<?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-10916884</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:59:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><subtitle type='html'>No, no! I've moved!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-114096368329891205</id><published>2006-02-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:21:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Everyone Who Has the Great Fortune/Misfortune to Work With Chen Chi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do your fair share of groupwork well, and seriously, you get the marks like the rest of the group deservingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If not,I shall petition to kick you out of the group.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.E. I shall tell the teacher that you didn't do anything, thus don't deserve the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandy, I learnt it from you. XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well. You did do it in Sec 2. I thought it was fair enough. And thus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not targeting anyone. So if you get offended, I'm not intending to apologise because those who &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;done their share of work &lt;strong&gt;wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; be offended. So you are probably one of those who pile their work on your poor teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm closing down my blog! Because blogspot doesn't allow much space for privacy I'm switching fulltime to LJ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://piloscience.livejournal.com"&gt;http://piloscience.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-114096368329891205?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/114096368329891205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=114096368329891205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/114096368329891205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/114096368329891205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-everyone-who-has-great.html' title=''/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-114001056378802178</id><published>2006-02-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:36:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 15 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>I was previously ranting on LJ how everything sucked (too much homework, lack of sleep, IH test suddenly pops up, 98% flunked IH proposal, IH seminar) but then again I remembered my previous moods of the day and I lightened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I watched the FMA movie on youtube.com and it really cheered me up loads. It's good to have something to obsess over, I think, so when for example, like me, when I get to watch FMA my spirits lift high high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a sucky biology practical and a putrid ammonia chemistry practical couldn't beat me down. (IH did though--only for a while!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't finish my homework, I'll just tell the teacher I can't finish because it's too much and tell them I hope they'll give us less homework. Nothing too scary about that, I suppose. I just want my sleep, in exchange for black eye circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was walking down the corridor from the canteen to my classroom, thinking of the wonderful wonderful wonderful FMA movie, I met several people I knew walking along the opposite direction and we all stopped to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the previous day, Valentine's Day, I received stuff even though I'd forgotten completely about it and didn't give anyone anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day before that, when I walked past 305, several 210'05-ers yelled HI CHENCHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that made me happy. It's a nice feeling to know that you aren't invisible. =) And my mood was further boosted by the OMG SO GOOD FMA MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ; DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did mention on LJ about an upsetting incident (Yiling and Sharon--shhh) but I've decided to forget that and move on since there are other people who are true friends and truly care for you. It's not right to let one person get you down, then have you affect everyone else right? Friendship and family kinship are so much stronger than BGRs. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School still sucks, in my opinion. Except for the friends part. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME WHEN I WAS LOW, LIFTING ME FURTHER WHEN I WAS HIGH. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE Y'ALL!!!!!!!! LOADS AND LOADS AND LOADS. ;D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-114001056378802178?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/114001056378802178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=114001056378802178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/114001056378802178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/114001056378802178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/wednesday-15-february-2006.html' title='Wednesday, 15 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113992054800503701</id><published>2006-02-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:35:48.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 14 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm making happy, unhappy etc. lists in my mind just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I caught an afternoon nap today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished chemistry test!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received nice things/SMS from nice people: Thank you Clarisse, Bernice, Linlaoshi, Hu Zhe, Jinyao (okay exception--this one's evil), Kai Yun, Sharon, Michelle, Szuan, Lydia, Kincheng. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SAD THINGS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only remembered it was V Day quite late and didn't give anyone anything. =((&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I screwed Chemistry Test. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;People put Solvent Y, me X. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I possibly screwed Bio Test 'cause many people didn't do well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We may have to redo IH essay since according to Xinmei's friend from 304 everyone in the level FLUNKED IT. I hope this is purely rumour. =/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't get physics. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyaaaaaaaaa why are the sad things always outnumbering the happy ones!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;( Happy V day anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113992054800503701?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113992054800503701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113992054800503701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113992054800503701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113992054800503701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/tuesday-14-february-2006.html' title='Tuesday, 14 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113983367436706873</id><published>2006-02-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:27:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 13 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! I FOUND THE FMA MOVIE! I AM OOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRRR THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm quite annoyed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem test is TOMORROW, not WEDNESDAY. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to bring PDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed full marks for French by 1/2 mark. ;( But then again it was an easy test so not counted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt short. (On the way to school I was standing beside Xiaoyao, and on my right was Yihong and on Yihong's right was Paopao--all tall people. XY made it worse by BENDING DOWN at a horrendous angle just to speak to me. ;( Plus Yihong's tall friend stood behind me. T.T WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way to third lang, some NY person was bouncing on the bus seat like it was a trampoline. I couldn't fall asleep--all her fault and the noise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DON'T UNDERSTAND PHYSICS REFRACTION AGAIN! T.T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone be kind and explain to a retard all about refraction?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understood refraction the first time Potato Chan explained, but I didn't revise over the weekend and I forgot everything and now I don't know how to calculate critical angles and such.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, I don't even get what a critical angle is. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I'm happy about today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;according to people, the chem test is basically revision of Sec 2 stuff. (although I'm still not reassured though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found the FMA MOVIE!