’s kiwi melted), the Sec 4s get to see the list &amp; they were jumping bout, at least Audrey ma’am did. She looked damn funny, specially since you see a pair of white specs jumping up &amp; down amongst a sea of navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yang got a good work(?) award, dunno whether it’s correct, cos we were all so surprised she got something(not sarcastic here, we know she’s nice due to some events). &amp; when Mrs Tan was reading out the posts, there were collective groans in our squad as one by one, our PNCOs were assigned to different positions. But there was a slight cheering when our current(must remember - current) NCOs’ names were read out. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 4s didn’t really berhenti properly, but who cares? I’m just thinking that my berhenti won’t suck so much, must PRACTISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all told Venetia that if Sarah ma’am was harsh with us, we’d just blame her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m not gonna type more, I’d just like to forget today, if not, I’m just gonna have it stuck in my dreams again. Dun wanna replay it in my head right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First session with new NCOs sucked. Sarah ma’am wasn’t here. There were just 5 of us: Min Hui, Hao Yi, Xin Yan, Jing Ting &amp; me VS 4 ma’ams: Peishan, Jia Jia, Kimberly &amp; Simin ma’ams. Plus the Sec 1s but they’re not really counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were either at NDP rehearsal or sick. So there were 5 of us, only I passed 3rd Class test. Ok, I faced it:  we’re just the rejected ones. Full stop. But that’s ok. Next year. Besides, my drills suck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not type bout activity. I screwed up timing. Stupid. Couldn’t keep up with the new drill. Then got confused &amp; mixed up the rest. Fantastic fantastic me.&lt;br /&gt;At least next activity the full squad’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yang wrote us a letter. It was really really touching, cept that I dn think of her as the 'NCO from hell'. She even included the words she yelled during 3rd Class. More like the Conductor. Or just Ms Yang. She isn't really that bad, we all know we'll miss her loads. We'd known Ms Yang &amp; Audrey ma'am for a year plus, longer than our previous NCO. We'd obviously miss them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their letters(Ms Yang, Audrey ma'am(reading between the lines) &amp; Lovin ma'am) all said that I was 'so injury-prone that I freak out the people around me all the time.' Is that true? Min Hui say that I give everybody heart attacks everytime just by showing up for activity. Must work on my clumsiness. Really. When you have notes that all have virtually the same meaning, you must really take note. Unless they wrote the notes together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to convince myself that Ms Yang's handwriting sucks, just to comfort myself bout my illegible handwriting. It would have worked(she wrote mine last minute, could tell cos it was in a scrawl &amp; she didn't sign her name), until I saw Min Hui's letter. *Sigh* Audrey ma'am's handwriting was quite nice though. She made her 'y's the way I do &amp; like, a tiny tail at the bottom, but way more obvious. &amp; definitely way neater. Lovin ma'am's one was typewritten, but who's complaining. At least she doesn't get an analysis on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yang &amp; Audrey ma'am gave us flower pots &amp; the notes(Audrey ma'am's one in the shape of a bookmark, new bookmark! - just lost my new one, Hahaha) &amp; Lovin &amp; Peiling ma'am got us balls. I got red ones, ok, the ball was pink. At least I was not like Min Hui, all yellow! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'll really miss them, but wasn't that what I said last year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8247097013951441284?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8247097013951441284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8247097013951441284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8247097013951441284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8247097013951441284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/08/pop-2009.html' title='POP 2009'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8382719665506655264</id><published>2009-07-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:27:12.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>RANDOMNESS</title><content type='html'>RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've changed the videos. It was damn overdue, seeing that I've partly stopped listening to HU since I don't play much Facebook anymore. K, I assiociate different songs with different things. Like Crush On you by Tata Young is for Battleon, HU songs for Facebook, Inconsolable by Backstreet Boys &amp; The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls for last year, when I didn't have a song with large strage capacities. There's a lot more, but I'm too darn lazy to think &amp; type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only 4 vides. HU craze is somewhat over, but I keep listening to Ozone's Dragostea Din Tei, the English version, or better known as 'Numa Numa'(I prefer the original name, though I can't really pronounce it) or that Chicken Little song. The video's damn gay. Hahaha. For the HU video, I've chosed the most vulgar one, so don't listen to it if you have young kids or elderly people around. Or parents either. &amp; there's the Aerosmith vide too, I Don't Want To Miss A Thing. It's the song in Armageddon. Quite sad. Check Yes Julie by We The Kings too!!! Nice! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn retarded just now. I pasted Dragotea Din Tei &amp; Check Yes Julie on my Cbox code, so there were 2 videos separating the poor box. Hahaha. But I'm so sad now. I can't get back my original bright red colour cos I changed the cbox colour &amp; the style gallery did not have the colour I want. Must ask Amelia how she got it. I sent them an email(formal letter!) but I think they might misunderstand cos there is a classic red there, but it's not the red I want. Sigh. Note to self: In future, be more observant &amp; not so careless. I really like my red, I hope they can reverse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI!!! Hahaha. I'm done with most of the Fanfic in my email. Gonna look for more. Physics tomorrow, so I'm studying. Just finished Temperature &amp; Thermal Heat. Gonna do Reflection now. Hope I pass ting xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 26/30 for MATH!!! It's my highest score yet, but I was pretty xin tong though. I COULD have gotten 29. Stupid standard form. I simplified the answer. Could have gotten 2 s.f. questions correct, but I simplified. Sigh. Even stupider was my angles one. Instead of putting AAS or ASA, I put SAA. Stupid right? 3 WHOLE MARKS WASTED cos of my stupidity. But I know 1 thing now. Before Math test, must go for rememdial &amp; do lots of Cascow exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a new Math teacher. Trainee. Til the end of this year. I hope Mrs Yeo is right when she said that she'd still help us. I don't fancy failing Math this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better after blogging. I'm not that angry at Molly anymore. I hope this feeling lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8382719665506655264?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8382719665506655264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8382719665506655264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8382719665506655264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8382719665506655264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness_28.html' title='RANDOMNESS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3834254923263814398</id><published>2009-07-28T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:26:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 POSTS!!!</title><content type='html'>100 POSTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to push Randomness back for this - I'VE GOT 100 POSTS!!! YEAH! Finally, after Mel &amp; Min Hui got 100, I thought I'd never get it. HAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3834254923263814398?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3834254923263814398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3834254923263814398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3834254923263814398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3834254923263814398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness.html' title='100 POSTS!!!'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8844432019264298542</id><published>2009-07-27T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:22:25.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been talking a lot more to Min Hui. But still way less than to Feli back in primary school. But then, I called Feli everyday under the pretext of homework. Min Hui's a really nice person. It's just that I never expected to meet someone like her, someone who would challenge my point of view. Now that's worth even the friendship. But seriously, will you be friends with someone just to get that type of challenge? No you'd get crazy soon enough. The thing is, she at least understands my rationale. Maybe not that much, but just enough to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not good at writing out my thoughts. I even have trouble articulating my thoughts. Just bear with me.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to call someone your friend means a lot. It means that in any event, happy, sad, you'd still have someone you can trust &amp; depend on. Trust being the keyword, depend being the bonus. I very much need my friends. Without them, I'd probably not survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot. &amp; my sms quota for the next 2 days is also busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so I can only have plain text - no pics, no videos, not even italics, which have provided such wonderful examples of my sarcasm. Stupid blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8844432019264298542?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8844432019264298542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8844432019264298542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8844432019264298542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8844432019264298542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-so-ive-been-talking-lot-more-to-min.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3340853064575777590</id><published>2009-07-26T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:58:56.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want out. You don't have to worry about anyone else. There is only 1 group of people I care about: my friends. Full stop. So you don't really have to bother. I know you are probably disappointed. Maybe your disappointment might change my mind. We shall see. I will still consider your words. And I'll always come back. Really. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3340853064575777590?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3340853064575777590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3340853064575777590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3340853064575777590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3340853064575777590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-want-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5130591742714394819</id><published>2009-07-25T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:30:39.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>JERK</title><content type='html'>JERK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CCA on Friday. Ok lah, but I felt so much fitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this stupid blogger has not corrected the error in the posting yet. Can't change colours or anything. I do so want to post the picture of my fruit salad but can't. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly is such a jerk. Truly &amp;amp; really a big fat jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I found this video/poem by Jonathan Reed. Quite nice, The Lost Generation. &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2997420"&gt;http://vimeo.com/2997420&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'MS Mincho'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: JA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA" lang="EN-US"&gt;I'm off to Fanfic again. Need my fix. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5130591742714394819?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5130591742714394819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5130591742714394819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5130591742714394819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5130591742714394819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/jerk.html' title='JERK'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8551844241457180153</id><published>2009-07-21T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:33:48.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>NOT THE BEST OF DAYS</title><content type='html'>NOT THE BEST OF DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the most perfect day. Specially not if your bus came 30min late. &amp;amp; Indian dance sucks. Totally. &amp;amp; I need to find out bout Indian culture, in Chinese! Totally regret raising up my hand &amp;amp; telling Tang lao shi that my best friend was an Indian, but we just sorta drifted apart after P4. In other words, today sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8551844241457180153?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8551844241457180153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8551844241457180153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8551844241457180153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8551844241457180153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-best-of-days.html' title='NOT THE BEST OF DAYS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4397174178579684477</id><published>2009-07-15T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:46:14.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>MY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;MY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Ok, school was fine today. Tang lao shi thought I was &lt;i&gt;nodding&lt;/i&gt; my head when I was in fact to &lt;i&gt;drawing&lt;/i&gt; something on my textbook while bending down my head(I've recently discovered the top of my 7B pencil &amp;amp; have been drawing with that). So she thought that out of the entire class, I'd do way better for zuo wen. Shoots, now I really have to study more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Oh, PE was great! I just love volleyball. You get to &lt;i&gt;really smack&lt;/i&gt; stuff. We were watching some videos. Then Mr Phee brought us down. It was really wet &amp;amp; was drizzling, so we played in the forum. Min Hui, Lynn &amp;amp; I played upstairs. Cept Lynn didn't play, cos she had horrible cramps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;K, so I smacked the ball &amp;amp; it rolled down &amp;amp; down &amp;amp;... under a light blue car(with license plate starting with S, having 4 letters &amp;amp; 4 numbers. So &lt;i&gt;observant&lt;/i&gt; right?!?!). Min Hui obviously didn't want to get it, so I crawled under the car while trying not to wet my shorts(which I eventually did not achieve while trying to get out). Then Mr Phee got us out to do services &amp;amp; receives. I hit the ball so hurt that it flew to the next court! To be modest, it was already my second attempt... I've had trouble controlling the amount of speed, strength &amp;amp; direction of the ball. Like Min Hui says, I've only got 2 commands - very near or very far. Speed &amp;amp; strength is never negotiated as people usually scatter at the sight of my hands on the ball. But hey, on the bright side, I served &amp;amp; digged some pretty nice shots. Pity it doesn't happen very often. Then we &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have a rally for once.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;We made pandan chiffon cake for Home Ec. Shifting flour still deludes me. As usual, the flour got all over the table, so I poured the remaing flour back into the bowl &amp;amp; mixed it with the spoon. We got to use the blender &amp;amp; I cracked an egg all by &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;(ok, Faith helped me, fantastic fantastic Faith. I'll never survive another Home Ec lesson without her). We were the first group to put the cake into the oven. Yeah!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;But I burnt myself. While checking the cake, the oven door swung back. Cos with my &lt;i&gt;lightning quick&lt;/i&gt; reflexes, I jumped up immeidately like a cat. It burned painfully, then icthed slightly. I've got a bump next to my knee now. Yes, I'm a hazard in the kitchen. Or anything that has anything to do with the word &lt;i&gt;kitchen&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I'll do Math homework in class tomorrow cos with my growing FanFic addiction, I'm barely sleeping even 4 hours a day. I'm still reading, I've even neglected my Facebook account. My fav characters are Hermione, Ginny, Tonks... I've tried to pair Bellatrix with them(Bella is the current fav pairing). I've tried Dumbledore &amp;amp; Argus Filch(don't hate me! There's no romantic ones). Hermione's my current fav character. I'm still reading Tonks &amp;amp; Ginny, but Hermione was, &amp;amp; still is, my fav Harry Potter character, in FanFic or the real books.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I REALLY WANNA WATCH HARRY POTTER &amp;amp; THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!!! OMG, IT'S COMING OUT TOMORROW!!! Yep, dunno when I became such a huge Potter fan. Read all of J.K. Rowling's books(she's officially moved up to 2nd fav author on my list - KATHY REICHS IS STILL MY MOST FAV!). Still can't stand Chamber of Secrets(stupid Basilisk voice, gave me nightmares for 2 weeks &amp;amp; still do. Hey, I was 7+. &amp;amp; childhood monsters &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt; follow you into teenage-hood). I wanna watch Order of Pheonix again. Can't remember the plot for the movie. In fact, I wanna watch all the movies again. Couldn't watch on Channel 5, cos I had tuition &amp;amp; swimming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Anyway, goodnight fantabulous people. Sweet dreams. Oh great, I'm sounding more like Min Hui. Here's mine: Have a wonderful night &amp;amp; GOODNIGHT! WRUFF! WRUFF! WRUFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4397174178579684477?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4397174178579684477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4397174178579684477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4397174178579684477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4397174178579684477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day.html' title='MY DAY'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4748119562617517589</id><published>2009-07-12T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:52:52.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SOUND OF SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SOUND OF SILENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the silence. &amp;amp; seriously, I hate it. I keep hearing the sharp whining sound that totally hurts my ears whenever there's absolute silence. Like there's this &lt;em&gt;huge pressure&lt;/em&gt; round my ears &amp;amp; this really sharp sound is &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; your ears; it's enough to drive me crazy, especially since I like my house to be quiet, especially at night. I've tried to block out the sound, but it keeps coming(not like a song in your head, but like it's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; there), so I know that it's not my head, or &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it also pops out of no where. Like I'd be at tuition or listening to Molly(yes, I listen to her. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to shut people out of my head) &amp;amp; suddenly the sound pops out &amp;amp; I'm momentarily deafened. Not so deaf that I can't make out the speaker's words, but I get this &lt;em&gt;feeling &lt;/em&gt;of deafness. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone explain? I'd really like to have real silence for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4748119562617517589?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4748119562617517589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4748119562617517589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4748119562617517589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4748119562617517589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/sound-of-silence.html' title='THE SOUND OF SILENCE'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6623487459476352597</id><published>2009-07-12T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:55:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got rashes again, itchy, irritating; I just wish that they would go away. They came on Friday night, while I was blogging. Brushing it off as mosquito bites, I thought they would go away. Bad choice. Spent the entire night scratching. Next morning, supposed to be doing math, ended up applying liberal amounts of mopiko - every half an hour. &amp;amp; no, I didn't complete my math(for your info, it's the one Mrs Yeo she'd check on Tuesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn annoying. It's like that time I got an allergic reaction to airplane food(still dunno what I'm allergic to), but this time, it's concentrated on my left hand, specifically below the ball of my thumb, but quite a few red dots below too, &amp;amp; equally unbearable. What the heck did I do??? Am I allergic to some object too???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6623487459476352597?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6623487459476352597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6623487459476352597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6623487459476352597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6623487459476352597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/rash.html' title='RASH'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-611189136306677535</id><published>2009-07-10T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:30:22.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'>y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention how much I love the letter 'y'. I really love the way the tail curves. Just lovely. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-611189136306677535?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/611189136306677535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=611189136306677535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/611189136306677535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/611189136306677535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-ever-mention-how-much-i-love.html' title='y'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1133221527500259870</id><published>2009-07-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:40:02.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><title type='text'>DENTAL APPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DENTAL APPOINTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;There was dental appointment right after remedial on Tuesday. Dr Tan was talking bout getting an excess of red &amp;amp; white bands for braces, cos national Day is right round the corner &amp;amp; Singapore is full of patriotic Singaporeans(me included! Got red).&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;She’s trying to get me to put on the rubber bands(spent half of the session putting it on!) cos I’ve got a slight crossbite at the back of my teeth. Man, it’s taking forever just to put it on. Then I can’t take it off &amp;amp; she’s like, “Good! Wear till it snaps!” Hahaha. When she puts it on for me, it doesn’t snap, but when I do, it does. Sigh. She lent me the tweezers cos I found it easier to put it on with it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&amp;amp; I spent ¼ of dinner putting the thing on. The waitress(I was at a restaurant) kept staring at me, cos I was in there the 3 times she went in. Hahaha. But still, Litong can put it on extra quickly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Until then, I shall use my hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1133221527500259870?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1133221527500259870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1133221527500259870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1133221527500259870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1133221527500259870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/dental-appointment.html' title='DENTAL APPOINTMENT'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2867886035993703176</id><published>2009-07-10T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:40:32.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>THIS WEEK - UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS WEEK - UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today is Friday. &amp;amp; Lit common test totally sucked. I think I failed it, cos when I reread it, I could tell that it was really all repetitive repetition. Really. It's gonna be the very first Lit test I fail. My literature skills are just fit for Sec 1. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was way better. I think I might have gotten full marks for Spelling again, unless I've got careless mistakes. Descriptive writing was nice too. I wrote out the &lt;em&gt;first draft&lt;/em&gt;, corrected it, counted it, wrote a &lt;em&gt;second piece&lt;/em&gt;, reread it, counted the words &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; corrected some parts - all in &lt;em&gt;45 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. I had 230 words for the first one, 253 for the second one. Cool eh? Chose the gloomy house one, but I'm kinda worried now cos I never used the words sinister, gloomy, eery or any of those 'scary' words. Shoulda thought of using those words then eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Math, I used up my &lt;em&gt;2nd&lt;/em&gt; correction tape in 4 days. It's simultaneous linear equations. Ok, it's just my carelessness. For every 4 lines, there's a 99.9% of getting 4 lines wrong or writing wrong figures or copying wrongly. Hey, it's still algebra. But I've got a Math review test next week. &lt;em&gt;How to survive???