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;errrrr something I forgot. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ego kwayteow wants a Valentine's day card. I shall make &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt;her a simple one on Photoshop since I really have no time to draw one. And print it out in school 'cause its LASERJET. =D BROTHER YOU DON'T MIND RIGHT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113983367436706873?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113983367436706873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113983367436706873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113983367436706873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113983367436706873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-13-february-2006.html' title='Monday, 13 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113973653586020218</id><published>2006-02-12T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:44:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 12 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>Maths is making me very, very, very, very sad. If kissing a cockroach would make me understand Math, I'd do that. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was bored and came up with weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;vades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ittle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;eople&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;veryone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;oorly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;arry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;ndoplastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ysosome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;otter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;ippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;eats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;onesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ellish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;lves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;olar bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chaiping's tag tag thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Need to mention the sex of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taller than me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not er...dumber than me? (so at least there can be some intelligent conversation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO AHBENG. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO B.O. (Can you imagine having this nice smelling dinner, only occasionally there wafts a STINK?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good moral character. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can withstand many things, including stress and stuff. (Remember there was some engineer guy who I think was one of the engineers for the Nicoll Highway MRT station? According to my mum he already knew there was a problem with the thing and committed suicide along with his son)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is a nice person to everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves me better than I love him. (Safe bet XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;=D I think I'll find this guy in Utopia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113973653586020218?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113973653586020218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113973653586020218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113973653586020218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113973653586020218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunday-12-february-2006.html' title='Sunday, 12 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113957567872044089</id><published>2006-02-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:47:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 10 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE GIVE ME HELP FOR MATHS AND IH SEMINARRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113957567872044089?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113957567872044089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113957567872044089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113957567872044089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113957567872044089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-10-february-2006.html' title='Friday, 10 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113949428550755393</id><published>2006-02-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:11:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 9 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>Is a dying passion still considered a passion, or a case of dwindling dopamine, or perhaps oxcytocin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai last minute notice that I had to play for the Zhonghua CC performance, which is kind of crap since I had two sacrifice a belated birthday party for me, Liwensu, PP and Pengjie, plus NYAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sacrificing my well-organised timetable for a performance where everyone will be EATING while listening to us play 40 minutes' worth of repetitive and over-played CNY songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. I feel insulted by that fact somehow.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113949428550755393?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113949428550755393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113949428550755393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113949428550755393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113949428550755393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/thursday-9-february-2006.html' title='Thursday, 9 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113930803564402562</id><published>2006-02-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:27:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 7 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>If you want to read my blog post, go to my &lt;a href="http://piloscience.livejournal.com/2306.html"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;. Blogger seems awfully...artificial, superficial. Too happy perhaps. My mood doesn't suit this lovely skin which Xiaoyao says have cheering effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113930803564402562?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113930803564402562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113930803564402562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113930803564402562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113930803564402562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/tuesday-7-february-2006.html' title='Tuesday, 7 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113905547230835574</id><published>2006-02-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:17:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 4 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>Omigosh the songs from Les Choristes are soooooooooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, actually I watched the movie last year. And I liked the songs then but listening to them on radioblogclub.com got me really, really hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the entire soundtrack! Does Singapore have it? (I wouldn't mind the movie either. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye off for more homework. Uh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113905547230835574?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113905547230835574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113905547230835574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113905547230835574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113905547230835574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-4-february-2006.html' title='Saturday, 4 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113896740200844974</id><published>2006-02-03T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:05:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 3 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>Had speech today and totally screwed it. Mr Tan only gave comments who did well (Bernice and Pek Yee) and when he asked for my time his face (which was usually expressionless) seemed GRAVER THAN USUAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I'm so upset. =( Maybe I'm also being upset that Sec 3 life, thus far, seriously deserves s**t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a zombie today. All through Chinese lesson my mind wouldn't focus. Oh btw linlaoshi is DAMN STRICT! I've never gotten so low for my compo! I want AlexTeo for Chinese teacher! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] Oh I remembered the other thing I was being upset about! I'm not good at anything! LA, Chinese, Tripscience etc. results and general performance in class and worksheets and stuff (everything actually) are all DROPPING! I feel kindof stupid eh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people who are brilliant at leading, people brilliant at maths, at languages but me? &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING! RIEN! ZIP! ZEROOOOOOOOOOOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of a particular chapter in Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds whereby Beatrice added her life up. She got &lt;strong&gt;000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is partly caused by May-who-writes-proposals-taller-than-giraffes and all the people who excel at something or everything e.g. Kaiyun and YES &lt;strong&gt;TOHLIWEN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Humans choose to blame everything else first before they blame themselves. Not only that, we are a selfish race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah. I feel like a waytoonormal PIG. And I'm not even a pig like some people. =X [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113896740200844974?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113896740200844974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113896740200844974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113896740200844974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113896740200844974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-3-february-2006.html' title='Friday, 3 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113888746951048269</id><published>2006-02-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:18:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 2 February, 2006</title><content type='html'>Woke up early, feeling very tired. Then on the way to PE I met Mdm Mak and she went, "Why do you look so tired?" And I told her that I was studying last night (mugging for a 10-mark biology quiz...as you can see I'm despo) and she said we should sleep before 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do that today. I need to fill IH proposal with more materials and it's now 9.27 already. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Felice, Xiaoyao, Eileen Lim, Vinette, Penny, Yu Jie, Phoebe, Michelle, Sharon, Justintan, Yiling, Audrey, Hwei Ming, Xinmei, Clarisse, Quekie, Liwensu, Baihui, Rachel, Lifern, Sheena, Huikuan, Huzhe, Jinyao, Jiamin, Jasmine, Natalie, Lydia, Kincheng, Chaiping, Lydia's friend whom I dunno, Manhua and everyone else!&lt;/strong&gt; who wished me happy birthday etc., whether it was early or belated! I hope I haven't missed out anyone. =X Although I think I have. So sorry if I missed you out and tell me please! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go beef up my IH proposal! LA proposal is all right since the ideal is 1-2 pages but IH (according to ZX who steals my money) needs details! Quality! Quantity! bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake wanted the last sentence to be removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last sentence afte the previous edit too because cake's identity was revealed! GASPU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113888746951048269?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113888746951048269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113888746951048269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113888746951048269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113888746951048269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/02/thursday-2-february-2006.html' title='Thursday, 2 February, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113868576831244478</id><published>2006-01-31T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:36:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 31 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO MORE DAYS TILL FEBRUARY 2ND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes shameless publicising so what? XD I'm not the only one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. Have been listening to the same song over and over and over again on lamahlang's blog and feeling melancholic. Mostly because &lt;strong&gt;I GIVE MY SPEECH RIGHT AFTER BERNICE, WHO IS FIRST, AND I HAVE NOT EVEN FINISHED WRITING THE DAMNED THING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I need to discuss IH proposal but no one's really caring. Damn. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Many times during which I do a project it seems to end up with me taking charge of everything and getting, pushing etc. people to participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon! It's not just my project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. I hate it whenever it ends up this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113868576831244478?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113868576831244478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113868576831244478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113868576831244478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113868576831244478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/tuesday-31-january-2006.html' title='Tuesday, 31 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113844676402222415</id><published>2006-01-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:12:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 28 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>Ehh I feel a bit tipsy now. Hahahahahah. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yes it was wine but DON'T TELL! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113844676402222415?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113844676402222415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113844676402222415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113844676402222415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113844676402222415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-28-january-2006.html' title='Saturday, 28 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113836928872754420</id><published>2006-01-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:40:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 27 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a crazy, delirious, happy-go-lucky kind of happiness these few days. I actually hop around in class. ;D But well, it's better than lOsTtHuNdEr'sgreatdepression'05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was planning to do my homework and mug hard today. But my plan was foiled mainly due to two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I woke up at 11. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;2) I ran off to watch a movie! ;DD But it can be used for Chinese portfolio so haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of point 1, I decided not to visit KPS since I had the impression that it was too late. But at 3pm or something Felice called me and asked if I wanted to watch a movie with them. So after several minutes of hesitation I agreed and &lt;b&gt;SHE, SHERENE AND DAWN RAN ALL THE WAY UP TO MY HOUSE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing solitaire then so I made them wait. And wait. And wait. XD HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went off to West Mall to watch I Not Stupid Too. It's a great movie. Although I can't say I've felt the same way as they did, but some parts were poignantly similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mum can I go out tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Ask your dad."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dad can I go out tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ask your mum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felice and Dawn cried. Oh and so did Paopao. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANK YOU to Felice and Xiaoyao!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Hahha for your early birthday pressies. FMA POKER CARDS AND NOTEBOOK. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh then Caijun, Xiaoyao, Paopao and I accompanied to Andrea to Sembawang while she looked for Delta Goodrem's CDs. And so we got separated from the rest of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the five of us ran off to Kopi Roti (XY said he wanted to go to &lt;i&gt;some shop at the corner&lt;/i&gt; and we all thought he meant the women's clothes shop XD) and we bought coffee, Caijun bought two plates of French toast (one of which was emptied by Xiaoyao and Paopao and they didn't even pay--mean) except for Andrea who is anti-coffee and decided to do her lit homework. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day. ;DD I am currently trying to move the title of the ganxiang thingy for Chinese SIA down to the right page. The title is at the page above it, you see. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113836928872754420?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113836928872754420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113836928872754420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113836928872754420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113836928872754420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-27-january-2006.html' title='Friday, 27 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113820027314222444</id><published>2006-01-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:44:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 25 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>I don't like sleeping at 12 everyday. But O WELL. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin laoshi is NICE! She treated us to prawn rolls and chocolate for CNY! So a group of us (not the whole class since not everyone remembered to gather at the benches) finished it up. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after returning from Chem Lab Yu Jie discovered a TERRIBLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE WAS BIRD SHIT ON HER NOTEBOOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BIRD HAD PECKED HER BREAD, WHICH WAS IN A PLASTIC BAG. THUS THERE WAS A HOLE IN THE PLASTIC BAG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second time there's been birdshit on someone's table. The last time it was pennymoo (and Penny my bear is a happy chocolate bear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The only thing that is progressing along nicely is third lang. i can actually understand l'accord and i'm starting to get imparfait correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT MORE DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, somehow,  I can wait for my birthday. Soon I'll b 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 then OLD OLD OLD OLD OLD and somehow I feel that I haven't done anything particularly meaningful with my youth to make it memorable so that when I look back on these days when I'm old I'll be happy, pleased, satisfied and unregretful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. Have to run all the way to Lavender to make IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SPEECHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OMG I HAVE TO FILL IN MY TOPIC TOMORROW! Whatever motivational speech? I'd really like to motivate everyone to buy &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; tickets for NY Food and Fun Fair but there's nothing I can think of for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nanyang is sooooooooo mean............! Sell 200 dollars worth of tickets for this FUNFAIR that has absolutely NO REPUTATION? C'mon, people are already giving you red packets for CNY and you ask for ten dollars more? And can you imagine them stopping by at your stall and making comments and chatting with you while your friends STAREEEEEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus plus plus: I don't have any relatives here and it's utterly shameless to go around asking my father's colleagues and students, since I don't even know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they can't force me to sell all if I really can't. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of no relatives here, Mr Han set us a topic for IH essay and I realised something (that I'd realised quite long ago actually but just didn't think further 'cause it wasn't a pressing issue):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be Singaporean/Chinese/Malaysian/Vietnamese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. I can't write What does it mean to be Chinese because I only lived there for 4 years and have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;no idea&lt;/strong&gt; what life there is like. And I don't have a feeling of belonging in Singapore because at the very end, I'm not a Singaporean! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to write whichever was more comfortable. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest piece of homework I've ever been set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113820027314222444?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113820027314222444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113820027314222444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113820027314222444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113820027314222444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/wednesday-25-january-2006.html' title='Wednesday, 25 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113792087616314969</id><published>2006-01-22T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:07:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 22 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>I officially and formally declare my Integrated Humanities notes the worst possible ever pieces of writing chosen for Secondary School students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the entire piece is stupor-fying. If I made a conscientious effort, I'd understand the notes. But I refuse to because it means using too many brain cells for an unworthy cause, and besides, I'd tire from the effort. I still need to attempt to understand physics. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The IH notes &lt;u&gt;suck&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhem, sorry to my IH teacher Mr Han, but they really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes are meant for learning, not for impressing people with their powerful play of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113792087616314969?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113792087616314969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113792087616314969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113792087616314969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113792087616314969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-22-january-2006_22.html' title='Sunday, 22 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113791913637859986</id><published>2006-01-22T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:38:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 22 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>My gullet is telling me it's feeling like something foul and nasty just blocked it all up. It would be nice if, at this point of time, I give a great heave and send stomachs of food defying gravity and going up the wrong way. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand physics!!!!!! Wait I do but I can't do the fcking worksheetttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Mdm Tan for physics. MrC may be the head, but I don't get hell of what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a yucky headache. gastric? migraine? eeeeeeeeeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113791913637859986?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113791913637859986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113791913637859986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113791913637859986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113791913637859986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-22-january-2006.html' title='Sunday, 22 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113785268876418327</id><published>2006-01-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:11:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 21 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another hectic day, I went down (up actually) to the library for NYAA Service. Signed in, then processed new books with Chan Yi, then moved reference books from one end of the library to another. Jeez they are heavy, dusty and I seriously cannot think of WHY someone would want to use these for their SIAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, visit the library. It really has lots of cool and helpful books inside. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! Waited for Baihui at the benches to go for dinner. She arrived (after I'd finished the er, Mushi Mushi or whatever ice cream that has konnyaku [sp?] in it) and we went off to KAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find Vanda, but I couldn't get through so me and Baihui joined Audrey and Poh Ting (who were being self-obsessed). Then I tried calling Pandy again and this time all I heard was: "HURHURHURHAHHAHAGASPHURHAGASP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that she'd been sitting in a corner with her friend all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in school, after dinner, after Vanda had gone out to Beauty World for quotations, after getting lost and spending several minutes on the phone with me looking for KAP, Panda tried desperately to hand up her zuowen (the shutters were SHUT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Mr Ngiow! Because we were running around with Vanda, we only saw the tenners and not Mr Ngiow, so when someone suddenly said: "Mr Ngiow eh," we crashed and started running about. Then I started laughing like a drunkard. I was unusually ECSTATIC! And thus Mr Ellis thought I'd gone drunk. And TKC muttered something incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern dance concert was great. I especially liked the one with sticks, fearlessly feminine and china blue! ;D I saw Eileen Lim, Hei Yi, Hu Zhe, Chit Yin and Vinette and gave pressies. ;D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late for the IH talk! But no fear, I arrived on time. ;D Then the talk started late because the speaker thought it was 9.30 am, not 8.30. And an RI guy rudely told the speaker that they couldn't hear because the speaker wasn't speaking into the mic. His friends clapped. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk itself was erm...understandable but my brain kept shutting off (lack of sleep, what else!?) and other than the notes given I learnt nothing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for xiaozu. Was normal. (At least, for our xiaozu.) Boo I don't have time to practise the new songs, and I have THREE--well, three because I have to decide between daruan and zhongruan for Yellow River. Advice, CO mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lifern outside M4, and we went to Guthrie to change. Then we waited and waited for 77, took it to Caijun's house, arrived there early and blew up a few balloons. I'm broke. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee it was fun! The party I mean. Mdm Siew is as sociable as ever =D After she'd left we started getting a bit crazy and some madpeople began bursting balloons. We laughed and talked kind of loudly...I suppose the residents who were around the function room were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I unfortunately was chosen for Truth and Dare three times. Eeeeeeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with a boring statement and that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LOT OF WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113785268876418327?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113785268876418327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113785268876418327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113785268876418327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113785268876418327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-21-january-2006.html' title='Saturday, 21 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113767685202733627</id><published>2006-01-19T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:20:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 19 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Attestation de Réussite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPEE! I PASSED DELF A2! 65 DOLLARS &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; DOWN THE DRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's only a lousy 62 out of 100 but at least I passed. It was &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; easy for someone of my capability. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;écrit compréhension (comprehension I think): 11.5 /25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I am lousy at it. =( But I pay loads more attention during classes now...heheh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;écrit production (essay): 18.5 /25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expected this kind of marks since I didn't even know what &lt;strong&gt;rabbit&lt;/strong&gt; is in French (le lupin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral compréhension (oral comprehension? huh?): 12 /25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sucks. Wonder why I did so badly. If it was role-playing, I'm not surprised. I really was horrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral production (oral what?): 20/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yayzers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevetheless, the marks are still....kind of....sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall do homework now. There were two surprise quizzes. Did nasty for biology. Did not bad for physics since it was Sec 1 stuff. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday Yu Jie!&lt;/strong&gt; We're both born on Thursday this year! (Hint: me on SECOND FEBRUARY, 2.22 PM!) Yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113767685202733627?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113767685202733627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113767685202733627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113767685202733627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113767685202733627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-19-january-2006.html' title='Thursday, 19 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113723951732855047</id><published>2006-01-14T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:51:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 14 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>I HATE FEELING NAUSEOUS. I ALSO HATE VOMITTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of which just happened. Since I wasn't feeling feverish or anything, I skipped my anti-nausea medicine and right after dinner started feeling TERRIBLETERRIBLETERRIBLE. Lying in bed didn't help much--I continued feeling HORRIBLEHORRIBLEHORRIBLE so I got up (although I barely could so I just stooped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say for all the three times I've vomitted (breakfast and lunch on Friday; dinner today) it all ended up in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NOW I FEEL A STOMACHACHE COMING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sad but not telling anyone what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113723951732855047?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113723951732855047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113723951732855047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113723951732855047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113723951732855047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-14-january-2006_14.html' title='Saturday, 14 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113721290513940195</id><published>2006-01-14T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:28:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 14 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>I feel like puking. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw something that made me feel terribly, horribly inferior. Life sucks when you're a normal, inferior being who desperately wants to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks more when&lt;br /&gt;a) you're worrying about scholarships &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;because you aren't a citizen and have NIL points in everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) you have homework that you can't finish, for example physics conversion. and that is only the FIRST worksheet of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) you feel nauseous--AGAIN! even when you've vomitted twice the previous day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) you think about A levels (even though they're years away) and worry and fret about how it possibly might decide what job you'll get in the future and how iron-hard your rice bowl is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) you feel inferior and feel a great lack of confidence, which is abnormal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113721290513940195?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113721290513940195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113721290513940195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113721290513940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113721290513940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/saturday-14-january-2006.html' title='Saturday, 14 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113706222299936652</id><published>2006-01-12T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:37:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 12 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>Firstly, a great big &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; for all those who showed their concern to me. Thanks loads everyone! ;D Then sorry if I was rude to anyone...was I? I don't think so. Maybe? Maybe not? Er in any case I was in a kind of a stupor and couldn't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson seemed to make my fever worse. I don't like ________. _________ is so boring! Looks boring, sounds boring, is boring and makes people bored. I think I may flunk maths this year. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if I have unintentionally passed my flu to you, really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone will see this but it's nice to type it out. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up and ate medicine then ate dinner. &lt;strong&gt;THERE IS OMGROTFL*&amp;*%^#%$()_$#@ A LOT OF HOMEWORK! PARTICULARLY MATHS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai and my body finally gave out and I had to ask Ms Lye if I could sleep. Yay Ms Lye's nice. If it was ________ perhaps _______ would have given this WOT?SLEEP?WHY?WHYSICK? look. BORINGBORINGBORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I don't like about school:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SIAs and homework (both of which I have a lot this year)&lt;br /&gt;-Boring teachers and their boring lessons. Some teachers are thankfully, not boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I like about school&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-LUNCH! RECESS!&lt;br /&gt;-FRIENDS! hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113706222299936652?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113706222299936652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113706222299936652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113706222299936652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113706222299936652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-12-january-2006.html' title='Thursday, 12 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113697895042638502</id><published>2006-01-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:29:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 11 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>And so, my French class will be F3H, same as Jinyao, Mondays and Tuesdays, 4.30pm to 6.30pm. For some reason, when Monsieur Quenot told me my class, he didn't have Sheena's class posting. Guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote F&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;A instead of F3A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HILARIOUS. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a terrible flu now and sneezed, sniffed loudly and unintentionally numerous times. I don't want PE tomorrow, but I've no MC. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT A HANDPHONE! LALALALA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very pretty! SGH-350C, pink (I wanted blue though...to sound bimbo and bitchy: TO MATCH MY WALLET!) Got it on Saturday and am probably going to die because I SMS quite a lot for a beginner. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH I have lots of work. Shall proceed to (attempt to) finish it off with a flourish. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go for PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want CHOCOLATE! BLACK CHOCOLATE, BITTER CHOCOLATE WHATEVER, GIMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113697895042638502?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113697895042638502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113697895042638502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113697895042638502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113697895042638502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/wednesday-11-january-2006.html' title='Wednesday, 11 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113654102488564708</id><published>2006-01-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:25:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 6 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>Urgh...I got an LJ 'cause JT told us to write a freaking &lt;strong&gt;journal&lt;/strong&gt; so I chose to do an online one--in other words, a &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;. But blogger doesn't allow much of privacy, so I used &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~piloscience"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The username is a &lt;s&gt;satire&lt;/s&gt; tribute to vandy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll still be here. It's my more informal blog, you'd say. Anyway most of my LJ entries (those that JT will not see) should be friendslocked. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired from work. Other than Jiamin, Vanday, Rachel, Bai Hui and someone whom Yiling refers to as a FRIEND &lt;s&gt;and who knows JM &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; well&lt;/s&gt;, I don't know anyone else on LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last episode of Project Runway is next week! And it's the Monday before Hari Raya so I get to stay up until twelve to finish watching it. ;D Happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and Vanda is mean because she is happy that I just forgot my LJ password. =/ She'll be happy to know I forgot my blogger password more than five times because of my excessive and &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;necessary changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113654102488564708?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113654102488564708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113654102488564708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113654102488564708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113654102488564708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-6-january-2006.html' title='Friday, 6 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113637270136963265</id><published>2006-01-04T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:06:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 4 January, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REFLECTIVE, RESPONSIVE, RESPONSIBLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never forget this, although I do wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game: --Again!&lt;br /&gt;1. Post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. At the end, list the names of 5 ppl who you want next to do this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" in their blogs and tell them to read your blog for rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1: For a reason I don't want to tell and that no one would be able to guess, I'm unhappy and worried at the same time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.2: I'm sunk for Sec 3 maths. Someone said her senior told her most NY people fail Nanyang's A maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3: I'm also unhappy because I've been plucked from my friends and cruelly chucked into a class of people I don't know well except for 3 others, alongside with the fact that maths is bullying me. This adds to the initial sadness of 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.4: I miss 210!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5: I seriously hope I won't drift apart from anyone. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Especially not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I don't wanna tag anyone else. I'm in the doldrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh why is my blog such a cheerful yellow when I don't feel cheerful at all? If I had an Edward plushie I'd hug it. Or perhaps Black Hayate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't quite like that song at all. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's just a wannabe modern and traditional at the same time but fails miserably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say it was okay in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113637270136963265?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113637270136963265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113637270136963265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113637270136963265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113637270136963265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/wednesday-4-january-2006.html' title='Wednesday, 4 January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113628596402048852</id><published>2006-01-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:59:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 3rd January, 2006</title><content type='html'>Gah I was almost late for school today even though I woke up earlier than usual. Last year I woke up later than this on the first day of school but I arrived much earlier. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113628596402048852?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113628596402048852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113628596402048852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113628596402048852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113628596402048852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2006/01/tuesday-3rd-january-2006.html' title='Tuesday, 3rd January, 2006'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113603607489010992</id><published>2005-12-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:37:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 31 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>New Year's resolutions! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lifern's blog reminded me of it.)&lt;/span&gt; Don't you just love the way they are never fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use my time more wisely (each year I hope I will, each year I never do so)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better grades! =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call my mum when I arrive home late (? I'm too lazy to pick up the telephone)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manage finanaces well and save up lots and lots and lots of money! Moolah. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take better care of my eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a happier person. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more, er, proactive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not be a draggy person &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep more =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hardly what I might call New Year &lt;em&gt;resolutions&lt;/em&gt;, but HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going around &lt;em&gt;reading&lt;/em&gt; blogs, but not really tagging a lot. Either I'm lazy or I don't know what to say. =/ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My social awkwardness has degenerated to this level: I'm ashamed of myself! -Panics about 2006 and breaks downnnnnnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Edit: I have edited this post countless times. LOL.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113603607489010992?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113603607489010992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113603607489010992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113603607489010992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113603607489010992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-31-december-2005.html' title='Saturday, 31 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113566930056350328</id><published>2005-12-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:56:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 27 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>Booo I still haven't finished my commonwealth essay. I'm still searching for the random spark of inspiration to hit me and bedazzle me and send me running to the computer to type out my story. I've never hated writing as much as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's tagging but I've got nothing better to do. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In no particular order, list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see at school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people I talk to online&lt;br /&gt;1) Bai Hui&lt;br /&gt;2) Justin&lt;br /&gt;3) Rachel&lt;br /&gt;3 of the randomest people I could ever imagine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 people I see at school&lt;br /&gt;4) Panda&lt;br /&gt;5) Lifern&lt;br /&gt;6) Elaine&lt;br /&gt;7) Yiling&lt;br /&gt;Hah. All the people I haven't listed and sit near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 teachers&lt;br /&gt;8) Ms Lye&lt;br /&gt;9) Mr Alex Teo&lt;br /&gt;Form teachers. =) Wish they'd wear our custom-made T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people you love going out with&lt;br /&gt;10) Vandasaurus&lt;br /&gt;11) Rachel&lt;br /&gt;12) Bai Hui&lt;br /&gt;This is called love? COUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people in your sms inbox--er wait I don't have one. Let's just count the people whom I last spoke to on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;13) Weisheng (to kindly inform him that a cockroach family has just moved into his uniform and is thriving!)&lt;br /&gt;14) Rachel (something about Narnia and virtual money and Vanada's house)&lt;br /&gt;15) Felice (about _______ ears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of number 4 (Panda)?&lt;br /&gt;In my truest opinion, she is the suckiest person of the century and deserves a place in the Guiness Book of World Records for being the Suckiest Person Who Thinks She/He Rocks. She is highly deluded: she thinks she rocks but she sucks; she thinks she's not a dinosaur/panda when she is one. This is PROOF. That is all there is to my opinion: SHE SUCKS. (HAR. Am happy. If you look at Vanday's LJ you will definitely agree with the above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if number 4 (Panda) slapped you on your face?&lt;br /&gt;She would? Oh well she wouldn't get the chance because a) I would have dodged most cleverly! b) I'm too nice. =D If she did (the moon would turn blue, mark my words), I would a) give her a kick on the ass and I'd score (I've told her I will, several times) b) scream at her c) break down and CRY. Though if I did cry the moon would turn pink. =D Panda would like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice is number 6 (Elaine)?&lt;br /&gt;Nice to the point of crazy. Would you expect someone who calls herself a pig to be sane? (The answer is no, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a scale of 1-10, rate how good looking number 5 (Lifern) is.&lt;br /&gt;I quote Vandy, whom I stole this from: &lt;em&gt;erm...i have no idea. if you know just judge yourself lah. i think that each person is beautiful in their own way so TEN.&lt;/em&gt; (I'm sure no. 13 would smile if he/she ever saw this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever fall for number 10 (Vandasaurus)?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFETIME, OR THE PREVIOUS ONES, OR THE NEXT ONES IN THE FUTURE! I'D RATHER SWEAR MYSELF TO CELIBACY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, if number 8 (Ms Lye) met with an accident, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Visit her wherever she is hospitalised along with a group of people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sport would you play with number 1 (Bai Hui)?&lt;br /&gt;Hit-the-Vanda. Hahah no honestly badminton. Because I cannot imagine her doing anything else with me other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if number 1 (Bai Hui) got a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I would gape. But I wish her good luck since many artists and musicians seem to have very sad love lives. Anyway when she does I hope she is so happy she gives me a tablet--a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hate number 9 (Mr Alex Teo)?&lt;br /&gt;Er no. Why would I? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do you like number 2 (Justin)?&lt;br /&gt;What question is this? If Y_l_n_ was doing this and Justin was still No. 2 she'd put an ecstatic YES! but I'm not Y_l_n_ so er I shall put quite as a &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will 13 and 7 (Weisheng/Yiling) make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. In No. 2's opinion, very much so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would 14 (Rachel) one day kill you?&lt;br /&gt;Impossible. If she attempted I'd injure her fatally first. =DD HARHAR. Anyway I'm too nice to warrant someone to desire to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113566930056350328?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113566930056350328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113566930056350328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113566930056350328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113566930056350328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/tuesday-27-december-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 27 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113542027173611367</id><published>2005-12-24T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:31:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 24 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>I AM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Blogger refuses to upload my photos and Photobucket gives me the pictures too HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonwealth essay! Tell me it's your favourite itsy bitsy bit of holiday homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll smack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I want to do Crossing the boundary. There have been some ideas floating in my brain (which has been -gasp- CONTAMINATED!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;White girl, black girl; they feel friendly, but oh no there is prejudice and after a great deal of exaggerated emotional turmoil from both weakened partiesthey &lt;strong&gt;CROSS THE BOUNDARY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little boy hates broccoli (oh d'you know broccolis have nervous systems and scientists believe they feel &lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;? No you didn't.); one fine sunny day he gives in to his mother's pleading call and eats it! He &lt;strong&gt;CROSSES THE BOUNDARY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wall of Berlin. I think it was! They stoned it down.&lt;strong&gt;  CROSSING THE BOUNDARY!&lt;/strong&gt;It was er, separating Germany or something. Eeyer I dunno. Scratch that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosa Parks. Bet teachers will &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it to bits. What they teach have finally sunken into our brains, whose creative juices have been squeezed dry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of creative juices, kids educated in Singapore (like me!) aren't very creative. I read somewhere that car advertisments made in Singapore (or was it Asia?) aren't creative because they forever feature a pretty car driving across a desert, kicking up dust and zooming to a stop, gleaming like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jy mentioned something about Aussies being more creative in his LJ. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah never mind. I shall torture my overworked brains for more ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113542027173611367?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113542027173611367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113542027173611367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113542027173611367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113542027173611367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-24-december-2005_24.html' title='Saturday, 24 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113541430252187957</id><published>2005-12-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:51:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 24 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh and this is a bit late (I didn't go on the computer yesterday I think):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(belated) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY SZUAN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to blog about. I shall attempt to put in photos for Thailand trip (Blogger doesn't seem to work. =/) and do my Commonwealth essay (which is going to be an uber lame and possibly out-of-topic one) at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for multi-tasking! Hip hip hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm getting ________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH it shall remain secret for some time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113541430252187957?