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the end of my school week. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2867886035993703176?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2867886035993703176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2867886035993703176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2867886035993703176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2867886035993703176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week-update.html' title='THIS WEEK - UPDATE'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3806830373500935997</id><published>2009-07-09T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:16:34.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>THIS WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a really eventful week. So far. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smacked a bird's butt in the canteen on Tuesday. You know, those mynahs that annoy us under the table. I was chasing it out, but the bird kept hoping about. Then, a Sec 1 tried to kick it, so I went for drastic measures. I reached my hand all the way under the table - the bird had &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; what it was in for - &amp;amp; SMACK! No, I'm exaggerating, it wasn't that loud. I just felt the tail feathers of the mynah, briefly. But the Sec 1s were screaming. &amp;amp; the pair of teachers sitting next to us(1 happened to be an ex-SI) were just staring. But it was fun. Hahaha. Yeah. No physical damage done to the bird, just plain sadistic fun for me. No, the bird hopped to the next table, apparently deciding that I was getting too close(they're &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; not scared of us). &amp;amp; in case you were wondering, fantabulous reader, YES, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; wash my hands. With &lt;em&gt;lotsa&lt;/em&gt; soap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Melissa crashed the ball into the bush, beside the basketball court. I went in, cos I thought the ground was flat. Apparently not, it slopes &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt;. Quite &lt;em&gt;steeply&lt;/em&gt; too. But I went in anyway, &amp;amp; almost swallowed a &lt;em&gt;twig&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. &amp;amp; Petrina got whacked in the butt by a ball. I was playing with Lynn, Valerie &amp;amp; Melissa. We grouped up with Min Hui, Venetia &amp;amp; Marianne to play the group game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Ec was a success! I managed to roll out the dough into a circle(YES! Finally). &amp;amp; my chapppati &amp;amp; keema tasted great! Yeah! &amp;amp; I'd once again like to tell Faith that I can't survive Home Ec without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Molly checked attire today. Seriously, nobody bothers. Shao Xuan picked me out for having extra long fringe(HEY! I JUST CUT MY HAIR!) &amp;amp; Siow Pin pointed out my low socks(K, I admit that I bought the wrong size). So Molly was checking &amp;amp; said I needed to lengthen my pinafore(oh man, I just &lt;em&gt;shortened&lt;/em&gt; my pinafores) cos I kept pulling my belt down(she's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; complaing bout my belt when she does the spot-checking). But it's uncomfortable to pull it up, but I suppose that's school rules. To heck with the belt thing. &amp;amp; as soon as holes start appearing in my socks, I'll change them. As for my hair, NO TOUCHING MY FRINGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like, extra period of Chinese(aseembly period). &amp;amp; I kept getting wrong answers for the Math homework, so I decided to do it at home. But I finished Geog. &amp;amp; while I thought today was a totally Nice People-free day(I said it out loud to Min Hui), I saw them(cept the Favourites). Sigh, shoulda just kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Audrey ma'am's birthday. Well, Happy Birthday to you(if you're reading but that's unlikely but I'll just type cos I hadn't been sending out birthday greeting lately - due to my notoriously poor memory &amp;amp; the deletion of b'daes from my phone calendar). Yeah, I sent for Mel &amp;amp; Min Hui, but we told Venetia slightly later. I sent for her though, &amp;amp; threatened to put some 'extras' in. Obviously, Venetia would kill me if I typed what I had been trying to send. Venetia tried to snatch the phone from me &amp;amp; was giving me that look, the I-going-to-get-it-no-matter-what look. But we could have played more if Mrs Lam(our new, &lt;em&gt;very boring&lt;/em&gt; Geog teacher - why can't Ms D come back???) hadn't come in. But I edited it &amp;amp; didn't send the exciting sms out in the end. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's this week's(so far) update. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3806830373500935997?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3806830373500935997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3806830373500935997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3806830373500935997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3806830373500935997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week.html' title='THIS WEEK'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7130806008728330303</id><published>2009-07-02T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:16:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really ought to be studying for chem test tmr, but I'm just not in the mood. Furthermore, I think I'm starting to get addicted to FanFiction. Hahaha. But Mr Ng introdused a new writing technique that I not used for a long time. But it was fun, continuous writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm digressing, but no worries. I'll keep trying to study. I spent the whole of lunch studying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7130806008728330303?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7130806008728330303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7130806008728330303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7130806008728330303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7130806008728330303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-ought-to-be-studying-for-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1846752835152593855</id><published>2009-07-02T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:11:11.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>VOLLEYBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VOLLEYBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 July 2009: We played volleyball for PE. It was really fun, but Ms Leong wasn't teaching us any more. Our new PE teacher is Mr Phee. Quite sad, but never mind. I kind of like volleyball, cept like all other ball games, I have yet to master the art of aiming. But that's ok. I partenered Zoey for the first round, then later we partnered Lynn &amp;amp; Min Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball from the other group whacked my butt! Not really the butt, just the hip area. But still... Hahaha. Lynn &amp;amp; Min Hui kept running for the ball, &amp;amp; Manda's ball was in danger of concussing someone. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really fun &amp;amp; I look forward to next week. Just don't wanna get my new specs scratched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1846752835152593855?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1846752835152593855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1846752835152593855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1846752835152593855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1846752835152593855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/07/volleyball.html' title='VOLLEYBALL'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6008112594578935836</id><published>2009-06-17T22:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:11:44.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>SENTOSA OUTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SENTOSA OUTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 June 2009: So, it's 2 Principalities' class outing to Sentosa. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited at the canteen, then we went to the entrance of the Church Hall. Ysabel came late cos she went to another parish for mass. Anyway, we all walked to Serangoon MRT, teasing Zac bout his hair(he took 15mins to do it up). Julian &amp;amp; I were comparing different death scenerios, relieving our most wonderful death scenes, comparing which ones were more gruesome &amp;amp; discussing what type of weaponary was the best. Naturally, I voted for guns cos of the 'clean' way they dispose of their victims. Julian prefered on knifes, which I also like but find too messy. They produce way too much blood - I prefer to keep my hands clean. Then, we were wondering whether Swiss Army knifes could kill people. Gerald produced his Swiss Army card, cos my knife was at home. I've grown rather attached to it cos I carried it everywhere during camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we were in the MRT, we were trying to get Zac to sit on the Reserved seat, cos we decided that he was getting very old. Ysabel &amp;amp; Charmaine were at a corner, so I joined them after a while. Unfortunately, Hillary &amp;amp; Sara didn't go. Actually, most of the girls didn't go. Yeah. the former two thinks it's too boring. The rest I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Harbour Front, we all trooped up to the topmost level. Seeing the queue, Zac decided to do the automatic one. At first, he thought that he had bought an extra card(he didn't need one). The missing person turned out to be Julian, who went to change, but not before we teased him bout his 'failing memory'. Hahaha. We were teasing Zac all the way on the skytrain to Sentosa. We fluffed his hair, took photos of the destroyed hair &amp;amp; threatened to put it on Facebook. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Eugenia while walking there. I also realised that my sandal strap was cutting into my left leg, creating a stinging blister. When I walked on the sand, it hurt like hell, but ah heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sentosa, we all spread out the poncho &amp;amp; started playing. the Frissbee landed in the water, &amp;amp; we all rushed in to get it. The saltwater stung my blister but after a while, the pain was replaced by the soothing sensation of being in the water. That's what I love most bout water. It makes you feel weightless &amp;amp; powerful. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were busy trying to hit Zac with the Frissbee or we'd throw it out to the sea &amp;amp; swim for it. Apparently I was the fastest, even faster than Marcus who could still stand on the sand even when all of us were treading to keep afloat. Reef was wearing his sunglasses throughout(he had a pale shade over his eyes when he removed them) &amp;amp; Ysabel refused to go in deeper than her waist(owing to an unforseen error in her packing). But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian found a vodka bottle floating, Gerald was playing with his waterproof phone &amp;amp; Andy kept calling me Felix. Hahaha. Zac started having a nosebleed, poor guy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all playing, then Carol &amp;amp; Val came with food. Macs. Yum. We ended up playing land Frissbee &amp;amp; volleyball, before playing Captain's Ball. Ysabel, Charmaine &amp;amp; I mostly played Frissbee by ourselves cos we didn't really know how to play volleyball. Finally, it was reaching the end of the day. Staring at Carol, we all decided that it was time to keep our promise - of &lt;em&gt;dumping her into the sea&lt;/em&gt;! Julian grabbed her left arm, while I volunteered to grab her right. The whole pocession went to the edge, Carol was praying to Mother Mary(she does that every time she goes in, praying for protection, dunno how she memorises it), then Julian &amp;amp; I jumped into the shallow end, dragging Carol's whole body in! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dragging her out, then dragged her back in after she tensed up completely &amp;amp; curledinto a fetal position. She was sinking slightly, so I was trying my best to push her up, even going underwater. Her grip on my wrists was really powerful, &amp;amp; she was shaking. Wow, she was that scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a second time, the same thing happened, but faster. We went out further, but I think the lifeguard saw us, or heard her increasingly high-pitched wails, cos he blew the whistle. K, so we had a lecturing. But he thought Carol was younger than us. Hahaha. He told us that even for her size(Carol looked slightly scandalized), her shaking when she was scared would be 1/3 more than Julian's &amp;amp; my strength combined. K, so we listened, then went back in. We didn't venture out again, but stayed at the shallow end teasing her. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up, had one last game &amp;amp; we went to shower. Ysabel &amp;amp; I let Charmaine go in first, but she took a really long time getting out. In fact, Ysabel went out first, then me. I checked with Carol, who was sure she didn't see Charmaine. Now she's almost as long as Eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up, then the remaining people went to the toilet beside the skytrain to shower. I was looking after Carol's bag, even though she kept assuring me that she was probably the slowest. But heck, I was bored, the other's were still walking over &amp;amp; she'll just wet the bag if she brings it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Carol wasn't the slowest. But close. Hahaha. Yeah, I shower so fast(cos I don't dry myself). Then we walked over to the skytrain. I ended up calling Min Hui &amp;amp; discussing our ATC. For the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; journey back to the mainland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so Carol &amp;amp; Zac went back home for dinner, while Ysabel, Charmaine, Reef, Marcus, Andy, Darryl, Tim &amp;amp; I went to Toys 'R' Us. I was still talking to Min Hui, until we reached the nerf part. Then I struck up an smsing rally with Hillary, who asked to to 'go get a boyfriend'. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Carl's Jr, which was the most expensive fast food meal yet. $9+, can't remember. But it was nice, &amp;amp; we had extra fries cos the guys didn't want theirs &amp;amp; Tim had ordered extra cos he was very hungry. Then we went up to the water feature at the roof &amp;amp; took photos. Lotsa them, all in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time, going to bed with the sensation of being out at sea &amp;amp; Carol's nails digging into my wrists. It was really nice, exhausting. I'd really like another trip, maybe with more people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6008112594578935836?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6008112594578935836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6008112594578935836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6008112594578935836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6008112594578935836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentosa-outing.html' title='SENTOSA OUTING'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5636902913815933249</id><published>2009-06-01T21:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:45:12.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>SEC 2 RETREAT 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEC 2 RETREAT 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't experience God. Not yet. I'm still hopeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we wee, Erica sorting us out into groups &amp;amp; guess what??? I was the ONLY girl in that group. Our facils, Amanda &amp;amp; Clara(&amp;amp; later Darius), were quite amused &amp;amp; there I was, glaring at Hillary(we're never together) who was making funny faces at me. Finally, while they were sorting out the leftover people, Erica noticed my plight &amp;amp; got 3 other girls to join our group(yay!). So there were 10 people in our group now: Eugenia, Melody, Cheryl, Gabriel, Michal, Wilmer, Marcus, Johnian &amp;amp; Bryan(yes, again). We were the group 3, or St Therese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we played games, did the usual camp stuff. As this was a retreat, we had sessions. We had sessions with different people, like the people from RTC &amp;amp; another one from somebody who came back. It was really interesting, just listening to their experiences, knowing how not to get into the same kind of trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, with any camps, there's bound to be toilet trouble. We were slow, &amp;amp; ended up one of the last few people to shower. Eugenia took a loooong loooong time(yeah). But heck, I shower super fast during camps. Plus I forgot to bring my shampoo(hahaha). Oh, &amp;amp; did I mention we were late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, we had a 'campfire'. It wasn't really one, but it was cool enough. We used light sticks &amp;amp; tossed it to the centre. Really really cool. But while we were playing where's the peanut, the guys bounded out of their playing zone &amp;amp; some guy got hurt(I keep forgetting his name). So in the end, we didn't finish the game(anyway, Eugenia &amp;amp; I were at the back stoning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had skits. Most groups were pretty good, the ideas quite creative. Our group were doing n exams, &amp;amp; since Bryan refused to play the lead, yours truly played it for him. Yeah. I had a fit of laughter halfway &amp;amp; I ended up putting my head on the table laughing when my 'classmates'(Eugenia &amp;amp; Cheryl) were 'insulting' me. My 'teachers'(Gabriel &amp;amp; Michal) were helping me &amp;amp; when I got my 'result' back, I was promoted(looks wrong). Yeah, so apparently I was so happy that I ran to my parents(Melody &amp;amp; Marcus) &amp;amp; fell &amp;amp; Johnian, playing the doctor, poked me with that damn flag(Sry Wilmer, I forot who you were). Yeah, but we were slightly disorganised. I like to comfort myself by saying that most groups were like that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had rosary. I left my rosary up at the prayer hall(stupid right?). I ended up teaching Eugenia how to use cos it was her first time using. I was so damn tired. But I managed to read my book(Devil Bones - YAY! Finally found it) &amp;amp; used it as a pillow when I finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at like, 5 plus, looked at my watch &amp;amp; went back to sleep again. Hahaha. Yeah, I'm such a pig. But I woke up 1 hour later feeling more energised &amp;amp; way less sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make our breakfast(bread with ham &amp;amp; cheese &amp;amp; tomatoes/cucumber/margarine). We girls were too repulsed to even touch the bread cos the guys had their grimy hands all over it. In the end, we took new slices of bread from the plastic bag. There was a competition, so they arranged our bread &amp;amp; we ended up losing our own 'cleaner' slices. Luckily I had a cup of milo beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they finished judging, the group's tower of bread beside ours just - collapsed! &amp;amp; when they told us to swap(we had to eat other group's breakfast), we all breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. Hahaha! So evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, , so we had sessions. Lots of them. Can't remember(yeah, very very bad memory). But the one that I want to forget the most is the Confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Luke had me for Confession. I confessed lotsa hings to him(having never stepped into the room for 3 years(cos I kept proscrastinating). I spent a lot of time with him(so says Hillary). I confessed that I lacked the faith to believe in God, that there God was there for me. He gave me a stare, then told me that during the veneration, to say in my head "Help me to believe." But the more I said that, the more the words kept distorting themselves. Consequently, I felt A LOT worse after confession. I had a huge sinking feeling in me, a huge burden weighing on my heart. Really. I don't think I'll survive the next confession. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, clearing up. Our group was sway enough to get toilet cleaning(the girls' ones - ARGH!!!). Can you imagine the amount of hair that we &lt;em&gt;shed&lt;/em&gt;??? Damn gross. But Clare helped us clear all the hair. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we played this game-bonding game, making a protective covering for the egg. Bryan(****) dropped the egg even before we started! We had to do a forfeit because of that. Anyway, our egg cracked(not surprising, since the way they did it provided no cushioning for the poor egg. Some groups managed to save their eggs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote warm fuzzies for everyone &amp;amp; I folded all mine into tiny little airplanes that I threw at some people. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clearest memories of camp are waiting for Eugenia in the toilet(she bathe damn long, hahaha), leaning against Hillary while waiting for poeple to finish Confession(forgot to bring my jacket), sleeping on my book at night &amp;amp; carrying my Swiss Army knife everywhere during camp. Really. So much for the Encountering Jesus Daily theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5636902913815933249?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5636902913815933249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5636902913815933249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5636902913815933249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5636902913815933249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/06/sec-2-retreat-09.html' title='SEC 2 RETREAT 09'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4637931702366297536</id><published>2009-05-28T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:36:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING FILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISSING FILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!  I LOST MY HOMEWORK FILE. THINK I LEFT IT IN THE NP ROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't realize it till today. On Friday, I was too distracted to check my stuff &amp;amp; assumed I left my file under my table. So I brought my stuff back yesterday. It's only today that I checked my stuff &amp;amp; realized that my yellow file was missing! &amp;amp; ALL my math worksheets(all the algebra ones) are in my file, so no revision for me. OMG!!! &amp;amp; my Science too. This can't be happening. How to revise? How to pack my stuff. &amp;amp; there's important stuff in that file too. What if I  can't find it? Die liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY FILE. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE I LEFT T EXCEPT THE VAGUE MEMORY OF BRINGING IT TO THE NP ROOM. IT'S YELLOW &amp;amp; HAS 'BOUT 20 OR 40 POCKETS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4637931702366297536?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4637931702366297536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4637931702366297536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4637931702366297536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4637931702366297536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-file.html' title='MISSING FILE'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-924442858762314380</id><published>2009-05-26T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:51:44.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>TRIPLE C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRIPLE C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!!! I'm finally done with E-learning!!! I'm feel so happy, feel that a HUGE burden has just been lifted off me. I got to use my dad's laptop yesterday cos the desktop wouldn't submit my answers(accusing me of sending in my answers more than once, &amp;amp; when I went back to retry, I still have one try). The lady at the helpline couldn't understand my problem: she thinks I sent in my answers but can't view my results) &amp;amp; she told me to wait(she thinks I'm stupid, haven't done e-learning before). For goodness sake, I CAN'T even send in the results. Never mind, she's just doing her job. &amp;amp; I'll learn to rephrase my queries the next time. The best part? My house phone had just died at the exact moment I wanted to call the helpline, so I had to use my handphone(which is severely underutilised - so please call me if possible k? My sms quota is about to burst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I done. I even got to chat a couple of times(desktop no msn, laptop have, which is why I'm not online even when using the com), mostly asking Yi Jing(I didn't bring my textbook home) for help and helping Chu Wen(she didn't bring tbk back either). Not that the questions were difficult, but since I didn't really understand it I only had 3 questions correct(that's like... what? 300% Hahaha. Yeah, my score was 15/5. WHOO!). Hahaha. Geog was quite ok, I searched online for stuff I didn't know, buut I still played guesswork for a few of the tougher ones cos they weren't in the video or I wasn't observant enough. But I HATE the Chinese one. Feel-in-the-blanks. Damn hard. I watched that damn video so many times that I can still hear the music in my head. In the end, I enlisted the help of my 成语book. Yep, picked out phrases that I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; could fit. I even rewatched the video &lt;em&gt;more than 5 times&lt;/em&gt; just so that I can &lt;em&gt;copy down&lt;/em&gt; all the phrases I can see! Hey, I spent so much time doing that quiz that I only had mere &lt;em&gt;minutes&lt;/em&gt; till the clock exploded on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been relaxing by playing facebook again: street racing(my fav, gotta get more cars, win more challenges), mafia wars, vampire wars, pet society &amp;amp; retarded quizes. Of course, I'm still getting people to join my crew/clan(need 2 more of 1st 3, 7 for bloodline). I've been playing travian and evony too, but my crops for travian is so low that I can only play once now &amp;amp; I dunno how to play evony(more complex &amp;amp; difficult than travian. Currently, I need mindless games). I've tried battleon, but it's always full &amp;amp; recently, I've got no patience to go on those long endless quests that I used to love so much. I've tried clear vision 1/2/elite. It's super fun, but some parts had me fustrated &amp;amp; stumped, but I managed to overcome them. I know that I'm sort of addicted to those games, cos after I'm done, I'll always go there. Other than doing homework, gaming takes up the bulk of my online time, not blogging. Never mind. My gaming is what, 1 hour the most? Or 1half? It's still not as bad as others. I prefer books. &amp;amp; real friends. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp is on Saturday. I hope there'll be NP. I don't really want to go for camp, but it's compulsory. &amp;amp; Val keeps asking whether I'd rather choose God or CCA, which is more important. Well, both have equal weightage. Everything in my life has equal weightage actually. Well, almost everything. But I'm still seriously considering being a free thinker. Currently, I'm just seeing whether I'm cut out for religion. My mantra on religion still stands. But Val says I've got to go talk to Father Luke if I have to come late/leave early now cos it's too late to change. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friends go to church too. Friends I'd otherwise not get to see for a long long time. Like Sara and Eugenia. &amp;amp; Hillary &amp;amp; Ysabel. People I might not be able to see. So I go to church for my friends. Isn't that ironic. I go pretty much everywhere for people. Mostly friends, but yeah, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to ME! I've been having these awful awful cough with phlegm(how do you spell???) for 4 WHOLE WEEKS &amp;amp; 1 day. I went to the Chinese physician 2 weeks back, I went there again few hours ago. That physician, He Qiuling. Yeah. She gave me this look of surprise when I told her it was the same cough. Stupid, retarded. I've told myself to live with the fact that this is gonna be the longest &amp;amp; most irritating cough yet. Damn cough. Now I've got another week's worth of medicine &amp;amp; it's gonna last me through camp. Chinese medicine &amp;amp; camp? Gross. Not the best combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finally done with e-learning. Gotta finish the rest of my homework. Wanna finish by the 1st week of June. But being me, I'd probably not start till the 2nd week of school reopening. Never mind. I'll try hard. Especially with that damn 阅读集成. 5 more to go. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to work hard. Hope I pass my 听写. &lt;em&gt;Studied 2 weeks in advance!!!&lt;/em&gt; If I don't pass this time, I'll &lt;em&gt;never ever&lt;/em&gt; pass. Aw man, please let me pass!!! Now I'm off to play some games. Still waiting for my Chinese results. Hahaha. School tomorrow. Sleep well tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-924442858762314380?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/924442858762314380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=924442858762314380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/924442858762314380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/924442858762314380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/triple-c.html' title='TRIPLE C'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2516671119433018350</id><published>2009-05-16T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:58:08.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rochelle &amp;amp; I were joking bout who we should thank for me being alive &amp;amp; her cut not getting infected. It was super retarded, cos we kept thinking up of the stupidest reasons that will probably never ever see the light of day. And we were joking bout it on the bus, obviously leaving out reasons or consequences &amp;amp; of course, the more gruesome bits(that's left of school talk). Of course there were the usual 'thank God, thank my friends...' crap &amp;amp; the very nice people, but seriously, there were lotsa people that we thanked. Really. However, since that conversation was private &amp;amp; very crappy, almost like a corny speech, I've decided not to post it. Go figure why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2516671119433018350?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2516671119433018350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2516671119433018350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2516671119433018350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2516671119433018350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/rochelle-i-were-joking-bout-who-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4970879430800826996</id><published>2009-05-11T09:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:12:30.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>AT RISK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT RISK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realised that I've already had 2 pieces of clothing damaged, both for my CCA. Hahaha. Yep. JTC, my torn bloody shirt &amp;amp; my burnt skirt. For my CCA, I've risked my life, my house &amp;amp; my clothes. Hahaha. NP is so hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shirt is not as bloody as my fantastic/ lovely/ wonderful squadmates think it is. It's just a tiny brown patch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SgeAj5AGJwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DgQkDdbn7cA/s1600-h/Image008%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334373637728642818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SgeAj5AGJwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DgQkDdbn7cA/s320/Image008%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SgeAkG1sBVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4bHyjZ8PuoI/s1600-h/Image010%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334373641443083602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SgeAkG1sBVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4bHyjZ8PuoI/s320/Image010%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, it's super small. Really nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the heck did I burn my skirt? Don't ask. All I can say is that I was ironing it myself on Thursday &amp;amp; I heard this sticky sound. When I lifted the iron up, a thin wisp of smoke was rising up from the scorched &amp;amp; torn skirt. Hahaha. Looks like Sera just scratched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the saddest part was that the next day was drills test. *Sigh* Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Min Hui. Then smsed Rochelle, who smsed Ms Yang. But Ms Yang saiD that she'd get back 'later', which meant 10:48pm when Rochelle had long slept. In the end, I spent the entire of Friday's recess looking for a skirt. I'll blog more bout that some other time. And my phone almost died in there too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4970879430800826996?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4970879430800826996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4970879430800826996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4970879430800826996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4970879430800826996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-risk.html' title='AT RISK'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SgeAj5AGJwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DgQkDdbn7cA/s72-c/Image008%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2985865336358635110</id><published>2009-05-11T09:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:55:52.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>3RD CLASS DRILLS TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3RD CLASS DRILLS TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 May: Ms Yang spent most of recess looking for a skirt for me. In the end, I reused my burnt skirt. Lovin &amp;amp; Vanessa ma'am came, but they left. Later, Peiling &amp;amp; another ma'am came. Some skirts were too tight, too loose, too long, too short... My phone dropped lotsa times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yang got me to remove my pinafore. &amp;amp; Mel kept laughing. Ying Yi &amp;amp; Mel kept me company throughout, practising drills &amp;amp; stuff(THX!) Later, they found a suitable skirt, but it was too long. I couldn't wear it so high(my wound). Peiling was saying that it was Pan Shin ma'am who was grading us &amp;amp; that she wouldn't care &amp;amp; Ms Yang gave a very irritated look &amp;amp; said, "If she doesn't care, I'll make her care." Whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiling ma'am asked me if I could sew up the holes. Man, I can't sew to save my life. She gave me an incredulous look when I told her that(of course rephrased). Mel told her we were learning to cook in home ec. Ms Yang added that she failed her sewing(I always get Xiao Gu to sew for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiling ma'am &amp;amp; Ms Yang spent 10min using safety pins to pin the edge. Ying Yi, Mel &amp;amp; I were practising berhenti. I almost crashed into Ms Yang, but thankfully, she didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths skirt was super uncomfortable &amp;amp; I afraid the safety pins might poke me, so I went with my torn skirt. Ms Yang was the first to come, but the last to leave. Man, I have new respect for my NCO now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the room, Hazel crashed into me, my phone crashing beside Ms Yang's feet. The back just split open, the battery &amp;amp; back cover sliding over the floor. MY PHONE!!! Ms Yang looked up, down, up again.. I think I swore quite a bit, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thanked Ms Yang, but I dunno whether she heard me, so I smsed her. She never replied, I think she's quite pissed off. I never got to polish my boots during recess either, but I felt really bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I messed up the drills test. Aw man, I CAN die after this. I messed up the timings &amp;amp; everything! Aw man, I can't talk bout it. &amp;amp; Ms Yang was super disappointed with us, I mean, she spent so much time teaching us, actually staying back. During the test, she was yelling, "SEC 2S!!! WAKE UP!!!" Man, we weren't giving our all, &amp;amp; I KNOW I messed up the drills. I kept turning to the wrong commands &amp;amp; I could see Lovin &amp;amp; Peiling ma'am whispering &amp;amp; laughing behind their clipboards. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Yang was in a super bad mood. Nothing can describe her. Like she thinks it's her fault or something. I feel really bad. I totally messed itup. My behenti sucks. My hentak sucks. My chepat jalan sucks. Everything I did sucked. I KNOW I'll fail.&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/4333193331800198817-2985865336358635110?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2985865336358635110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2985865336358635110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2985865336358635110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2985865336358635110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-class-drills-test.html' title='3RD CLASS DRILLS TEST'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8730779156511646299</id><published>2009-05-11T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:12:02.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>FELI'S B'DAE &amp; NPCC DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELI'S B'DAE &amp;amp; NPCC DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our own little parade today with the Sec 1s cos noone came down for assembly. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hui told us to come at 6.30 to change together, but I came so early the classroom was still locked. Jeraldine came shortly after me &amp;amp; she stood outside the door laughing when she realised how early we were. Luo Wei was standing outside her class(which was open). Jeraldine yelled at the uncle to open the door, but he strolled, taking the long route(which involved opening the rest of the Sec 1 classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Min Hui came a lot later than expected. Rochelle, Venetia, Tiffany &amp;amp; I changed without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wen came in after Min Hui finished changing. She looked surprised, but let it slip. Hahaha. Ususally it's Liying who watch us change cos she stays in class till super late doing her homework(so hardworking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we went down to the track, with the Sec 1s staring cos they had morning jog later. The Sec 1 squad were in PT kit &amp;amp; we were joking that they could also run(PT - physical training).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey ma'am was raising the flag, so Ms Yang was checking our uniforms. She made us do the sizing drill then did opened the squad. Lucia &amp;amp; I were saying how perfect our squad was(since we had 21 people, we could form a perfect rectangle if everyone came). Then we started sniggering at the Sec 1 squad(they formed a square... wait, was it a &lt;em&gt;horseshoe&lt;/em&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yang was checking uniform. Our worst nightmare. Mel was saying how Ms Yang stuck her hand &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; her blouse just to adjust her nametag. Poor Mel. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we did assembly on the track. Then Mrs Tan read the message &amp;amp; Ms Chan came down to talk to us. She said she was from NPCC when she was in sec school &amp;amp; there was a ripple of interest among us. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we 2 Purity people decided not to change for art. Yeah, we walked to the art room in our uniform. Actually, the uniform was quite cooling, thinner than the school u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng was walking to class after assembly &amp;amp; when he saw all the "police officers" standing outside, he got a shock. He had a funny expression on his face &amp;amp; we were all laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my uniform home to iron. &amp;amp; guess what? I burnt it! Idiotic right? I was running the iron through my skirt, but it wasn't hot so I applied some pressure. I heard a sticky sound &amp;amp; when I pulled it up, a thin wisp of pale smoke was just drifting upwards. There were 2 tears in it, like a cat scratch. *Sigh* Why did it happen??? &amp;amp; the next day was 3rd Class Drills Test. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Feli's birthday. I didn't go out with her, cos she has exams &amp;amp; I have history test tomorrow. Yeah, I studied for history cos I was so upset bout my skirt. I didn't even polish my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELI!&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/4333193331800198817-8730779156511646299?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8730779156511646299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8730779156511646299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8730779156511646299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8730779156511646299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/05/felis-bdae-npcc-day.html' title='FELI&apos;S B&apos;DAE &amp; NPCC DAY'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-2824180440252213301</id><published>2009-04-25T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:47:07.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>UNIT OUTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNIT OUTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 April: I was ok with the Unit Outing. Cept that we could have done more interesting stuff. Not that it was not interesting. My group consisted of Siew Kei, Qi Jun, Ying Yi, Lucia, Grace ma'am &amp;amp; ... WANLIN MA'AM!!! OMG!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, the group gathered at the middle of the middle of the forum. But Ms Yang was up on the stairs &amp;amp; she didn't go down. So we all turned around &amp;amp; (much to our embarrassment) asked her to come down PLEASE!!! She came down, 5min later. She thought of a group name - Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to West Coast(which looked cool). We had to play games at certain stations. The first game was the whole group balancing on the rope. I never had wonderful balance. &amp;amp; everyone pushed me to Ms Yang. OMG! I gripped her hand(dry) &amp;amp; Siew Kei's hand too. Then we pulled ourselves up, but I fell(Sad - only one to fall). I fell a couple of times, once landing my whole body in the sand. &amp;amp; I kept &lt;em&gt;crushing&lt;/em&gt; Ms Yang's hand. Cos I couldn't balance. Ms Yang actually supported me on that rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my balance was so much better on the second part. I could move more easily than anyone else &amp;amp; I actually supported people. Lucia &amp;amp; Ying Yi were going to fall &amp;amp; I just held onto them, making sure they didn't fall(I fell once, cos Lucia was leaning too much towards me). Nicea ma'am took a photo of us while we were doing that. The sad part? I had to move 2 places. *Sigh* But it ended with less casaulties(e.g. Me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to look for the next clue - in the sand. I found it at the edge of the boundary(&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; proud of myself. Hahaha.). When we reached there, we had to do that fox, rabbit, carrot game, cept with more characters. I was a neutral character. Lucia was the police. &amp;amp; the police must always stay with the thief if there are family members around. &amp;amp; the thief was - Ms Yang. Hahaha. It was amsuing to see her with the 'thief' tag on her(she really looked the part). Hahaha. Poor Lucia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we had to race. Against Clifford. So we lost(shoots, there goes 1 box of Tic Tacs - Min Hui &amp;amp; I had a bet). Forfiet: Run up to the football players &amp;amp; yell, "WE'RE INTERESTED IN YOU!" I ran, but didn't really shout. Ms Yang was pissed &amp;amp; tried to reason with Pan Shin ma'am but she didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle slammed into the tree. &amp;amp; Yi Jing caught Jemie ma'am's attention. It turned out Jemie ma'am was even more frantic than Audrey or Gloria ma'am. Hahaha. She was super frantic &amp;amp; poured the bottle of Dettol on Rochelle's wound. Ouch. Rochelle also said that Gloria checked for bleeding(sleeve - no blood, hand - not bleeding). We guessed that she didn't want a repeat of JTC. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played another game. &lt;em&gt;Lau ying zhuo xiao ji&lt;/em&gt;. But we had to pass the tail at the back to the front the fastest. We won &amp;amp; Ms Yang made them run up to a guy to ask his name. Super evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more game. The newspaper one. Supposed to put our feet on the newspaper. So we all sat down. Hahaha. The other group copied us &amp;amp; won. *Sigh* Go up to stage &amp;amp; sing "She Bangs" with action. I just stoned. Hahaha. But Ms Yang super enthu. Siew Kei &amp;amp; I just stoned. &amp;amp; stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to another game. This grid, person from each group plays scisssor, paper, stone. Whoever wins says, "I say jump" first &amp;amp; both jump. If the oponent jumps into the same row(not column) as the commander, the opponent loses. If not, the opponent continues. &amp;amp; so on. If the opponent loses, she get off the grid &amp;amp; the winner stays put &amp;amp; repeats the process with the next opponent. Ms Yang went out in the first round(Vanessa ma'am trashed her - hahaha) But Siew Kei was super pro - she won most of the rounds. Min Hui died against her. After several wins, Peiling ma'am won. So it was my turn. I almost died - I was already off the grid but they realized that Peiling ma'am landed in a different row. &amp;amp; I won! I finished it(last person Zhen Zhen ma'am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the final game. A group member had to climb up the pyramid. Ms Yang(super gung-ho) did it. She went up - 4 steps. Down - 3 steps. Litong went up &amp;amp; touched her hair. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had unit bonding &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;guess what&lt;/em&gt;??? We Sec 2s had to pair up with the Sec 4s!!! In the end, Venetia had Ms Yang. Hahaha. SO we played Jacob's Laddder. Yue Yi beside me, but she fell. So Shao Yan ma'am was partnerless &amp;amp; called her new friend 'Vacuum Chao Ah Lian"! Hahaha. Tiffany, Mel &amp;amp; I were challenging each other to fall on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, but obviously none of us did. In the end, Sec 1s &amp;amp; 3s won. Hahaha. Up till now, I dunno my partner's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec 3 ma'ams did a spot check &amp;amp; threatened to tie up untucked shirts with twine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we won the 'Most Bonded Group' prize(My jaws drop in disbelief). Hahaha. I saw a lizard, wanted to catch it but Min Hui was STRONGLY against it. SO I didn't catch it. I felt Gloia ma'am's eyes on me. Why is it &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/em&gt; her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with Yue Yi in the bus &amp;amp; eavesdropping on Sylvia &amp;amp; Pan Shin ma'am's(mostly Sylvia ma'am talking) evaluation with the Sec 3s. When they were giving their phone numbers, we dared each other to record them down. But both of us were too lazy to do that. Maybe Kim, Lucia &amp;amp; Qi Jun did. Hahaha. But the Sec 3s complained bout the Sec 4s(ok, they &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; moody). We passed their bus(pure childish humour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, Melanie, Rochelle, Min Hui &amp;amp; I walked the long way to Macs(we were dropped off at Ave 2). While walking, we saw a &lt;em&gt;MONITOR LIZARD IN THE DRAIN&lt;/em&gt;!!! It slid out of a hole out of nowhere &amp;amp; just compressed its body &amp;amp; smoothly slid into the other tiny hole! It was so noisy but so damn COOL! OMG. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Macs, the place was 'safe' &amp;amp; 'clean'. But not for long. The Sec 3s, then the gang came in. We didn't know why they were so late(we later heard that the CIs scolded the Sec 4s &amp;amp; made them do pumping). But the air was 'infected'. Hahaha. In the end, Gloria, Lovin &amp;amp; Vanessa ma'am were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin ma'am was super super pissed. On MSN, her PM was ... &lt;em&gt;shifty&lt;/em&gt;. She kept changing it. There was this blog URL &amp;amp; being curious, I read it. It was created on that day itself &amp;amp; she was ranting &amp;amp; vulgarities were all over the posts. Guess she was really upset. But we'll keep our opinions to ourselves &amp;amp; a not-so-public blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UO was ok, but I didn't really enjoy myself. I'm just not cut out for this type of things. But they were fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-2824180440252213301?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/2824180440252213301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=2824180440252213301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2824180440252213301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/2824180440252213301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/unit-outing.html' title='UNIT OUTING'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5197335819179673336</id><published>2009-04-25T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:45:18.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>DRILLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DRILLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 April 2009: Today, we had to stay back to learn drills cos our 3rd Class Drill Test is in Week 8. &amp;amp; apparently we had a lot of unlearned drills. We learned 4 new drills &amp;amp; I couldn't remember the commands at all. Hahaha. They're the sizing drill, the shifting drill &amp;amp; the checking drill. I think the only term correct is the sizing drill. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the sizing drill, I realised I was very very short. &amp;amp; I was very very sad. *Sigh* Gotta jump more. JUMP! JUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wanlin &amp;amp; Audrey ma'am were trying to teach us the sizing drill. We were doing that "Satu, Dua" part &amp;amp; Ms Yang kept asking us to go "louder &amp;amp; lower." I've got a question. How do you go lower? We had some really amusing results. Sizheng dragged the end of her "satu". &amp;amp; Yi Jing's "dua" was super low. Ms Yang made Rochelle shout even though she had a sore throat. &amp;amp; she made poor Min Hui repeat the word so many times. Mine was ok. I said "satu" a couple of times(too lazy to shout) &amp;amp; Ms Yang went, "Is this the loudest you can go?" I yelled "SATU!!!" in her face &amp;amp; Rochelle said that she gave me a thumbs up(I was too busy being embarrassed). Hahaha. When it was Lucia's turn, Li Tong, Qi Jun, Yi Jing...etc were going inwards &amp;amp; laughing. When Ms Yang heard them, she snapped at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all laughing, especially Audrey ma'am. Her face turned RED!!! Hahaha. Ms Yang was just at the corner looking funny cos she trimmed that long fringe of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we continued, we had to do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhanti&lt;/span&gt;. I was leaning forward(Venetia said I jumped, but I dunno whether I jumped or not) &amp;amp; felt like falling over. In the first place, I didn't even know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to do it properly. *Sigh* Gonna fail 3rd class at this rate. WORST THAN MIN HUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned the checking drill. It's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kekenan lurus&lt;/span&gt;, cept that we could do it when we were facing the sides. It was one of the easier drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we did the shifting drill. It was ok, but Jeraldine kept messing up the timing. Lucia &amp;amp; I were in front of Ms Yang, so when she asked us to do that drill(moving forward), we moved tiny baby steps even though everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; was taking huge steps. Lucia &amp;amp; I kept grinning at each other cos Ms Yang was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perpetually&lt;/span&gt; in front of us. When Audrey ma'am noticed, she nudged Ms Yang &amp;amp; they quickly moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chepat jalan&lt;/span&gt;. Lucia &amp;amp; I heard Ms Yang tell Audrey ma'am that she wanted us to move more. SO EVIL!!! But we already know she evil. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhanti&lt;/span&gt; sucks. I know it. I can't do it. &amp;amp; I'm not sure bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keblakan&lt;/span&gt; on the march. I always end up doing something different. Venetia says that I keep hopping forward whenever I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhanti&lt;/span&gt;. I know that I always feel like falling. It'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the drills. But I have hope that I can at least get a passable grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Safety First Test. &amp;amp; I PASSED!!! Yeah!!! I got the handling sharp objects half-wrong. Hahaha. I managed to pass the back. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today wasn't that suckish. But Min Hui was complaining cos she failed. *Sigh* How to cheer her up??? She's convinced that she'll fail everything. Maybe next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5197335819179673336?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5197335819179673336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5197335819179673336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5197335819179673336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5197335819179673336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/drills.html' title='DRILLS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7044906075208082605</id><published>2009-04-14T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:49:57.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>SKULLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SKULLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 April: Today, we had to the Police Heritage Centre(PHC). It was a really nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there by bus, but we had to wait for Ms Mala for quite some time cos she came late. On the bus, I was just staring out of the bus, enjoying the calmness I felt. Mel &amp;amp; I were sitting together &amp;amp; we were just quiet, appreciating the silence. Reading our books. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour was quite ok. We learned about the history of the Police Force in Singapore. It's interesting, the crests &amp;amp; name was changed bout 5 times. We also saw the uniforms(khaki shorts anyone?). There were "wings", wing-like extensions to conduct traffic in early Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some cool stuff, like confiscated secret society weapons &amp;amp; guns &amp;amp; different police equipments. The guns were super cool. &amp;amp; at the secret society side, there's a SKULL!!! The top has been blasted(or taken off during autopsy). It's the skull of a guy who shot &amp;amp; killed an officer. That cop-killer received a bullet to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the skull was super cool too. It looked less gross than I thought(I expected something more ancient &amp;amp; dirty). Some teeth were still attached &amp;amp; the eye sockets just looked grimy. The skull appeared to be grining at us in that skull-like manner, as if trying to tell us that he did something great(NOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learnt of officers who died in the line of duty. That's super cool too. As in sacrifizing their lives for the peace &amp;amp; safety of the civilians, &lt;em&gt;in the line of duty&lt;/em&gt;, not the dying part. Dying sucks if you want to do more. But there was also this officer who was involved in a shootout with 4 armed robbers. &lt;em&gt;4 against 1&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; he SURVIVED!!! He's super lucky &amp;amp; brave. Maybe reckless but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PHC was a really nice place. It gives a nice history. The ranks there were also nice. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a police officer when I grow up. I wanna keep Singapore safe. I hate seeing people vunerable &amp;amp; hurt. &amp;amp; besides, I might just be able to carry a gun. Hahaha. Fat chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7044906075208082605?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7044906075208082605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7044906075208082605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7044906075208082605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7044906075208082605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/skulls.html' title='SKULLS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3104710768516314094</id><published>2009-04-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:46:09.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 April 2009: I'M 14 ON 14 OF APRIL!!! Man, I'm so HAPPY!!! I'm a year older. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my b'dae and I can't ignore that. Hahaha. So happy. It's also Jia Wen's birthday. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIA WEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&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/4333193331800198817-3104710768516314094?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3104710768516314094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3104710768516314094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3104710768516314094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3104710768516314094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-my-birthday.html' title='TODAY&apos;S MY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7923840033584769845</id><published>2009-04-13T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:56:14.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>STAMMERING MACBETH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAMMERING MACBETH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've been stammering a lot lately. Yep, I admit, I've got a stammering problem. Really. It all started with Ms Yang. Min Hui wanted Venetia &amp;amp; I to ask her about whether the Police Heritage Tour was optional &amp;amp; to get a letter for her 3rd lang teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to her class. At the window, we saw her bent over her papers(the last time we saw her in class, she was at the door &amp;amp; talking so softly I couldn't hear her!). So what did I do? Since the back door was closed, I went up there &amp;amp; rapped it hard. Ouch! I opened the door, but forgot what we were asking, so I went out of Ms Yang's view to ask Min Hui. Later, Cheng Mun went in &amp;amp; called her out. They were staring at us like we were crazy or something(in a way, yes. We had already been there twice in 2 weeks). So we asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the very first words that came out of me were, "The...the...the...the...THE..." Man, that was &lt;em&gt;embarrassing&lt;/em&gt;. I've not stammered in English for 3 months(the longest) &amp;amp; to stammer again in front of the Conductor was super embarrasssing, not to mention slightly disappointing cos I've been trying to stop stammering. &amp;amp; usually, I'd only stammer thrice. Now it's increased to 5 times. *Sad* *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my English's been deproving since I came to sec school. I've been speaking more Singlish(a lot more) &amp;amp; my grammer structure's so bad I can't even write an impromtu speech that's coherent. What's happening???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I've been stammering &lt;em&gt;a lot more lately&lt;/em&gt;. Yep. It's getting worst. But I think it might get lesser soon. But I've stammered &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; much since... well, since tien hsia(but that's Chinese, so not counted). Hahaha. Ms Yang opened my floodgate of stammers. Up till now, I didn't know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; she did that. Man, she's &lt;em&gt;powerful&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Lit performance on Shakespeare's &lt;em&gt;Macbeth&lt;/em&gt;. It was quite ok, 'cept that it was quite difficult to get into Macbeth's character. I was nervous &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;frozen&lt;/em&gt;(we were at the dance studio). So we started off with me banging the table with the flat of my palm(I was at the side), then giving a wolf's howl(expertly howled but some people still found it funny. *Sigh*). Mandy Wong, Mel Wong &amp;amp; Peck Yee were the 3 witches &amp;amp; they were really composed &amp;amp; looked their part. After the incantations, Mandy said the line, "By the pricking of my thumbs/Something wicked this way comes." I rapped the table with my knuckles(right hand). Pain shot up my knuckles. Ouch! (On Good Friday, my knuckle on my middle finger was a beautiful blackish-brown shade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that idiotic me: I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that my knuckles always hurt after rapping it. &amp;amp; I still do it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the play. I said my lines, practically breathing down my groupmates necks, staring into their eyes, trying to portray the emotions Macbeth might have felt. Then, I took my place as Witch 1/3 as Peck Yee, then Mel became Macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, I became confused, but ended up saying the 'Show his eyes/Grieve his eyes' line cos it was slightly mixed up. I've gotta say, our group did the least preparation, but I still think we were great. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7923840033584769845?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7923840033584769845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7923840033584769845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7923840033584769845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7923840033584769845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/stammering-macbeth.html' title='STAMMERING MACBETH?'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3557599398101981785</id><published>2009-04-09T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:43:39.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>PASSION PLAY &amp; EASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PASSION PLAY &amp;amp; EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 April: Man, I feel... &lt;em&gt;lousy&lt;/em&gt;. Totally. I think I screwed up. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had to wear slippers or sandals since they didn't have shoes in the past. Yeah. I borrowed my mum's sandals(it's actually mine, but I never bothered to wear it - charles &amp;amp; keith, the dainty type) since my slippers were WET from the damn rain. Yeah. When I slipped on the sandals(wearing my dark shirt &amp;amp; jeans), my feet felt cold &amp;amp; exposed. Totally exposed to the elements. I felt &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; exposed. I totally felt like changing out, but it was Good Friday, must control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened? We were warming up: having prep talks; playing 'Blow-Wind-Blow'; more prep talks. Then, when I slipped into the sandals after taking them off for the game, the strap of the left sandals &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt;!!! Man, that was super super embarrassing, especially since no one had tape. Yeah. But I survived. WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put &lt;em&gt;make-up&lt;/em&gt; on us. &amp;amp; we Choir people were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; against it. A couple of people(Evangel, me...) ran about so that Erica couldn't put the blue &amp;amp; silver eyeliner, the blusher &amp;amp; the lipstick on us. Obviously, we failed. *Sigh* My poor face, &lt;em&gt;vandalised&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. Erica cornered Charmaine &amp;amp; Charmaine was squirming about cos she didn't want to put on make-up. Hahaha. Later, Erica held her make-up kit &amp;amp; went bout looking for someone to help her. I volunteered, but she brushed me off. Hahaha. Our faces looked really funny. We looked like &lt;em&gt;clowns&lt;/em&gt;: blue &amp;amp; silver eyelids; pink lips; really pink cheeks that contrasted with our facial colours. All that was missing was the &lt;em&gt;big red nose&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get Eugenia to go for the kids mass, but she said that she'd be all alone. Hahaha. How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the actual thing, I sang really softly. Then, for 'By His Blood', I sang a wrong word super loudly(I later learnt that I didn't sing it wrongly, the screen showed a wrong word &amp;amp; everyone followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl beside me(we were all spread out) was staring at my sandals &amp;amp; I felt totally ashamed. Man, broken sandal strap hanging from sandals. Sounds ok. Try having a little girl just gawking at it &amp;amp; attracting her mum's attention. Another audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I thought that the Passion Play was pretty good. Ysabel(Mother Mary) was really convincing &amp;amp; 'Jesus'(I forgot his name, k?) was great. The way he said his lines were super touching. Randall(Pontius Pilate) was speaking a bit too fast, but he sounded authorative(I dunno if that's how you spell it). Yeah, basically, they're a couple of people that I remembered, there's a lot of other people too. I just felt the play was great. &amp;amp; my choirmates were also great. But I think I did a bad job. Singing outta tune. But who cares? The little girl beside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't sing all the songs they taught us, but we did learn a couple of new songs, &lt;em&gt;on the day of the play itself&lt;/em&gt;. The songs were quite ok, 1/2 new ones, the rest songs we've heard &amp;amp; sang during mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see Nicea ma'am. Yeah, I know. Very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was quite ok. Mass was super long(the play alone took 45min). Just that I didn't get to feel God's presence. Again. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 April: Easter. I went for the kids mass, so I slept late. Hahaha. Had my precious beauty sleep. Then, I went to church. Meeting up with Charmaine, Clarissa, Ysabel, Evangelyn &amp;amp; Daphne, we all went up with the guys for mass. Father Joe was the celebrant &amp;amp; he got all the kids down to the front of the altar. He's pretty gung-ho around the kids, doing kid-friendly homilies &amp;amp; interacting with them. The African priest was also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids were crowded around the altar. There was this little boy who kept going up to the altar. He actually climbed up the steps. Hahaha. His sister had to drag him down thrice! Later, Father Joe asked what the egg represented and this little boy said "New life!" Father Joe was surprised &amp;amp; was even more surprised when he heard that the boy's mum had taught him. Father Joe referred to the mum as a "potential" catechist. Hahaha. Later, he asked what would happen if the kids sat on their Easter eggs, whether a chich would pop out. This young girl said that the egg would be squashed cos it was made of chocolate. Hahaha. Mass was slightly longer, but not as long as the Good Friday mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Joe was saying that in Africa, Easter mass was up to 6 hours long! Whoa! Then, Father Joe invited the African priest to say a few words. Father Joe even joked that if he went on for too long, he'll unplug the microphone(obviously he wasn't gonna do that). The African priest was quite ok, slight accent but ok. He even learnt a Malay word: &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we gathered at the church hall. Yeah. We had fun, eating &amp;amp; chatting. Later, we went to the canteen to share our experiences. Ziting kept singing the first line of 'Jesus Loves Me'. Hahaha. Yeah, well, my experiences were less glamourous. Just nothing. &lt;em&gt;I felt nothing during the play or any rehearsals: not passion, not sorrow, not even boredom. &lt;/em&gt;From there, learnt that I need more faith. &amp;amp; I learnt how to sing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a group prayer after that. The &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; group prayer. Yeah. Everyone said something. The shortest was "Thank you." Mine was longer. "Thank you for being with us." Hahaha. 4 words longer. I think I'll miss the rehearsals. It was a break from our daily routine. But well, there's a camp in May. Will I experience God there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's bout all. Lent is over! Jesus has risen. So why can't I feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD, I FELT &lt;em&gt;NOTHING&lt;/em&gt; DURING THE ENTIRE PLAY. HELP ME EXPERIENCE YOU. PLEASE, I REALLY WANT TO EXPERIENCE YOUR LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3557599398101981785?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3557599398101981785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3557599398101981785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3557599398101981785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3557599398101981785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion-play-easter.html' title='PASSION PLAY &amp; EASTER'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8857376131802219907</id><published>2009-04-08T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:55:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I LOVE my new blogskin. It's really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8857376131802219907?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8857376131802219907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8857376131802219907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8857376131802219907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8857376131802219907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-i-love-my-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4234070534977916828</id><published>2009-04-08T21:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:58:35.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that with certain activities happening, that I've been feeling a very strange emotion. Actually, it's not really feeling, more of &lt;em&gt;sensing&lt;/em&gt;, cos I can't seem to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; any emotions. Sounds complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my fall: I wasn't scared or excited. Was it... &lt;em&gt;boredom&lt;/em&gt;? It was just this huge emotionless void, like nothing could penetrate that void, not even Audrey ma'am's anxiety. I might have been amused, but it was so brief I hardly felt it. It's just... like even though it happened a few minutes ago, it seemed so far away, so distant; like a dream, like it wasn't real, just a fantasy. It felt that I could just wake up any moment &amp;amp; everything would disappear &amp;amp; I'd be back in bed, having a pre-JTC nightmare. Wait. It wasn't even a nightmare, cos I didn't feel scared. The fact that I didn't feel any pain at that time didn't help. Really. I'm serious. But after initial cut, then the hospital pain(stitching, drip, removing of stitched) &amp;amp; that sharp jab, it still feels like a dream, except that I now have a pinkish scar on my abdomen. &amp;amp; my memories of the incident remains devoid of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been scared, but I didn't really feel it. Was it my mind's way of protecting me? I dunno. But it's not only &lt;em&gt;fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church: We've been having rehearsals for Passion Play. After every 'prep talk', I don't feel anything: no sorrow, no anger. I've tried to &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt; my feelings, but every time I tried, I get this little sub-consciousness in me, telling me that I was a hypocrite. Why can't I feel anything? Am I not deeply rooted into my faith? I am a born-Catholic, shouldn't I feel my calling? Or is this my mind's way of preparing me? I dunno. I'm just really confused right now. I'm unable to feel fear, or passion for my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt faithful. Nor have I felt the need for reflections. Never had. During mass, I'd just sit there, really bored. Sometimes, if the proest's homily was interesting, I'd listen. If it was too thought-provoking, I'd just shut down &amp;amp; daydream. During cat class or school, whenever we were asked to do reflections, I'd just write a couple of lines of crap. I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; try to think &amp;amp; reflect sometimes, but it doesn't help. I hate thought-provoking things. I hate trying to explore myself, my ambitions; I hate trying to make notes about my being, my thoughts, my dreams, my character; writing notes makes people think that everything I ever did, ever dreamt of doing, everything, my very being, could be simplified a single paragraph when it &lt;em&gt;COULDN'T&lt;/em&gt;. Can't they understand that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, even longer than you would have imagined possible, I've entertained the thought of being a free-thinker. My personal view of religion is that it makes you guilty. Yes. I think religion makes people guilty. Everything we do, it's restricted by religion. A single wrong deed, &amp;amp; we're weighed down by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I feel that religion is good. It's something to fall back on. Religion is almost like a friend - but only during neutral times. When you're feeling good, you cast religion aside; When you're feeling bad, religion weighs you down, makes you so guilty you feel that you could commit suicide; But when you're &lt;em&gt;NEUTRAL&lt;/em&gt;, you don't feel the need to cherish or forsake religion. You don't view it as necessary, you don't view it as redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on with me. My dreams are getting more violent. Maybe not everyday, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 1 of my post-JTC/post-hospital dreams: Audrey &amp;amp; Wanlin ma'am kidnapping the unit. I dreamt that &lt;em&gt;Audrey ma'am&lt;/em&gt; was the &lt;em&gt;mastermind&lt;/em&gt;, while &lt;em&gt;Wanlin ma'am&lt;/em&gt; was the &lt;em&gt;scared, timid accomplice.&lt;/em&gt; That's very very scary. Audrey ma'am was really crazy, ordering Wanlin ma'am around. But Wanlin ma'am wanted to protect her squad &amp;amp; refused to do anything. So Audrey ma'am just started &lt;em&gt;hitting, beating, stabbing&lt;/em&gt; Wanlin ma'am, Wanlin ma'am crying &amp;amp; screaming &amp;amp; just begging her to stop. How could I ever dream of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 1: Eugenia was just standing there, then Yi Jing was just hitting her, senseless beatings. Am tried to stop her, Sarakim just standing there with Kathigaa, just watching. Then the dream changes &amp;amp; there's a dark alley. Jesslyn ma'am just leaning against the grimy walls, her eyes narrowed to slits. Then Jia Wen &amp;amp; Faith appears &amp;amp; they fight. There's blood everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are extremely violent. But there're some nice ones too. Like Feli, Am and I sitting &amp;amp; just leaning, looking out at a couple of puppies tumbling about. Or me abseiling. In my dream, I can feel myself falling, but it's the exhilarating kind of fall, not the fearful types that wake you up immediately. It seems that my dreams have sucked up the my emotional reserves during dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's wrong. It's just that everything is so &lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt; I've found a couple of songs that express my mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;离开世界表面&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;（五月天)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;丢掉大脑　再丢烦恼&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;恨得多，爱的少&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;只想越跳越疯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;越跳越高　把地球甩掉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake Me up When September Comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Green Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling from the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drenched in my pain again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becoming who we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Black Dhalia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Hollywood Undead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZD85-Z5haw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZD85-Z5haw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah. I feel slightly depressed. But that's noraml. I just emo-ing tonight. Just need to vent my fustrations, listen to depressing songs, read depressing stuff. I like to do this once in a while. Hahaha. I feel so much better already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4234070534977916828?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4234070534977916828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4234070534977916828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4234070534977916828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4234070534977916828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='WHAT&apos;S WRONG WITH ME?'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-9150488410489364280</id><published>2009-04-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:57:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, I know, it's totally crazy, changing my blog URL after a mere few months of changing it to strenghten my love for dogs. But when I went to my blog earlier today, I couldn't go in, got an error. I thought it was just my blog address that was wrong, so I changed it. Only &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; changing it that I realised that the website was probably down(it was only after I went to Gladys ma'am's, the squad's, Chu Wen's, the class's, Am's &amp;amp; Sophia's blog that I was convinced the system was lagging - yeah, I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; slow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing it, I was too lazy to change it back. Hey Feli, if you read this, let me assure you that this was &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; a senior-inspired name. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-9150488410489364280?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/9150488410489364280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=9150488410489364280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9150488410489364280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/9150488410489364280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-i-know-its-totally-crazy-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8951139243553984363</id><published>2009-04-08T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:51:49.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>RELIEF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELIEF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese Common Test, I had dirrhoea. Really bad, woke up early, went to toilet, stilll didn't feel fine. My stomach was feeling really fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test, Ms Anna Leong invigilating. When I held the script, I felt tremors in my tummy. Telling myself that I &lt;em&gt;could not&lt;/em&gt; afford to fail my Chinese this term, I controlled. Methodically reading the cloze passage, I answered the questions. Then the COMPREHENSION came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;agony&lt;/em&gt;. I read the questions, squirming uncomfortably. After reading the questions, I read the passage. After answering the first 2 questions, I felt uncomfortable. Steadying myself, I finished the rest of my questions before asking Ms Leong for a toilet break. She was staring at me, asking if it was urgent. &lt;em&gt;OH MAN&lt;/em&gt;. I thought that my stomach would &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;(Looking back, it's quite amusing). She relented, got me to empty my pockets &amp;amp; I dashed out, knocking into Jia Wen's table &amp;amp; earning the attention of the entire class. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back after the paper ended. All my answers for the last 4 questions were 1-2 liners. I didn't know if I could pass, cos I didn't even check, which is vital for me. I was so scared I'd fail. I was steeling myself for the expected. What was 1 more failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back my paper, tension turned to relief. Then of course the delayed surge of disappointment(which I always feel after every test, no matter how high I get). I PASSED!!! Of course it was lesser than my previous attempt, but nevertheless, it was a PASS(tang lao shi was quite lenient though). Happy! Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my 公函 was a totally different story. I 离题, &amp;amp; ended up failing the damn thing. Again. I can't seem to have any luck with my Chinese compos. They're all so hard, no matter what I write, it's always wrong. *Sigh* I gotta buck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8951139243553984363?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8951139243553984363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8951139243553984363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8951139243553984363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8951139243553984363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/relief.html' title='RELIEF?'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3665397636292820349</id><published>2009-04-08T19:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:29:45.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>GOOD FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday commemorates the day our LORD JESUS CHRIST died for us on the cross. He showed his love for us, coming down from Heaven just to save us. He endured so much: He was humiliated, tortured; He was lonely. Yet, even though He could have used His powers to punish those hurting Him, to save Himself, He didn't, cos He loved us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 April: Today is the last Passion Play rehearsal. Every Good Friday, Sec 2s put up a play on the Passion of Christ for the kids. This year, it's our turn. &amp;amp; I chose Choir. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I realised I was able to hit the higher notes after sessions. &amp;amp; I realised I was soft compared to Sara(who was in my right ear. To be honest, I get irritated when too much sound enters my ears, like it's filling my ear cavity. Dunno how to explain, but my brothers always manage to do just that everyday). Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsals are pretty fun(talking back, fooling around). Sara &amp;amp; I always walk there after Tien Hsia. It's fun to walk, really relaxing. Both of us will just talk bout school, CCA, animals, stuffed toys(mostly polar bears, lions &amp;amp; tigers on her part), our current fantasies(which I find she's the perfect person to share a portion of my dreams with)... Even imaginary hand pets are included. &amp;amp; the route we chose has a couple of lovely dogs: sleek, growling types; tiny, &lt;em&gt;boing-boing&lt;/em&gt;, yappy types; lazy, floppy types... It's just nice, not dog-sighting paradise, but a nice citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route we use is cutting through the private estates to the car exit at the front of our church. There's a huge tree we always pass(it looks like a fir tree; a huge, overgrown Christmas tree leaning slightly). It looks really grand, but as you go closer, it looks &lt;em&gt;layered&lt;/em&gt;, like one ring of leaves, a tiny gap, another bigger ring of trees, another tiny gap...The houses there look huge: semi-detached, bungalows... It's nice, quiet, but couple of cars always cuts our paths. I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; let Sara walk outside, I'd &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; cut her path &amp;amp; push her inside. Crazy drivers are always around, you just dunno where or when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, beside the car exit, near this drain, is a pair of stray cats. They're look well-fed: one curious &amp;amp; friendly; the other wary &amp;amp; tense. I was acquainted with the friendly one, the cat known as the 'Holy Cat' cos it dianks holy water from the stoups(small vessels filled with hoyl water outside the church) when thirsty. Yep, the church cat that just loves a good scratch. The other one is wary. It mantained it's distance from me, allowed me to play with it(with a stick which I used to stroke it) but still tensed up &amp;amp; jumped away hissing when I ran my fingers through it's coat. Sad, but I'm willing to keep trying, especially after I saw it literally rubbing the hand that fed it. Still, Holy Cat is more open, cos maybe it receives the same treatment from kids every Sunday. Somehow, I think Holy Cat is &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; the attention, &lt;em&gt;lavishing&lt;/em&gt; every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to rehearsal. We always do warm-ups, stupid but useful. Yeah. &amp;amp; we learn how to sing the songs properly, like when we should go higher or lower(I'm having a bit of trouble with that). I think I keep singing out of tune &amp;amp; I can't reach certain notes. For example, during the final combined rehearsal with the Drama people, I sang the opening note wrongly. EMBARRASSING. Everyone was staring at me. But my Choirmates are nice people(&amp;amp; some of us kept singing out of tune, so no point goading each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt how to sing in tune, that singing a lot calls for a lot of honey water, &amp;amp; toilet breaks. I learnt coffee makes me both hyper &amp;amp; sleepy at the same time. Hahaha. I made new friends too: Clarissa, Evangel, Charmaine(who's from my class, but I didn't know)... It's really fun. I just hope that it helps rebuild my diminishing faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY IS THE PLAY. I'm excited. I want to sing well, show my emotions through my voice &amp;amp; I hope that we, as the Choir, are able to express our sorrow for our LORD JESUS CHRIST to the kids &amp;amp; let the kids experience his love for us. The play may be important, but we'll be singing, using our voices, for the entire mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During rehearsals, the people will get us to visualize ourselves in Jerusalem on that fateful day; to smell the earthy scent, the smelly donkey shit; to hear the crowds screaming for our Lord's cruxifiction, the weeping of our Lord's disciples; to feel the scratchy cloaks we were wearing, the sandy earth beneath our bare feet; to sense the tension &amp;amp; anger in the crowd, to feel the overwhelming sadness for our Lord; to taste the dusty air... TO SEE IT ALL, THROUGH &lt;em&gt;OUR OWN EYES&lt;/em&gt;, TO RELIEVE THE SCENE FROM &lt;em&gt;OUR OWN MEMORIES&lt;/em&gt;. A powerful exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every session, I feel emtionless. My way of countering &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. I dunno why this happens. I dunno what it means. I just want to be able to experience GOD's LOVE, to take away the barrier between us. Why do people experience God's love more easily than I do? Why do peopel speak of Him(or anything else) with such passion, passion that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have never felt or experienced. Why do people talk of God, talk to Him, like He is just &lt;em&gt;living next door&lt;/em&gt; to them? Why can't I feel the same? GOD, PLEASE HELP ME. I think I'm losing my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR JESUS, PLEASE LET THE KIDS EXPERIENCE YOUR LOVE &amp;amp; SACRIFICE THROUGH THE PASSION PLAY &amp;amp; THE CHOIR. &amp;amp; PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME EMBRACE YOU AGAIN &amp;amp; SEE THAT WHAT YOU DID, YOU DID OUT OF LOVE FOR US. PLEASE LET ME EXPERIENCE YOU, SO THAT I CAN BELIEVE AGAIN, SO THAT I MIGHT BE ABLE TO REBUILD MY CRACKED FOUNDATION. AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3665397636292820349?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3665397636292820349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3665397636292820349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3665397636292820349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3665397636292820349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='GOOD FRIDAY'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8114281897584640923</id><published>2009-04-06T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:20:25.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>PROMISES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMISES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Min Hui, Rochelle &amp;amp; I were discussing bout NP stuff. Min Hui was saying how the ball kept rolling to Gloria or Wanlin ma'am when she kicked it(mine was Gladys &amp;amp; Lixin ma'am). Hahaha. Rochelle was saying that Gloria ma'am was "innocent", that Min Hui should have kicked the ball towards the Conductor more often. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hui was telling me to be more careful &amp;amp; to cut Gloria ma'am some slack, cos everytime I fell, she'd be so 心痛. She said that Gloria ma'am thought that &lt;em&gt;she herself&lt;/em&gt; had caused me to fall(which at this point I'd like to assure everyone that it &lt;em&gt;WAS NOT THEIR FAULT THAT I FELL&lt;/em&gt;). Apparently Gloria ma'am saw me fall(stupid bags, never gonna walk through a thick river of bags again) &amp;amp; took it badly. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened during CCA was that we played soccer. The grass was slippery &amp;amp; the ball kept rolling under my foot &lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt; I tried to kick it, which naturally cause me to fall. Min Hui said that Gloria ma'am was really shocked &amp;amp; gasped &amp;amp; kept asking me if I was alright every time I fell. Aw man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle &amp;amp; I were saying(mostly me, cos I was telling them who was 'beside' me) that &lt;em&gt;Gladys ma'am&lt;/em&gt; should be the one feeling guilty cos while I was at the Specs Stand, she was beside me at the stairs(too far too catch me, of course). Rochelle &amp;amp; Min Hui were both surprised that Gladys ma'am had no reaction when I fell(really? I didn't really see her when I fell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; anyway, i'm now wondering where my bottles(they said that the ma'ams threw away a lot of bottles) &amp;amp; my container(yeah, the container that I was taking) went to. The bottles I can understand, but the container??? Yi Jing said that it disappeared after I fell(aka after Gladys ma'am took it). Yeah. &amp;amp; the oil(the one Yi Jing paid for but insisted was mine &amp;amp; left in my classroom) also disappeared. Maybe the cleaners took it. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promise to &lt;em&gt;TRY&lt;/em&gt; to stop being clumsy. &amp;amp; to be more careful, especially after I realised that my wound has not fully healed(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T ASK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Hey, you can trust me to keep my promise. I take trust seriously(at least among my friends).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8114281897584640923?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8114281897584640923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8114281897584640923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8114281897584640923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8114281897584640923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/promises.html' title='PROMISES'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3733290174007887828</id><published>2009-04-06T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:18:32.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>DON'T LIKE SOCCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T LIKE SOCCER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 March: I decided to do activity today. Warm-up 3 rounds, fine. 10 push-ups, fine. Actual thing, WANNA DIE. Man, I've got totally ZERO stamina. I'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did circuits. At first, Peiling ma'am read 'soccer' &amp;amp; we were all so happy. But the Conductor barged in &amp;amp; corrected her. Circuits. On the field. Grass. Damn. Trying not to strain myself was difficult, especially at the Conductor's side. But I made it through the first set, scratching like hell(I realised the next day that I had several scratches on my hands, angry red marks). Then we ran cos the Conductor wasn't happy with us. Halfway through, we had to gather. I twisted around, too hard. The sharp(very brief) jab in my side reminded me that I shouldn't strain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after push-up, when I could feel my side tingling, I told Lixin ma'am. I said, "Ma'am, my side is slightly painful." while circling my wound. She stared at me &amp;amp; asked, "Is it a stitch?" I wanted to laugh out loud, but knew I shouldn't. I repeated myself twice. Then, her eyes widened &amp;amp; said, "Is it...&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;?" She made a stabbing movement(I wasn't &lt;em&gt;stabbed&lt;/em&gt;) with her hand &amp;amp; I nodded. She told me to do twinkles. Man, that was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I was doing. Bend knees? Straighten? Flick hands? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we played soccer. The grass was slippery &amp;amp; the ball kept rolling under my feet. Naturally, I kept slipping. Damn. I hate soccer now. Can't even kick the ball. When I kicked it, it rolled towards Gladys ma'am. When I tried to kick it away, it rolled to Lixin ma'am. *Sigh* I wished we played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drills was fine. I told myself to look at the tent on the back of the shirt to keep myself in rank. It actually works! YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3733290174007887828?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3733290174007887828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3733290174007887828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3733290174007887828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3733290174007887828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-like-soccer.html' title='DON&apos;T LIKE SOCCER'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3347505772614951079</id><published>2009-04-06T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:30:22.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MS LAW MADE ME VERY SAD! I saw my History PPR &amp;amp; thought I had highest in class: 88.5. But she gave me 9 EXTRA marks for the test &amp;amp; my actual was 71.5, A2. SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rainbow for my results: A1-E8 with an extra A2. *Sigh* Lit most disappointing. A1 drop to C5. *Sigh* &amp;amp; poetry was my strongest too. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3347505772614951079?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3347505772614951079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3347505772614951079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3347505772614951079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3347505772614951079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/04/ms-law-made-me-very-sad-i-saw-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5184832381684194002</id><published>2009-03-17T12:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:51:48.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>1 MORE DAY TO JTC</title><content type='html'>1 MORE DAY LEFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 March: Today during recess, we did the group ID. AVANTA. Hahaha. Sounds nice. We had black elastic bands &amp;amp; markers. Poor Melanie. Bought a gold marker but couldn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, wewent to NTUC to buy the fresh food. I had to borrow, cos I helped pay for Faith's, Min Hui's &amp;amp; my Inspiration. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to buy all the fresh food &amp;amp; sent everything back to school. The uncle at the drinks stall was really really nice. He allowed us to use his fridge for our food(no pork of course, he's Muslim). Yeah. Was super hungry. Later, we collected backwoodsman materials outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back in, we were slacking at the pull-up bars. Yeah, left Litong, Kimberly, Lucia, Amy, Jing Ting, Luo Wei, Charmaine(I think), Siew Kei &amp;amp; me. So we played basketball(using SJAB netball, they didn't bother). I fell down, had this wound that started bleeding(those type you get when you fall on rough ground). Yeah. Ouch. It bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were back at school. We took the backwoodsman stuff out of the shed. When we knocked on the NP room door, Wanlin ma'am locked the door. Stupid. Later, while I was sorting out the green support, Gloria ma'am stuck her head out &amp;amp; asked us to move it to the shed. *gloria*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lazy, so we sewed our group id first. Later, left only Kimberly, Lucia &amp;amp; me. Kimberly &amp;amp; Lucia had to go off, so I carried the bags back myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down, I saw Chu Wen &amp;amp; her senior. She was amused. Yeah, my partner is the most amusing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back, stayed up 2 11pm just to do group stuff. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shortly before midnight, Melanie smsed me. Apparently, she had a compulsory external event &amp;amp; cip on Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday, 10am-5pm, so she was not going for JTC. Fabulous. What was her excuse the last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 MORE DAY TO JTC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5184832381684194002?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5184832381684194002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5184832381684194002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5184832381684194002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5184832381684194002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-more-day-to-jtc.html' title='1 MORE DAY TO JTC'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1443246366234193735</id><published>2009-03-11T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:09:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRACE!!!&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/4333193331800198817-1443246366234193735?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1443246366234193735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1443246366234193735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1443246366234193735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1443246366234193735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3111573177092732570</id><published>2009-03-11T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:46:48.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>CAMPUS CHEER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAMPUS CHEER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 March: I felt so inadequete cos Yi Jing did th food propsals &amp;amp; bought the first aid kit. But I feel less unhappy now, cos I helped compose &amp;amp; edit the campus cheer. Yeahh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm still awake. I just finished the campus cheer(Yi Jing, Qi Jun &amp;amp; Li Tong helped) &amp;amp; sent it to Li Tong. Since I helped to write it(the Cadbury part), I find it really good(now who won't? Maybe a week later, I'll think it's dumb). Anyway, it's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus Cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sang to the tune of 爱我, 爱我, 圣尼格拉)&lt;br /&gt;爱我, 爱我, NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;爱我, 爱我, NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;爱我, 爱我, NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;爱我, NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sung to Cadbury's 'Woudn't It Be Nice')&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice that we all love NP.&lt;br /&gt;Doing PT every now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;Pitching tents are just so full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Topo helps us find our way around.&lt;br /&gt;Backwoodsman is so enriching.&lt;br /&gt;We're one big &amp;amp; happy campus.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken/ Shout)&lt;br /&gt;Volar, we'll fly to greater heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we just realised that the ma'ams rejected &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; our proposals. &amp;amp; they wanted us to standardise our group names. But we were all doing foreign languages(cept Lucia's group, &amp;amp; we're forcing them to change). In the end, when Lovin ma'am heard our group names(Mel's Latin name, my group's Romanian 'Avanta' - soaring), they decided to except.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was sian. We were checking first aid kits after school in the NP room. Audrey ma'am wanted the group's medical history in the kit, so I ran to Li Tong's class to search her bag. &lt;em&gt;My own bag&lt;/em&gt; is messy, but at least I know where I put my stuff(I think). But Li Tong's bag was &lt;em&gt;alien&lt;/em&gt;. *Sigh* When I came back, there was this lady outside the door. The ma'ams knew her, so I guess she's a senior. She zeroed in on Audrey ma'am, but couldn't guess her name. Hahaha. (Some random stuff: I found out that Audrey ma'am's Catholic today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we asked the ma'ams bout our proposals. Lucia kept snatching other groups' proposals, saying they did it first. Which was quite unfair. Whenever Yi Jing &amp;amp; I tried to ask Audrey ma'am, she'd act blur &amp;amp; start asking her squadmates why we couldn't do this or that. &amp;amp; while the other ma'ams took less then a few seconds to answer us, she took a long time. *Sigh* &amp;amp; I thought Molly was bad. But I don't wana badmouth Audrey ma'am. She's way nicer than Wanlin ma'am &amp;amp; anyway, she shares the same Chinese name as Feli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to my class to discuss. Tiffany &amp;amp; Venetia were there, then after we went to ask the ma'ams(in the canteen) for clearer explanations, there were only 5 of us left: Rochelle, Mel, Qi Jun, Yi Jing &amp;amp; me). So, after a great of head-wrecking discussions, we went to Macs. We were having a well-deserved break, happy &amp;amp; relaxed(er...well, maybe not so happy &amp;amp; relaxed) when the ma'ams called &amp;amp; told us to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so while walking, we passed Yvonne ma'am at the traffic light. Then, we passed Haowen &amp;amp; Xin Xuan ma'am. We asked them for a cheer(we told them bout our predicament) &amp;amp; they started laughing! Anyway, Qi Jun &amp;amp; Yi Jing asked them to help them throw their Macs stuff(Qi Jun wasted half her McFlurry). So, we were walking, when we saw a pair of &lt;em&gt;familiar&lt;/em&gt; figures. Qi Jun was saying, "It's not her, it's not her!" &amp;amp; Yi Jing went, "It's her lah!" Hahaha. Yeah. The pair were Wanlin &amp;amp; Peiling ma'am. We tried to ignore Wanlin ma'am(5 in a row!!! While going up ave 13! Jinxed!). She shook her head in that arrogant way &amp;amp; her messy hair just fell all over her face. Later, we heard Peiling ma'am telling Wanlin ma'am, "It's not your problem!" Now I wonder what &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; means. Man, &lt;em&gt;5 seniors&lt;/em&gt;, on &lt;em&gt;the same lane&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were there(Lovin ma'am thought Yi Jing was the IC, man, I feel so inadequete), they(Lovin &amp;amp; Gloria ma'am) told us mostly everything they said just now. &amp;amp; when we asked them why they asked us to come back, they said that they had finished saying it. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as of now, Gloria ma'am replied me at 10.11pm. So yeah, our food proposal's accepted(YEAH!!!). But she wants to know whether we'll be able to finish it by Sat &amp;amp; she wants to know the dimensions &amp;amp; costs of the items. *Sigh* Just finished discusing with Yi Jing. Sheesh. JTC's taking a toll on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just sent it in. Yeah. I'm typing this real time. Cos, I had to delete some parts cos they were no longer relevant. Hahaha. Yeah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11+ now. Gotta sleep. Gloria ma'am hasn't replied. Gonna log off. Have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3111573177092732570?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3111573177092732570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3111573177092732570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3111573177092732570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3111573177092732570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/campus-cheer.html' title='CAMPUS CHEER'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1121129324598869915</id><published>2009-03-10T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:02:31.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRYAN&lt;/span&gt;'S A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONITOR&lt;/span&gt;!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? HOW CAN HE BE A MONITOR???&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST WORD THAT CAME TO MY MIND WAS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOWED BY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;MAN, HE'S A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MONITOR&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/4333193331800198817-1121129324598869915?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1121129324598869915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1121129324598869915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1121129324598869915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1121129324598869915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/bryan-s-monitor-can-you-believe-it-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-4093749254120566747</id><published>2009-03-10T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:40:31.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crapping'/><title type='text'>STUPID THINGS QUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPID THINGS QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a junior's blog. Hahaha. Yeah. Super bored. I've got 58/132. If you get 99/132, it means that you've scored a dinstinction. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( )Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt; ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / **Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;( ) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one nightLevel 14&lt;br /&gt;(x)Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) "Pole Danced"&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a Prank Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swore at the teacher, in front of them&lt;br /&gt;( )Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Fruit Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this quiz is insane. The crime I witnessed was littering. The women I kissed are my mum, aunt &amp;amp; baby cousins. I kissed my fish once(slimy). Yes, I've climbed a tree(got stuck cos I was scared of heights &amp;amp; didn't dare to come down). I plucked a fruit(mangosteen) &amp;amp; ate it fresh(YUMMY). My brothers flashed in front of me. I bit someone when I was a baby. &amp;amp; the list goes on. Laughing throughout, cos it was so amusing. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-4093749254120566747?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/4093749254120566747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=4093749254120566747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4093749254120566747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/4093749254120566747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-things-quiz.html' title='STUPID THINGS QUIZ'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-3850728314897289087</id><published>2009-03-09T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:52:18.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>STATIONS OF THE CROSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STATIONS OF THE CROSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 March: We went St Joseph Church to do the Stations of the Cross(also known as The Way of Sorrows). We had a brief explanation on what the Stations were(quite confusing). It was an imaginative excersise &amp;amp; that we had to reflect. While it wasn't as SPIRITUAL as I wanted it to be, I was still satisfied by the proceedings. But, how spiritual can it get when you're not out where the Stations are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the Cathecist told us that St Joe's 1 of the 2 churches that have the Stations outdoors, but St Joe's is the ONLY church in Singapore with LIFE-SIZE STATUES of the Stations. The other church is St Mary of the Angels, at Bukit Batok(New church). But it doesn't have life-size statues, he wouldn't tell us what. Anyway, he said Mary of the Angels doesn't have a crucifix outside. It only has the Lord floating in the air. The cathecist said that the desgin was contemporary. Now, I wonder what that means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said that the columbarium at Mary of the Angels was "lively". SCARY. Hahaha. Our's is air-conditioned. Hahaha. &amp;amp; the chapel's in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To tell whether a church is Catholic, look out for the CRUCIFIX. It's the CROSS with the LORD nailed to it. &amp;amp; the STATIONS OF THE CROSS adorns the walls of any Catholic church(cept for St Joe &amp;amp; Mary of the Angels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going on to the Stations, let me share a couple of interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;-Stations of the Cross or Way of the Cross; in &lt;a title="Latin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt;, Via Crucis&lt;br /&gt;-Also called the &lt;a title="Via Dolorosa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Via_Dolorosa"&gt;Via Dolorosa&lt;/a&gt; or Way of Sorrows, or simply, The Way)&lt;br /&gt;-Refers to the depiction of the final hours (or &lt;a title="Passion (Christianity)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_(Christianity)"&gt;Passion&lt;/a&gt;) of &lt;a title="Jesus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus"&gt;Jesus&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; the devotion commemorating -the Passion&lt;br /&gt;-Tradition as chapel devotion began with &lt;a title="St. Francis of Assisi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Francis_of_Assisi"&gt;St. Francis of Assisi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Extended throughout the &lt;a title="Roman Catholic Church" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Catholic_Church"&gt;Roman Catholic Church&lt;/a&gt; in the medieval period&lt;br /&gt;-Less often observed in &lt;a title="Anglicanism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglicanism"&gt;Anglican&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a title="Lutheranism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lutheranism"&gt;Lutheran&lt;/a&gt; churches&lt;br /&gt;-May be done at any time&lt;br /&gt;-Most commonly done during the Season of &lt;a title="Lent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent"&gt;Lent&lt;/a&gt;, especially on &lt;a title="Good Friday" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Friday"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/a&gt; and on Friday evenings during Lent.&lt;br /&gt;The Stations tare usually a series of 14 pictures or sculptures depicting the following scenes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;a title="Sanhedrin Trial of Jesus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanhedrin_Trial_of_Jesus"&gt;Jesus is condemned to death&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Jesus is given his cross&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Jesus falls for the first time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Jesus meets &lt;a title="Blessed Virgin Mary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blessed_Virgin_Mary"&gt;His Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;a title="Simon of Cyrene" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_of_Cyrene"&gt;Simon of Cyrene&lt;/a&gt; carries the cross&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;a title="Saint Veronica" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Veronica"&gt;Veronica&lt;/a&gt; wipes the face of Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Jesus falls the second time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Jesus meets the daughters of &lt;a title="Jerusalem" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Jesus falls the third time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Jesus is stripped of His garments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. &lt;a title="Crucifixion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion"&gt;Crucifixion&lt;/a&gt;: Jesus is nailed to the cross&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Jesus dies on the cross&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Jesus' &lt;a title="Descent from the Cross" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Descent_from_the_Cross"&gt;body is removed from the cross&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a title="Deposition of Christ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deposition_of_Christ"&gt;Deposition&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a title="Lamentation of Christ" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamentation_of_Christ"&gt;Lamentation&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Jesus is laid in the &lt;a title="Empty tomb" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empty_tomb"&gt;tomb&lt;/a&gt; and covered in incense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows how loving Jesus is. He endured all these just to cleanse us of our sins. He didn't have to do that. Yet he did because he loved us so much. &amp;amp; yes, even though he was fully God, when he was earth, he was FULLY MAN too. All the pain he suffered was real, he bled REAL blood. Now which person can show such great love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Stations. We all gathered in the chapel. I saw Daphne, Evangeline, Eugenia, Fiona, Ysabel, Charmaine... Yeah, you get it. Anyway, I was attempting to message Hillary &amp;amp; Sara, but realised that there was no reception(Chapel's in the Columbarium, Columbarium's underground). Yeah, so that was why Daph did reply my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when we went on the bus. Lightning &amp;amp; all. SO the facils &amp;amp; catechist told us to pray for better weather. But good weather or not, I don't really like walking the Stations. I mean, I've been going there since, forever. &amp;amp; I'm going back there on Good Friday again. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with Daphne on the bus. &amp;amp; telling them to pray that I'd be able to attend rehearsal &amp;amp; cat class next week(JTC Sat &amp;amp; Sun). Hahaha. (I promise that if I go, I'll go for Confession). It was quite fast. Well, IHM's in Yio Chu Kang, St Joe's in Bukit Timah. &amp;amp; it was raining cats &amp;amp; dogs. So instead of walking, we went into the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage Stations were supposed to mirror our everyday decisions &amp;amp; experiences. They sure did a good job. It seemed real enough. I was in the same pew as Eugenia &amp;amp; Evangeline &amp;amp; we were listening quite attentively. Since we were at the second row of the second column, we were one of the last to read. Speaking into a microphone makes me nervous, especially when you know that the whole room will be able to hear your mistakes. But I survived yet again. WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never knelt for so long in my entire life. For the ENTIRE readings, we were KNEELING. My knees are just getting better. But after that, they just felt stiff. It went away after a while. That made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still drizzling slightly when we came out. But they decided to give those who haven’t visited St Joe the experience. So we cruised through the Stations &amp;amp; stopped at the steep stairs. I noticed that they’ve repainted the statues(they’re now grey instead of white. &amp;amp; VERY shiny too. &amp;amp; smaller. But still have the emotions). They also added imaged of the crowds on the walls behind &amp;amp; the donation boxes were gone too. Evangeline was staring at the statue of Mother Mary, in the scene where she meets Jesus. She still as her arms in a zombie-like action &amp;amp; her face as that sad(no, that’s an understatement) look. If you’ve been to St Joe’s, you’d know what her facial expression is like. The sculptor did a really good job expressing Mother Mary’s sorrow. Like Evan said, “Time can’t heal all pain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back, Evan kept looking for a bin(she kept trying to get us to hold her rubbish – HAHAHAH). So apparently, I told her that her whole life was filled with ‘bin-finding’. After we had snacks(biscuits &amp;amp; packet drinks), she had to look for a bin again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;When we got on the bus, I didn’t have a partner, cos Daph sat with Fiona. So I sat with catechist Theresa. &amp;amp; finished the rest of my chocolates. Man, I feel a sore throat coming.&lt;br /&gt;Back at church, I decided not to go for mass. So I went with Ysabel &amp;amp; Charmaine to Heartland Mall. We walked, cos it was quite near &amp;amp; we had lots of chocolates in the bus. I learnt that Ysabel was from Philippines(she came when she was quite young) &amp;amp; that Charmaine was Sec 3(she got retained in church cos of attendance). Charmaine &amp;amp; I kept talking bout PL &amp;amp; what was happening in the primary &amp;amp; secondary sections while Ysabel was ‘singing in her head’. Contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back slightly earlier, in time for rehearsal. Sara was late, cos she missed her bus, walked, took wrong bus, walked &amp;amp; finally arrived in church. Poor Sara.&lt;br /&gt;In choir, the facil asked why we needed the singing exercises(similar to those Ms Foo makes us do). “To crack our voices!” I said. My voice was cracking. Really. But Daph’s worse. But it’s normal already(I’ve been hearing her speak like that for quite long).&lt;br /&gt;So our facils played a game with us. As there was lotsa fried rice left, they decided to play Guess The Number. Whoever guessed the number had to eat 1 plate of rice, which is 5 scoops. Daph was brutal. She used the spoon &amp;amp; the fork. When she guessed the number correctly, she got a HUGE plate from her ‘victims’. Hahaha. I also got hit. But I gave my plate to Nicholas at the end of the rehearsal. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hitched another ride from Sara’s parents. They’re really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;8 March: I went for Stations again. Kat was quite surprised to see me &amp;amp; said that Sara owed me 2, cos I came to accompany her. May came. Hillary didn’t appear. Anyway, we had to kneel, stand, KNEEL &amp;amp; STAND AGAIN after every reading. Man, my poor poor knees. *Sigh* But I understood the Stations better after that. A second time helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-3850728314897289087?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/3850728314897289087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=3850728314897289087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3850728314897289087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/3850728314897289087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/stations-of-cross.html' title='STATIONS OF THE CROSS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1419255735490585148</id><published>2009-03-09T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:56:53.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET BETTER SOON FELI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BE MORE CAREFUL IN FUTURE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SbUgEGgaTJI/AAAAAAAAADo/0l9fFsr5ENY/s1600-h/Home+Cat+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311186590391487634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SbUgEGgaTJI/AAAAAAAAADo/0l9fFsr5ENY/s320/Home+Cat+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1419255735490585148?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1419255735490585148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1419255735490585148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1419255735490585148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1419255735490585148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-better-soon-feli-be-more-careful-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/SbUgEGgaTJI/AAAAAAAAADo/0l9fFsr5ENY/s72-c/Home+Cat+05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-862523005114912065</id><published>2009-03-09T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:57:31.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>WET &amp; FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WET &amp;amp; FALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 March: It was suprisingly ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, we washed the tent sheets. As usual, I was wet from head to toe. We were washing in front of the musc room, so Wanlin ma'am could poke her head out of the hole in the staircase to watch us. Later, she went down. At a certain point, while Hao Yi &amp;amp; I were alone washing, she irritated us so much I almost felt like spraying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn super wet. Wanlin ma'am told me to stand in the sun. It was really fun, so I didn't really want to stop. But she told me that there was no way I was going back to class dripping. Weel, meybe she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have a heart after all. Anyway, later I took back my words, cos she annoyed us again. I placed my thumb over the hole of the hose &amp;amp; was pleased to see water squirting both ways. I positioned it in such a way that it'll spray her but make us look completely innocent. I dunno whether it hit her, but she did jump &amp;amp; leave us alone. Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, during CCA, we did 1 round of circuits. Sit-ups, jumping jacks, push-ups, pull-ups &amp;amp; chest-passing 2 medicine balls. We could combine each individual's activity to form the group's total numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pull-ups proved that I'm getting closer to my preferred arm-strength(though still a long long way to go - I only went halfway). Anyway, Wanlin ma'am said that we could help. So Hao Yi was first &amp;amp; I just grabbed her legs &amp;amp; lifted her up twice(so I was doing the 'hard work' while she just 'enjoyed the ride'). When Wanlin ma'am saw us, she gave us that eyeball look &amp;amp; told us that we needed 2 people to help. Yue Yi was the lightest, so she did the most(5). Michelle did 2 while I did 1 cos I was heavier(yeah, need to lose weight). Being &lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt;, I decided to try it by myself. So I pulled myself up halfway. But I couldn't get up any further, so I released my grip. I landed on my feet, but suddenly lost my balance &amp;amp; landed butt 1st on the stone slabs. Hahhaha. Peiling ma'am saw me fall &amp;amp; she looked so damn SHOCK!!! She went, "OMG! Are you alright???" I kept saying I was fine, but she kept asking &amp;amp; my group kept laughing. Man, I have excellent balance on the bus or when I'm sorting out worksheets. Maybe it's my body's way of relieving stress? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they gave us our JTC groups. It's VOLAR(Spanish for fly). I wished to be in A &amp;amp; I got A. Hahaha. &amp;amp; I'm the IC. DRATS! Anyway, AIC's Yi Teng. Yi Jing, Yue Yi, Melanie &amp;amp; Joyce are in my group too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really study the format &amp;amp; poor Hao Yi was the first. She kept mixing the format(she didn't go last year) &amp;amp; the ma'ams kept screaming at her. I almost felt like yelling back at them, but that would have been courting death. &amp;amp; it's also partly our faults too, cos we didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do proposals. At first, we were supposed to go to 2 Truth, but they decided to go to my class instead. When Melissa &amp;amp; I realised where we were headed, we quickly dashed to the classroom. They were there cleaning the whiteboard(during lunch, we'd usually draw on it). We were hoping they hadn't seen much cept for the Molly Nutcap. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pens from the table, &amp;amp; I volunteered to return. But the uncle chased us out. I left my bottle in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CCA, I tried to go in, but realised that the uncle had locked the bottom. I was so &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;. How could I have forgotten to check. Anyway, I left the pens on Chuwen's &amp;amp; my table(threw in, some on floor). Another pen thrown in under the bemused look of Shannen ma'am(it hit the door). *Sigh* I'll be more careful in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-862523005114912065?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/862523005114912065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=862523005114912065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/862523005114912065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/862523005114912065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/wet-fall.html' title='WET &amp; FALL'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-26014156140144936</id><published>2009-03-05T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:56:57.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kim Tan &amp;amp; I are wondering if we can go for rehearsal(bonding) &amp;amp; mass(religious) &amp;amp; cat class(spiritual) on the sat of JTC. We're prepared to give valid reasons for feeding our religious beings. &amp;amp; I promise, if we can go, I'll go for Confession. Anyway, I need to go during this season of Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-26014156140144936?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/26014156140144936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=26014156140144936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/26014156140144936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/26014156140144936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/kim-tan-i-are-wondering-if-we-can-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5253363969631584000</id><published>2009-03-05T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:54:39.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>WET! WET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WET! WET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 March: We were waiting outside the NP room for the ma'ams to open the door. Well, they didn't have the key, so the Conductor stuck her hand in to unlock the door. Sounds familiar? But the hard part was, they had some blockage on the window. Bet I could have opened the door faster(I've got experience). Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm SUPER WET. Washing pegs &amp;amp; the chunko has taken it's toll on my clothes &amp;amp; I'm dripping. Ok, it's my fault. The pressure in the hose was weak, so what was a little harm in closing half the hole? WRONG. I ended up drenching myself, my squadmates &amp;amp; Audrey ma'am(Sorry to those affected, I was the only one supposed to get wet). The milky warm water didn't exactly make me feel cleaner, but I still felt refreshed(&amp;amp; wishing I remembered we were supposed to stay back &amp;amp; brought my PE shirt). Even my pants was wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes were water-logged. I was walking to Macs with Rochelle &amp;amp; Min Hui &amp;amp; swapping childhood embarrassements. Halfway, I met Genie &amp;amp; her friends. They urged me to stay a while, so I did. Genie tore a bit of grass &amp;amp; started shoving it into everyone. Hahaha. A bit of madness on a mad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Macs, I gave up reading the book Yi Jing lent me(Testing Kate - it's a &lt;em&gt;Little Black Dress&lt;/em&gt; book, but I find it boring. It's also the first time I have given up reading a book). I decided to read my Echo Park by Michael Connelly instead. Ah, finally, a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to finish off the books I bought at the Carrefour sale at Plaza Sing(bout 7 - spent $54, quite a good deal). So no borrowing from the library, if I can resist it's charms... Hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5253363969631584000?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5253363969631584000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5253363969631584000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5253363969631584000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5253363969631584000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/wet-wet.html' title='WET! WET!'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-8111404882428506251</id><published>2009-03-05T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:42:25.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>CHOIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Feb: We have rehearsal every sat until Good Friday for the Passion Play. Apparently it's a Sec 2 thing, where we youths give back to the church(Nicea ma'am warned me bout it, but she said it was quite fun - she was in drama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sara &amp;amp; I went after Tien Hsia. We met Daphne &amp;amp; Evangeline(she still haven't found a bacteria starting with V even though I'm still calling her Euglena). Hillary &amp;amp; Eugenia  didn't come, but Ziting &amp;amp; May &amp;amp; Isabel &amp;amp; James &amp;amp; lotsa other people came. Every class' facil(cet ours) was there. It was quite fun(ice breakers). I ended up in Choir, with Evan, Daph, Sara, Andrea... Ziting, May, James, Kimberly... went Drama. At first Evan was over at Drama. But we told her that we couldn't sing, &amp;amp; we dragged her over. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Pretty fun. &amp;amp; it was raining super heavily, so Sara's mum brought me home. There's a St Joseph Church trip next week, Stations of the Cross. I'm going. It's time to give my diminishing faith a help by putting in some good spiritual excersise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-8111404882428506251?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/8111404882428506251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=8111404882428506251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8111404882428506251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/8111404882428506251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/choir.html' title='CHOIR'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7212277680692964792</id><published>2009-03-04T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:42:45.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>GAMES &amp; FLAGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAMES &amp;amp; FLAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm just going to briefly describe Games Day &amp;amp; Flag Day. It's way overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 March: We went to First Tao Payoh Secondary for Games Day. 2 games: Push ball &amp;amp; floor ball(hockey). What I found out: I always fall during push ball &amp;amp; I still am the biggest sucker in floor ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited quite long for our turn, &amp;amp; it was slightly disorganised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ball was really really fun, the type of game I like to play. We were supposed to push this huge red ball into the opponent's goal post. I kept falling. There was once I was holding onto the ball, but the ball &lt;em&gt;FLEW&lt;/em&gt;. I chose the worst possible moment to release my grip, &amp;amp; ended up &lt;em&gt;FLYING&lt;/em&gt; to the ground. Another time, everybody was pushing &amp;amp; I tripped. Rochelle was pulling me up, but this girl knocked her down. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia twisted her ankle &amp;amp; got a piggy back on Sharon ma'am's back(it was supposed to be the Conductor, but Lucia kept shaking - cos she's too scared. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I fell, I knocked my ear. &amp;amp; I felt so dizzy I felt like vomiting. But I poured half my bottle on myself(much to the chagrine of my squadmates - yeah, you know me). Hey, I felt fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK AT FLOOR BALL(it's a known fact for those who played with me in Recrea - Yeah! Recrea ROCKS!!!) Yeah. Hate me, I knocked the ball into the goal post. &amp;amp; I whacked practically everyone on the field. But the guys were brutal: They whacked Yi Jing's hand until it bled(she pretended to cry, scaring the first aiders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vanessa ma'am &amp;amp; Sharon ma'am were pretty cool. &amp;amp; even if St Nicks didn't get anything, we've got a whole lot more to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 March: Flag Day. Ok, I camped out at AMK Hub with Melissa, Yue Yi, Michelle &amp;amp; this other Sec 1(Sorry, I dunno your name, but you're pretty cool). I came the earliest, with this student from Dunmen. But she got chased out by competition. Me, I held my fort. &amp;amp; met with interesting characters, a heavy tin(mine, hahaha) &amp;amp; an extremely stiff left arm(the whole stretch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked people with young kids($0.10-$3), old people($0.10-$5) &amp;amp; the rest. Hahaha. Had 16 notes, 15 $2, 1 $5. There was this old guy who gave a Gabrielite $50. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old lady, her handbag filled with stickers. She donated to everyone in sight, adding stickers to that mounting collection. Whoa. &amp;amp; there was this girl(who we gave an extra sticker) who kissed Melissa on the cheek. Hahaha. that was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I realised that people were still generous during the recession(I didn't finish 1 page, but Zhen Zhen ma'am's tin could break anybody's arm). &amp;amp; I appreciated volunteers more. Even though I find old folks' homes(&amp;amp; now disabled homes) depressing, I make it a point to donate. &amp;amp; I got a nice suntan as a bonus, not that I really needed 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7212277680692964792?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7212277680692964792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7212277680692964792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7212277680692964792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7212277680692964792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/03/games-flags.html' title='GAMES &amp; FLAGS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-5713000890835378538</id><published>2009-02-22T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:02:24.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>DARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this post is extremely overdue. Wrong parts could be cos my memory was already a week old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Feb 2009: Ok. CCA. Rochelle accompanied Min Hui back to our class cos her class had remedial, so did Tiffany's. We were just slacking about. Later, we were like, for once, the first. Luckily, the backwoodsman materials were still neatly arranged outside the balcony. Rochelle wanted to know what we had to do with the materials. I suggested asking Wanlin ma'am/Conductor. She turned to me &amp;amp; said, "Since you like interacting with the ma'ams so much, why don’t you ask her?” So I did. As usual, she stared at me before replying. Or was that Audrey ma’am? Well, we carried the materials &amp;amp; placed it beside the NP board. Later, we assembled at the old Specs Stand. Sizheng was limping, cos she sprained her ankle that morning. Apparently, at the classroom door, where there’s a step, she spun around to say bye to Jing Ting &amp;amp; slipped &amp;amp; fell. Poor Sizheng. Lucky Ducky. I’ve always fantasized of being injured but never got round to it cos I was scared of pain. Unless the pain came from basketball, NP-style. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our particulars &amp;amp; some ma’am asked us to gather somewhere, but I didn’t hear it, cos I was writing my particulars down. When I was done, I vainly tried to find the others, but returned sheepishly. Wanlin ma’am gave me a lazy look(you know, snake full of prey look) when I asked where to go. Oh. Sec 1 quadrangle. Hahaha. They had already started running. So what did the silly pup do? Well, chase after them. I expanded my energy to chase them &amp;amp; only caught up with them back where I started. Gladys ma’am(she was at the back with Lixin ma’am, Audrey ma’am at the front) gave me an amused look &amp;amp; I berated myself for natural instincts that probably bring me more harm than good. We were climbing up the stairs(whole campus brimming with the day’s PT schedule &amp;amp; probably spiteful that a test was proceeding at the bottom) when Jing Ting fell. Ouch. Anyway, today’s PT was a killer, an actual taste of JTC. Even as I type(22 Feb but I finish this on 4 Mar), my arms, thighs &amp;amp; stomach muscles still ache from the sheer number of time we had to do those ‘easy’ f****** planks. Luckily, I was at the back &amp;amp; the Conductor didn’t really come my way. Audrey &amp;amp; Gladys ma’am(ever since my dreams, I’ve been slightly more wary of them &amp;amp; have noticed that for most of the activities, they’d been around me. But thank God it’s them &amp;amp; not the Conductor) were always asking Ying Yi(first set)/Hao Yi(second set) &amp;amp; me to straighten our arms when we seriously could not go up any further. I think I was arching my back. But I was shaking too much to bother &amp;amp; the center of my feet hurt after that so I was limping slightly. But it’s fine after a while. Should have done more stretching. Should be fitter. Yes. I know. I wish. Later, we had backwoodsman. Wanlin ma’am asked us to get the materials &amp;amp; Hao Yi &amp;amp; I were eagerly running in front of the pack cos we wanted to carry the materials(the aching hadn’t really settled yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I carried the green support with a bag of A structure on top of it. I was almost at the back, Gladys ma’am behind me. I tried to hurry, but every time I jerked while hurrying, I could hear the soft plat of twigs dropping out of the bag &amp;amp; sensing(I couldn’t really see, the black trash bags blocked my view) Gladys ma’am bending down to pick them up. She asked me to get someone else to help me &amp;amp; I was like, “Uh, no thanks.” Hao Yi helped me carry the twigs. I got Yue Yi to pour water into my mouth. Hahaha. Later, they split us up. &amp;amp; they split up my group again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was quite fun. I LOVE the chunko(is this how you spell it?). It’s the spade with a downward head. While the Sec 1s were tapping the ground lightly, Litong &amp;amp; I were slashing it down, more me than her. Hahaha. I love it!!! I kept hacking at the ground like how I do with the peg, cept I couldn’t miss the ground. I just kept swinging, my senses overjoyed. Soil was flung over my back I chopped a rock into half. I just love hacking at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey ma’am asked me to get newspapers to put the grass, cos none of us had them &amp;amp; I told her it was in my class. She asked me to get them, so I ran. BIG MISTAKE. Ran out of breathe at the Specs Stand(yeah, I know, super unfit). Anyway, the class was locked &amp;amp; a string of swear words involuntarily ran in my head. So I jumped over the balcony &amp;amp; into the classroom to get my 联合早报. Guess what? When I got back, they ALREADY had newspapers. So I told Audrey ma’am that if they didn’t need it, I wanted it back. The green support I chose was too long, so Wanlin ma’am made us get another one. Actually, I had already hacked away too much ground, so the new, shorter green support was slightly too short. But it was ok. Wanlin ma’am liked our group, cos we were the fastest(I like to think it was due to yours truly, but I also have to credit it to the rest of the group).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was hacking, Wanlin ma’am was squatting, hands over chest hugging neck slightly. When I stood up, I accidentally looked in. Yeah. Will not post about it. We assumed we wouldn’t need the chunko, so we gave it away. We were wrong, cos we needed to hack rocks away. So I got this chunko with the head dropping off. Litong allowed me to dig out the rock, only the rock. Man, you should’ve seen me. I swung the head into the soil &amp;amp; the rock practically flew out. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just as I was about to swing it again, the head flew off. Either Audrey or Gladys ma’am was in front of me, so it was pretty lucky that I was aiming the head downwards. I shudder to think bout what would’ve happened if I wasn’t that careful(Lotsa blood, maybe it'll fulfill a couple of my fantasies?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lit the fire(Wanlin ma’am lit it). The first group. We were all cheering. Audrey ma’am asked us to help other groups, but they chased me away, especially the group with stones. *Sigh* I’d love to handle the chunko again. Later, when the fire was entering the toddler stage, exploring every possible route to burn, Wanlin ma’am frantically asked if we had watered down the grass. We haven’t. So I ran to get my bottle. &amp;amp; guess what? When I got back, they already had water. But I poured half of it on the edge anyway, while Wanlin ma’am poured the rest at the back. The flames wavered for while, but got back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the fire died down. After several short urgent puffs, it was certain the fire wasn’t going to live. Wanlin ma’am, who was passing, said, “Aw, how come no more fire?” So we ran about like headless chickens to get more material to revive our beloved flames. I wanted to light it, but I was scared of fire(I liked to see it, liked to hear it, but hated to go near it). So I lit the tinder furthest away from the A structures. But it died down immediately. Wanlin ma’am laughed &amp;amp; boasted, “I’m still the pro!” So, I stuck my hand in with the lighter, lit it &amp;amp; quickly withdrew my hand. I watched in satisfaction as the flames act slowly but surely at the A structures. The crackling was relief to my ears as I watched the beautiful flames lick up the offerings &amp;amp; climb into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were adding too much stuff. The bloated fire was dying. After a couple of quick puffs from me, it was back, amid applause from the happy group. We were careful to set the twigs on fire before throwing it in(me mostly). Whenever the fire died, I quickly blew short urgent puffs even though the smoke was in my face &amp;amp; I was inhaling it into my lungs. At that time, filled with the exhilaration of lighting &amp;amp; reviving the fire, I thought it was the most wonderful smell(but the next day I had a slight sore throat). The green support was cracking &amp;amp; I thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan Shin ma’am wanted us to extinguish the fire, but we were reluctant to do so. When she turned her back on us, the fire almost died. I blew it back &amp;amp; everyone cheered again. The fire burst out a lot stronger then expected. Until she turned around &amp;amp; told us to extinguish it again. I blew 1 long gentle breath, lovingly stroking the fire. I now love both the chunko &amp;amp; the fire. Pan Shin ma’am looked amused &amp;amp; said, “Aren’t you making the fire BIGGER???” I blew more strongly, then went to get more water, so I didn’t know how they extinguished the fire. But it was a dark sodden mass of mud &amp;amp; charred twigs. Apparently they got water when I was getting it, to the laughter of my group. I poured the water in anyway, splashing Wanlin ma’am slightly. We were wetting the pit. I was splashing everyone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I dug out the remains with my hands(slightly squishy &amp;amp; warm, really fun to touch). I went around with muddy hands &amp;amp; asked the ma’ams(Gladys, Audrey) if they wanted to help. They took 1 look at the contents of the pit before retreating(actually, Gladys ma’am only looked at my hands). I was bashing the grass &amp;amp; Audrey ma’am told me not to kill the grass. Hahaha. I asked Wanlin ma’am if she wanted to see the bottom of the pit when we were done. She gave me her signature eyeball look before replying, “Er…No.” Hahaha. She saw our pit &amp;amp; whined to Pan Shin ma’am(she’s been whining a lot lately) about the grass(all messed up due to chunko &amp;amp; feet) &amp;amp; Pan Shin ma'am was something like, "How do you want them to dig up the grass?" &amp;amp; we were all watching &amp;amp; had urges to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while cleaning up, Jing Ting &amp;amp; I washed the 4 chunko(I dunno the plural) by the green hose at the peacork shed. To put more pressure, I closed half the hole. It was cool, the warm water splashing off the chunko onto me &amp;amp; washing the mud from my face &amp;amp; specs &amp;amp; wetting my hair, shirt &amp;amp; slacks. Jing Ting was drier, only her slacks got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, they were all gathering. Wanlin ma'am said, "Sec 2s stay here!" &amp;amp; all of us were cheering. I think Pan Shin ma'am said something bout our juniors, cos later Wanlin ma'am told us to go to the upper forum. I wasn't sure what was going on cos I was concentrating on how to get my specs dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking &amp;amp; asking questions. Like if Weixi ma'am was coming back for JTC(no - WHOA!). Or if Wanlin ma'am wanted to be a CI(I asked that question cos she spoke so highly of them). Apparently she didn't want to be one(phew). But she thought I wanted to be 1. No way. I have yet to form an attachment with St Nicks(though I get so bored at home I'd rather be in CCA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wanlin ma'am asked if we wanted to play a game. I suggested BASKETBALL(I told Melissa that it could finally be my chance to knock our NCOs down, she told me I'd DIE if I ever did that. Ah, HECK). But there was only 6mins, so no. Then it was double wacko(too sian). Finally, we settled for TRUTH OR DARE. We all wanted a lucky bottle, so we took Yi Jing's yellow cutish bottle(it was her idea). The first spin...it pointed in between Wanlin &amp;amp; Audrey ma'am! Well, more to Wanlin ma'am than Audrey ma'am but she wanted to play scissors paper stone. Audrey ma'am won, but Wanlin ma'am insisted on playing another time(yeah, she lost again). &amp;amp; guess what??? Wanlin ma'am chose a DARE!!! OMG!!!(I never choose dare when playing these games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the centre people(that’s Yi Jing, Lucia, Kimberly etc) were all busy discussing Wanlin ma’am’s ‘fate’. Hahaha. Anyway, it was Yi Jing(after much laughter &amp;amp; reluctance) who said it. “SISTERLY LOVE: Kiss Audrey ma’am!” OMG! OMG! Hahaha. Man, that’s brutal. The look on Wanlin ma’am’s face was pure ecstasy. Audrey ma’am’s face might have coloured slightly, Idk, cos I was laughing too hard. &amp;amp; there was that look they gave each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Wanlin ma’am managed to ‘bargain’ her way to a bear hug(down at the forum, bollywood style). To our great disappointments, she just gave Audrey ma’am a slight awkward hug(not even a hug, but what the heck, I don’t hug my friends) right where they were sitting. We were all groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Wanlin ma’am spun the bottle &amp;amp; it pointed to her again.But she said it wasn’t in the centre, so she spun it again. It pointed no where, so Yi Jing spun it. It pointed towards Melissa &amp;amp; me, but the bottle kept rolling &amp;amp; pointed to… Audrey ma’am(thanks for the yellow bottle). At first the ma’ams were protesting, but 1 thing was clear, everyone was in favour of an all-ma’ams show. Audrey ma’am took TRUTH(we tried to assure her that dare doesn’t include sisterly love, kissing or lesbianism, but she was unconvinced)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was poor Audrey ma’am’s question? As usual, Yi Jing went, “What is the colour of your undergarment? Must tell pattern, size &amp;amp; brand!” Hao Yi added in, “&amp;amp; must have cup size too!!!” Hahaha! Our NCO was turning into a setter. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Wanlin ma’am that she wore an electric blue/black bra every Friday &amp;amp; that look on her face suggested that she’ll never ever play Truth Or Dare with anybody for a long long time. Maybe the whole Sec 4 squad now thinks that we are all sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan Shin ma’am was around &amp;amp; Wanlin ma’am was shooing her away, saying that it was “something private”. Hahaha.Anyway, our NCOs were whispering &amp;amp; produced, “Black.” Ah, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the NP room to get our bags &amp;amp; to change. I overheard Wanlin ma’am giving a brief of what we were doing to Peiling ma’am &amp;amp; Peiling ma’am’s face was a mask of shock. Our lovely NCO saw us watching &amp;amp; I gave her my goofiest grin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put the newspapers back into my class, under my desk, so I asked Gladys ma'am if I could go back in(by my fav way). She agreed, until I told her the doors were locked &amp;amp; the way I was getting in. That uncertain awkward look on her face was one I've seen many times. She said, "O...k..." Man, that was really amusing. Then, I asked her if she would vouch for me if I was caught &amp;amp; she gave me that look again &amp;amp; told me that I was by myself. Hahaha. Anyway, I was too lazy to go back in(even with the thrill), so I just swung it over the railings. But I did climb over the other fence. A lesser evil, but not as thrilling. I get my thrills from weird places. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the canteen toilet, while I was changing, I realised that the lighter was still in my pocket. So I went back &amp;amp; was trying to attract Wanlin ma’am’s attention(practically the whole gang was outside the NP room). Yu Jia ma’am saw me &amp;amp; she called Wanlin, “Oi, your junior wants to burn you.” Audrey ma’am said, “Thank you.” Hahaha. (For people who don’t get it, I have a weird habit of linking up sentences, so don’t bother.) Audrey ma’am, who was nearer to me, was actually taking the lighter when she said it. &amp;amp; the dear Conductor(who was quite slow) whined, “I’m so nice, who wants to burn me.” Ah, now I wonder who wants to burn the Conductor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We were having a discussion bout what would have happened if Wanlin ma’am really kissed Audrey ma’am. Well, Audrey ma’am would blush to the colour of a setter &amp;amp; would not talk to us for a year. But what would happen if Audrey ma’am kissed Wanlin ma’am. Well, Audrey ma’am would blush even redder &amp;amp; not talk to us for a year. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-5713000890835378538?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/5713000890835378538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=5713000890835378538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5713000890835378538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/5713000890835378538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/02/dare.html' title='DARE'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-7805603032004842620</id><published>2009-02-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:40:41.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>PEPSI &amp; TESTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEPSI &amp;amp; TESTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Feb 2009: Alright, today is Friday. We have Chinese Common Test. ARGH!!!! Si liao. How can I FORGET??? NOOO! Gonna fail for sure. I hate Chinese. Always hated it. The only reason I took up HCL is cos JC dun need to take Chi. But I'm coping ok(Ha, hear that 黄老师?). Man, the questions were so HARD. But I'm gonna pass. I HAVE to pass Chinese this year. I don't wanna end up in normal Chi. I don't want my Sec 1 efforts to go to waste. &amp;amp; I'll have to admit my Chinese is a failure. MUST PASS CHINESE(&amp;amp; English &amp;amp; Science &amp;amp; Math &amp;amp; Geog). If I don't pass at the end of the year, I'll have swicth schools cos St Nicks does't have Normal(Acad)(NO WAY I'M SO DUMB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get triple Science. So definetely have to pass &amp;amp; get top 100. I wanna enter forensics when I'm older, or just the police force cos I want to protect people, I don't like seeing people get hurt, especially the young kids &amp;amp; the elderly. It just breaks my heart, gives me that weird feeling. I just don't like seeing people upset or hurt(unless it's by my own designs, HAHAHA). My mum says that while my cousin, who's the same age as me,(Nicholas's(Nick) in Red Cross &amp;amp; he's like, a rank higher that his squadmates; envious, his seniors think he has leadership qualities) likes to save people, I like to catch people. Man, ain't that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't, I'll be a psychiatrist. I'd study pschology(Dad says it's a waste of time, but I beg to differ, more people are getting depressed). Maybe help out with kids(maybe not). I dunno. Counselling? I dunno. It's either forensics or psychology. Maybe I'll be a profiler. Hahaha. What will people think of me if I just happen to predict a muderer's mindset. Already, Sara has been saying I'm sadistic &amp;amp; full of 'murderous' thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my friends bout my passion(solving homicides), they pretended that my ambition was to start killing everyone. I'd ask them if they wanted to be my first victims &amp;amp; I promised that it'll be very 'painful'. Hahaha. Unless it's that I'll be the first one to solve their murders(hope it never happens, I can't bear it if anything happens to my friends). Still, I really hope to get my dream job. But I remembered that your degree was supposed to be less than 500. S***. Mine's like what, 700++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my day. It was ok, cept that I couldn't hand in my geog poster cos I decided to print &amp;amp; my printer chose that exact same day to run out of ink(it's NEW). *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was fine. I was stoning. Ha. Don’t really like Tang 老师. I just don’t get her. Maybe it’s cos she’s from Taiwan. But Su long’s from China &amp;amp; even though I don’t understand half the words he says(cos of his accent &amp;amp; his choice of difficult words; I can understand mild &amp;amp; middle accents, occasionally harsh ones too), but I’m ok with him. Wait, he’s from China. I view China &amp;amp; Taiwan as 2 separate countries. But Jessie’s from, Taiwan, &amp;amp; she doesn’t act like Tang 老师. Wait. Jess is a student/kid. Tang 老师 is a teacher/adult. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was bad. We got back our papers &amp;amp; due to overwhelming of marks-peeking, I shall not post my marks on my blog. As usual, Ms D(Du) was too fast &amp;amp; I couldn’t finish copying the notes. She said that she’ll email it to us, &amp;amp; I’m going to check, as soon as I remember the username &amp;amp; password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. We were celebrating Petrina's &amp;amp; Liying's birthday, which is tomorow, 21 Feb. Couple of people(inlcuding me) share birthdays. We chose the table next to the drinks stall &amp;amp; had to switch off the fan cos it was blowing the candles on the cake out. The class(not all) sang a passable song, lotsa echoes &amp;amp; badly sung segments &amp;amp; Amanda Loh was practically singing solo(very madly too). Hahaha. Petrina &amp;amp; Liying blew the cake(1 long candle, 4 tiny ones) &amp;amp; they had 2 leftover. Everyone was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to print out my poster(even brought my thumbdrive) but decided to do it after school. Melissa &amp;amp; I bought our food(decided not to eat during lunch). Melissa looked for Priscllia after eating. Pris Tan was slightly pissed off. We saw Gloria ma’am on the way &amp;amp; Melissa acted freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Pris got her recess &amp;amp; I was sneaking bits of cake into my mouth. Both Melissa &amp;amp; I totally forgot bout the squad meeting. But thankfully, Amy/Boyu/Jing Ting/Sizheng filled us in. The class had already left, but left the huge bottles(2) of sprite &amp;amp; pepsi. So we were drinking soft drink out of canteen cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Old Maid &amp;amp; another ma’am carrying the dummy rifles &amp;amp; several guys from the police(logos on their shirts) &amp;amp; Mdm Lee cutting across the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, yours truly had a sudden, mischievous, wacky idea. Taking the slightly-more-than-half-full bottle of pepsi, I shook it still the insides were frothing with gas &amp;amp; bubbles. Then I asked everyone(including passing by Ying Yi) to open it. Someone(forgot who, sorry) told me that she wouldn’t open it cos there might be a MENTOS in it. Hahaha. I was chasing Melissa with the spout aimed at her &amp;amp; she was screaming, “GET AWAY!!! OPEN IT YOURSELF!!!” What I didn’t anticipate was practically the WHOLE Sec 4 squad standing in 1 big group on between the table &amp;amp; the drinks stall watching/pointing at/laughing at us. Wanlin ma’am was practically covering her mouth &amp;amp; giggling, her nose area covered with a weird reddish shade(no doubt from that translucent red spes she had perched on her hawk nose). I immediately got Melissa’s attention &amp;amp; we immediately turned around. There was a pair was Sec 4s laughing at us. Ah heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris Tan took the bottle &amp;amp; twisted the cap a fraction. Clever, cos the gas seeped out of the bottle slowly &amp;amp; didn’t spurt out like I wanted it to. *Sigh* Clever, but a waste of precious gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, back in class, I left the almost gasless bottle on the teacher’s table. Siow Pin drank some(didn’t touch of course), but I didn’t know what happened to it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was fine, not much of "Don't disturb me, you're breaking my thoughts"/"Please respect me"/"Stop talking &amp;amp; wasting my time"/:I'm repeating so that you can copy"/"Copy...Look up at the screen &amp;amp; don't look down!!!"/"Read softly &amp;amp; clearly" crap. Molly was ok, she didn't really waste our time. Good. I hate her. Can't wait for the next module teacher next term. But I'll still be seeing her twice a week cos she's my form teacher. *SIGH* *SIGH* Molly Nutty Nutcap Leong. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had COMMON TEST for History. NOOO!!! Ms Law was checking to make sure we had only 1 other test cos apparently 2 Purity is the Class-That-Had-3-Tests-On-Friday to the rest of the cohort. Who spread it, we don’t know. But History was a total FAILURE. I didn’t study bout John Crawford &amp;amp; I forgot bout Police Force &amp;amp; lots of others too. The source-based was super hard, I didn’t understand it AT ALL. *SIGH* *ARGH* Why must this happen. First it was my Lit. Now it’s History. Why must my fav/better subjects slip down this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to the library to print my Geog posters. I wanted to type out the write-up but the computer was so darn slow. I wasted like, 20min. In the end, I wrote it out on foolscap. Yeah, slip-shod. But better than nothing. I was already 7min late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ms D’s pigeon hole(C11), but it was empty(there wasn’t even her name), so I wasn’t even sure that it was the right one. But Melissa said it was, &amp;amp; I double-checked with my classmates before going(yeah, I’m that kiasu. Sometimes I think I’m overly obsessive with these things). So I just chucked it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back, I found Shi Yu, Shao Xuan &amp;amp; May in the class. Shi Yu &amp;amp; Shao Xuan were complaining that they couldn’t find Amanda Loh(she was holding the class’s geog posters &amp;amp; she haven’t handed it up. Shao Xuan said that Ms D would minus marks for the whole &amp;amp; wasn’t I lucky that I handed it up later. They were scared that Amanda had gone home(found out the next day that she handed it in later, so didn’t minus marks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That was the end of my class. CCA coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-7805603032004842620?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/7805603032004842620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=7805603032004842620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7805603032004842620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/7805603032004842620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/02/pepsi-tests.html' title='PEPSI &amp; TESTS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-1649001366931428859</id><published>2009-02-22T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:46:04.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>RED ANTS &amp; MONKEYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED ANTS &amp;amp; MONKEYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Feb 2009: We had to pick backwoodsman materials in Bishan Park. We walked there(noone waited for me while I was refilling their bottles!!!) I was like, slacking all the way &amp;amp; got bitten by 5 red ants. Ouch. Almost the whole Sec 1 squad came &amp;amp; we Sec 2s were really surprised. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my group was picking up tinder(Yingyi, Xinyan, Yue Yi, Sophia &amp;amp; Gu Dian). We were throwing sticks &amp;amp; fruits from the trees into the longkang &amp;amp; I cracked 4 fruits on the other side. Yeah. Idiotic, but pure childish pleasure. Hahaha. &amp;amp; the stupid puppy climbed the bicycle rack(it was pyramid-shaped) to prove to Yue Yi that I could balance on it. Yeah. My right foot slipped &amp;amp; banged on the pole exactly where that hockey ball hit me. Now I have a bruise that hurts. Which bruise doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were looking for A structures as a whole campus. There was this log that had wild fungus growing on it &amp;amp; little puppy here had the sudden urge to kick it. Well, I did, &amp;amp; discovered lotsa red ants &amp;amp; this disgusting round-shelled insects. &amp;amp; a WHOLE colony of them. The whole damn log was SWARMING with them &amp;amp; pup ain't exactly fond of bugs, especially ones that just bit her(through the socks too). Rochelle kept jumping &amp;amp; said that she was bitten 10 times. Ah, sacrificing our legs for CCA. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we had a sort of photo session &amp;amp; I kept taking pics(cos I'm not photogenic). There were some MONKEYS. Cool. But 1 curious primate was looking at our green support. *Sigh* Duty calls. I never liked monkeys either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty tiring walking back as the green support kept falling out &amp;amp; it was slightly heavy. Rochelle suggested rearranging them &amp;amp; reinforcing the plastic bags. Tiffany was agreeable. The rest kept walking forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we left the materials in my class balcony &amp;amp; there were BAND members in there. I knocked over 2 of their bottles cos the A structures were heavy &amp;amp; my bag was BULGING. Hahaha. Hope the uncle doesn't clear them. I was wishing that I brought PE attire cos I was wearign blouse &amp;amp; it was b***** hot. Damn. But I'll never really go about to bring my PE shirt on Fridays either. Just childish whining. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-1649001366931428859?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/1649001366931428859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=1649001366931428859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1649001366931428859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/1649001366931428859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-ants-monkeys.html' title='RED ANTS &amp; MONKEYS'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-21063491646397571</id><published>2009-02-19T22:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:51:30.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>NIGHTMARE WITH BLOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIGHTMARE WITH BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It started on Sunday, 15 Feb 2009, at night while I was sleeping. Yes. The Invasion of the Ma'ams. My dreams have been weirder &amp;amp; weirder. *Sigh* What's wrong??? My dreams have been gruesome &amp;amp; brutal, the current genre was murder &amp;amp; horror, with the slight exception of the last date. But I do know that in all my dreams, people were killed, &amp;amp; in 1 instance, with the brutality of an wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Feb, Sun: I dreamt that our squad was arguing with Wanlin ma'am. Than this road appeared &amp;amp; I pushed her onto it. Boyu was driving this great red truck(the cartoon type) &amp;amp; when Wanlin ma'am tried to get up, Audrey ma'am appeared &amp;amp; pushed her down. &amp;amp;, yeah, you get it. Our dear NCO was smashed by that truck. I woke up immediately after that, thinking, Why the heck did I push her down???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why involve my squadmates? &amp;amp; why the heck is Wanlin ma'am, &amp;amp; even Audrey ma'am in my dreams??? I &lt;em&gt;DO NOT&lt;/em&gt; think bout them. &lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HECK'S GOING ON???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Feb: There was an arguement. &amp;amp; a building. Gladys ma'am was running up amongst a sea of blurry faces. She was upset/ scared/ angry. She was at the top, about to jump, when Qi Jun pushed her off. She fell, &amp;amp; I jumped after her, &amp;amp; grabbed her. I could feel myself falling, my hair whipping my face, my insides churning upwards(scared of heights &amp;amp; fast downward rides). Just before I smashed into the pavement, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was 1 of the few times I was really brave. During my dreams, I'm mostly a coward(I hate that). I only remembered that cos I'm usually not that brave. I mean, even in my dreams, I'd usually not jump down a high building to save someone who's definately going to die. Man. What's wrong with me??? Pre-JTC syndrone? But why of all people Gladys ma'am? Yi JIng said it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; emotion. Damn. NO WAY. Does that mean if I dream of Wanlin ma'am it means I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; her? Does this mean that if I dream of Croakroach it means I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; her(I have not dreamt of Croakroach yet)? Well, ABSOLUTELY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was thinking bout Serafina, my neighbour's cat, before going to sleep. What did that have to do with anyone in my dream???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Feb: This was a perfect nightmare(but it was quite nice if you changed it a bit). I was viewing it, but wasn't there. There was this sunny place, maybe the beach, when it suddenly became dark. Very dark. &amp;amp; bloody. Literally. Wanlin &amp;amp; Jesslyn ma'ams were walking together. There was a huge bloody knife in Jesslyn ma'am's hand, while there was a gun in Wanlin ma'am's hand. Both of saw Gladys ma'am. She started screaming &amp;amp; running. It was the first time I'd ever heard such a terrible scream in my dreams. It was bloodcurling &amp;amp; scary &amp;amp; it was an inhumansound. *Shudder* Then she fell. When she stood up, she was covered in dark blood. She started running &amp;amp; screaming again. But Jesslyn ma'am caught up with her &amp;amp; started stabbing her ferociousy, just stabbing. Every time ther knife entered Gladys ma'am's body, blood came gashing out. Jesslyn ma'am kept growling, while Gladys ma'am kept screaming that horrible sound. There were loud cracks, &amp;amp; the intestines &amp;amp; brain burst out(solely my imagination, solely my imagination). But Jesslyn ma'am kept stabbing &amp;amp; growling. Finally, she &amp;amp; Wanlin ma'am left poor mutilated Gladys ma'am lying face down in a dark pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they spotted Audrey ma'am. I didn't remember whether she screamed(I only remembered the first 1 cos of the scream &amp;amp; stabbing &amp;amp; blood). I didn't remember what really happened, whether she was hanged or stabbed. All I remembered was a vision of her stuck to a gnarled old spooky tree(mist around it like cartoons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they saw Lovin ma'am. Wanlin ma'am aimed her gun at Lovin ma'am's head. But just as she was about to fire, I woke up abruptly. I was sweating like hell, I felt really scared &amp;amp; it was dark, like I had really been in that dark bloody place. When I checked my watch, I realised that it was only 1am. I slept at 10pm, so the nightmare only lasted for 4 hours. But the stabbing alone seemed to take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the 2nd consecutive night I've dreamt of Gladys ma'am. Apparently, everyone in my dreams want to kill her. But why the heck am I dreaming bout her??? About her &lt;em&gt;DYING&lt;/em&gt;??? When Yi Jing said it could be due to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; emotion AGAIN, I immediately punched her on the arm. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Feb: It's toned down a lot. Yi Jing &amp;amp; I were talking bout her dream of talking cows the previous day, so apparently my dream department got the hint. I was riding this really proud glossy black stallion(somehow I knew) with long flowing mane &amp;amp; tail. There were lots of blurred calming shades green &amp;amp; blue &amp;amp; brown. Then for the briefest moment, I saw Wanlin ma'am in the center of the field, a herd about to trample on her. Gladys ma'am was on a bay stallion with a white stripe down its muzzle &amp;amp; 4 white stockings. She fell of the horse onto Wanlin ma'am, who fell into a pool of blood. My proud stallion galloped smoothly, filling my vision with the blessed calming shades green, blue &amp;amp; brown again. Fianlly. Peace restored &amp;amp; dreams organised &amp;amp; happy again. For now. I've not been reading murder books since Sunday, on Shopaholic-style comedy books. I peeked at several of my old favourite mystery stories today. Maybe that's the antidote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-21063491646397571?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/21063491646397571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=21063491646397571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/21063491646397571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/21063491646397571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/02/nightmare-with-blood.html' title='NIGHTMARE WITH BLOOD'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-6700879605122827915</id><published>2009-02-19T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:55:37.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>RENEE &amp; DELUSIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RENEE &amp;amp; DELUSIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Feb 2009: Church. Well, it's ok. Cept yesterday I ate too much sugar(I knew I shouldn't have eaten sugary gummi with tolberone) &amp;amp; now I've got a slight sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol gave me a milo, cos she forgot my name a week ago. She isn't about to forget my name in a hurry(it's a joke that is if she forgot a name, she had to get me a milo, but I didn't think she'd remember. I won't mind even if she forgot). Kat forgot my name. I told her I was Renee, but she was unsure, cos May &amp;amp; Sara were laughing lik crazy. Later, I told her Sara's name started with an R, that it was Rin, but Sara caught me. Hahaha. &amp;amp; May's was a month in the year. &amp;amp; Ziting was not Heather. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to do reflection on movies or shows &amp;amp; write down the positive &amp;amp; negative of the shows as a group. &amp;amp; I was finally in a group different from Zach's(He's ok, 'cept I've been in his group since the beinning). Carol's. I volunteered to write. At first they were cool with it, then Carol gave me a wary look(she was in the group correcting my dashed writing the week before. In defense, we had limited time). So we wrote bout X-men, Tom &amp;amp; Jerry &amp;amp; Spongebob Squarepants. I wrote delusional for all(cos I like delusional/ funny/ dumb/ happy but not too yellowish or pinkish shows). Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We Sec 2s had to put up a passion skit for the younger kids(tradition, tradition) &amp;amp; rehearsals were compulsary. It starts on 28 Feb, but I have unit CIP(maybe I can wriggle my way out). When I said I hoped I had CCA for every Sat of the month, Carol, who after being engrosed with sending her SMS, punched me on the knee &amp;amp; I gave her my annoying grin. Hey, she's nice, like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nicea ma'am's got Vincent. Hahaha. In the chapel, of all places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333193331800198817-6700879605122827915?l=yuting75.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/feeds/6700879605122827915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333193331800198817&amp;postID=6700879605122827915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6700879605122827915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333193331800198817/posts/default/6700879605122827915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yuting75.blogspot.com/2009/02/renee-delusional.html' title='RENEE &amp; DELUSIONAL'/><author><name>Felix Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15982813773419833023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fqg-UfBKBVA/R_tOPPxq8JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GYYiLw6qWus/S220/Wolves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333193331800198817.post-833535018502335265</id><published>2009-02-14T21:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:40:21.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNNPCC'/><title type='text'>1st JTC PREP?!?!?! NO WAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st JTC PREP?!?!?! NO WAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 Feb 2009. It's FRIDAY the 13!!! It's been an ok day. Apart from being Black Friday of course. At least that was how I viewed the world every Friday the 13. The plus side is, tomorrow is Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Sec 1s were b***** slacking. They made us all keep running. I'm starting to hate RUNNING. &amp;amp; I used to run a lot with Feli. Then again, I kept twisting &amp;amp; hiding so that she won't catch me &amp;amp; retrieve her captive bottle. Argh! Secondly, Wanlin ma'am acted like the s****** MASTERMIND of the whole b***** pre JTC prep, like she was CONDUCTING a f****** ORCHESTRA!!! Double ARGH!!! ARGH!!! There was Wanlin, Audrey, Gladys, Lixin, Lovin, Peiling, Cheng Mun &amp;amp; Zoe ma'ams(Cheng Mun &amp;amp; Zoe ma'ams are the quarter mistressed &amp;amp; they were at backwoodsman &amp;amp; tent pitching). Well, maybe bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, it wasn't really that tiring. The Conductor said that we only did 50% of what they had planned for today, &amp;amp; if what they had planned was 50% of what JTC was, that meant that we only did 25% of JTC. ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I did feel unfit. WHAT IS HAPPENING? I'm FELIX, PUPPY, KITTY! I take care of &lt;em&gt;ROVER&lt;/em&gt;, the most&lt;em&gt; OBNOXIOUS ENERGETIC DOG IN THE WHOLE WORLD&lt;/em&gt;!!! His older brother, Rufus, is an angel next to him. Rufus &amp;amp; Rover are 2 golden retrievers that my best friend Feli &amp;amp; I jointly care for. Rover has pale honey-coloured fur while Rufus has darker brownish fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had to run from goal post to goal post to the ma'am in the center of the field at the blow of a whistle(obviously the Conductor was blowing that damn whistle). It was like circuits, wait, maybe it was circuits. I can't remember. When we were doing sit-ups, the Conductor blew the whistle. Unfortunately for us, we didn't hear it. Fantastic right? The Conductor must learn the art of blowing whistles loudly. Well, anyway, when Audrey ma'am was asking us whether we were Ok, the Conductor was blowing the whistle like crazy. So we didn't reply Audrey ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Conductor told us that since we loved strolling so much, she should just keep blowing the whistle. Yeah. Apparently Sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s were a whole 'campus'(according to Gladys ma'am) now. Like which campus has all the older people running like hell while the younger ones stroll behind? HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During water break, just as I was getting off the field, this hockey player smacked a ball directly into my path. I jumped, but unfortunately got hit, on my BONE!!! Ouch. That person can really become a defender &amp;amp; cripple her opponents. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Sec 1 who didn't do cool down. I saw her trying to balance, so I went over to her. When I lent her a shoulder, she declined with a cheesy smile &amp;amp; proceeded to do nothing. She didn't stretch(didn't even touch her ankles, cos she said it was too 'pain'. Pur-leze). It was a small thing, but I had a hunch she was the one strolling behind. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jing had this Sec 1 asking her for a WATER BREAK. That's amazing. When she told her junior that there'll be a break later, the Sec 1 immediately said, "But I want a break NOW!" Man, that's super ridiculous. The Sec 1s are not scared of anyone(they talked back to Sylvia ma'am &amp;amp; we'd never do that) &amp;amp; they totally do not understand the rules. But they've been here for only a while. Wait till JTC. HAHAHA(evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we had backwoodsman(outdoor cooking) theory. The Conductor showed off by attempting to draw all the equipments needed for it. Our lives had once again been enriched as we snidely beheld those works of art. Yeah. Anyway, Lovin &amp;amp; Audrey ma'ams went to get some examples &amp;amp; Audrey ma'am was holding this snapped-but-still-hanging-by-a-bit twig which she explained was a passable a-structure. Just as she was holding it in the air, the bottom half decided that a divorce with its partner was imminent &amp;amp; dropped out. Hi-La-Ri-Ous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ma'ams were trying to draw. Yet, the Conductor defended her turf &amp;amp; replaced erased troops with whines. Cheng Mun ma'am tried to stop her, tried to make her sit(which she did, &amp;amp; sat like a king), but she bounced back when they were not looking &amp;amp; was applauded with laughter when she started drawing. Again. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was tent pitching practical. We had 7mins to bring everything down, but we had less pegs &amp;amp; the poles for several sheets were missing. We informed the Conductor, but she didn't appear to hear a single word. She assumed that everything was in the NP room. So she didn't stop the time &amp;amp; cos as timer, I always gave the exact time(gotta stop making my squad suffer), so we owed like, 5 per minute, or was that 10? Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was split up cos our sheets &amp;amp; poles were different(courtesy of our distractions, &amp;amp; they just happened to be those missing poles). &amp;amp; I was running around like a dog chasing her own stumpy tail, just looking for the right poles, or sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept holding the peg to peg it in(which the Conductor criticised). My aiming's off, so what could I do. It's been getting worse. At least the last time, out of 10 attempts, I could manage 5. But now, I only have 3 successful hits. *Sigh* But what I lack in accuracy, I make up in strength. Yue Yi remarked that I was using a lot of force to drive the peg in. Have to. Downside is, when I hit myself(quite often, ouch), it's quite painful. Ah, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ma'ams were demonstrating in the end. Apparently, when Pei Ling ma'am said that Wanlin ma'am was the best pegger in the Sec 4 squad, the Conductor promptly showed off by pegging in the peg in 4 hits. Yes. We're awed by the wonderful pegger in front of us. Yeah right. It caused a ripple of laughter, so just when she was pegging in another peg, she stopped &amp;amp; said, "I'm not pegging it in." While they were demonstrating, the twines broke(heartbroken Min Hui had tied all those knots on the sleeve rings) &amp;amp; they said that we should get Grade 4 twine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Wanlin &amp;amp; Audrey ma'am asked for our evaluation of our juniors. One came out as, "The Sec 1 are really nice people." The Conductor gave a big grin &amp;amp; suggested that the Sec 3s were nice people too, where by the whole squad was happier with the "nice enough" Sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we said they also slacked, so Wanlin ma'am promptly said, "Just because the Sec 1s slack doesn't mean you can." &amp;amp; Yu Jia ma'am, who snuck up to offer us leftover timeouts(which I had an urge to ask if they were poisoned), piped in saying, "Yeah. &amp;amp; just because your Sec 4 ma'ams slack doesn't mean you can." &amp;amp; the Conductor, who was smiling smugly, pushed the offending rival away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone wanted the timeouts, so Yu Jia ma'am cried, "They think it's poisoned! How? I'm going away!" But the Conductor dragged her back, so a couple of us took them. Yu Jia ma'am tried to snatch some boost, but Wanlin ma'am whined, "I alllreadyyy wrapped properly! Don't touch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then got Litong to distribute it to the squad. The Conductor said, "These are from me... &amp;amp; Audrey." I think she bought the boost(Yi Jing &amp;amp; I saw she &amp;amp; Jesslyn ma'am browsing chocolates in NTUC). We each received 2, while ex &amp;amp; current TCs had 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ok day. Cept I ate dinner alone. *Sigh* But it was still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I spent 40mins the first time, on 18 Feb writing this. But guess what? The server decided not to save or publish it &amp;amp; all my info was gone. I was sooo upset, but I managed to finish this on 19 Feb. I took extra precautions(saving every 1 paragraph, copying it onto a Word document). Yeah. My original post had lots of ****, this one has lots of CAPS LOCK. 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