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113541430252187957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113541430252187957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113541430252187957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113541430252187957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-24-december-2005.html' title='Saturday, 24 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113522599923252614</id><published>2005-12-22T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:57:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 22 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>Thailand wasn't fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;UTTERLY GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt; I loved it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, CO camp. I need to refer to Yiling's blog for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: This entry contains many, many words. I haven't uploaded the photographs yet, so you'll probably be bored to death. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[camp] Day 1: Thursday 15th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on time. There was dazu. And everything was basically the same, except that mostly everyone was wearing bermudas, shorts, camp T-shirts etc. and barefoot. =) Since I was feeling rather er, &lt;em&gt;formal&lt;/em&gt; that day I wore CO T-shirt and skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipskipskip to lunch. WELL. Er. Hm. Cough. Erm despite the erm-ish lunch we must bear in mind that people in Africa are starving and we actually have &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; to eat, so we are very fortunate indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaozu next. It felt more like an entire day of CO, not really camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the usual dinner, showertime. Before nightwalk started, Sharon asked us how we found huangtuqing. I haven't seriously thought about it, but my general impression is not good. Even Ding feels that our standard has dropped. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last year's nightwalk, this year's storytelling doesn't seem that scary anymore. =( Nightwalk wasn't scary. Yiling mentioned a music box. I didn't even see it! =/ Other people mentioned a puppet but our group didn't see it at all. Kind of disappointed since last year's nightwalk was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee ruan and liuqin Sec 1 and 2s got to sleep in the storeroom! Because Ms Lee wanted to sleep in the music room, and our sleeping bags happened to lie right in the area where she wanted to sleep, so we told her there was insufficient space and she allowed us to sleep in the music room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Heard a group of cellobass people being green grapes. One of them predicted we'd be kicked out of the music room. I was very irritated so I told them we had permission. Bit shocked since Jas was in that group and I have a feeling she was the one who made that snide remark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and laughed until 12+ then drifted off to sleep, amidst the screams and yells of some committee members playing. What an unexciting ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[camp/home!] Day 2: Friday 16th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, had breakfast which was better than all the other meals. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaozu! We played Wenqi's piece. It's too western and popmusic-sounding for a Chinese Orchestra but still quite nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huibao! It was uber short. Hahah I left right before Mrs Ee gave out comments to each of the instrument groups. And Lydia forgot to ask me for the ten dollar bopian! O WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for ages before my dad came (there was a traffic jam along the PIE). When I arrived home I got a splitting headache because of lack of sleep the previous night, and got into a terribly grouchy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the airport at 8, which is quite early, but we waited for eons at check-in. And because I didn't have enough to eat during dinner, I got a chocolate mousse. Which turned out to be a big mistake since there was a very long queue at the er dunnowhatthingywherebytheyverifyifyouarethesamepersonastheoneinthepassportpicture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had around 10 minutes left before the gate closed, so we dashed (not really) to D40, waited a bit more and boarded the plane! =D I was terribly delighted when they served the meal. Initially I thought they wouldn't because the flight wasn't during any of the mealtimes, but they did! I love dining on the plane. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[THAILAND!] Day 1: Saturday 17th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was about 2 hours so we arrived at 12+ We spent 4000 baht on visas (if any idiot hasn't realised yet, I'm not Singaporean) and wandered about at the arrival hall until we found our tour leader Winnie Tan. Oh there was this guy in the tour group who looked like TKC. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus to Prince Palace Hotel, a very nice four-star hotel near the river. And slept 'til 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an extremely satisfying breakfast we headed off to Chao Phraya River and took a boat to the Floating Market! There were some people in boats who rowed over and tried to sell souvenirs to us, but it was very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later our boat headed near a temple. According to the tour guide Mr Chim (?) the fish (they looked like catfish) were very clever and only swam nearby the temple. We bought a big loaf of bread and tossed big chunks to the big catfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm then we headed off to the Floating Market and looked around, then went to the Wat Arun temple. The stairs were very, very steep, and there were big ceramic vats that had water and water lilies in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to visit the Golden Buddha. According to the itinery, it's cast in 5 1/2 tons of pure gold. o_O We wandered around the temple and set off for Pattaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the world's largest (so many 'world's largest's) jewellery store and sat in a train and rode around watching the history of gemstones. =/ Then we bought some stuff. HEHEH. Not telling what. I'm keeping it secret. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enroute, we stopped at the world's largest tiger zoo, the Sriracha Tiger Zoo and watched the tiger show. Somehow I didn't enjoy it much--I kept getting the impression that humans were trying the humanise everything, including wild animals. =( There was also a crocodile show which was hilarious for all the wrong reasons--the male trainer kept slipping and falling and once his trousers almost slipped off. (But he was wearing pants inside haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we watched the most splendid show in Pattaya by the Alcazar Cabaret--the largest male impersonation troupe in the world! (To put it crudely, &lt;em&gt;ahkuashow!&lt;/em&gt;) It was quite okay. The dancing wasn't as exciting (but if you've watched the Russian dancers on the Superstar Virgo you'll definitely have high expectations) but the stage sets and costumes were &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt;. At the last dance, a lot of super-scantily-dressed people came out and I was like, er............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went out of the building we saw many of the dancers lined up outside and calling people to take photos with them. They were super tall and so er, feminine that real females seemed...unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel (New Daynight Hotel, and it definitely wasn't as good as the one in Bangkok). And slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[THAILAND!] Day 2: Sunday 18th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Coral Island by speedboat but the waves were too great and we couldn't go. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our family went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we woke up and walked to a nearby supermarket and bought some necessities like towels, toothbrushes and lip balm (since my lips were cracking pathetically even though it wasn't that dry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the Noong Noch Village and watched a cultural performance. In the midst of the performance there was a gunshot and several people scurried out of the place. =/ It was er, depicting a war and people came on stage riding elephants! =) So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch an elephant show later on. It was much better than the one in the Singapore Zoological Gardens. The elephants came out holding tails, from the biggest to the smallest, and played sports like football, darts, basketball and painted and danced. =) They were très mignons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and before that we went to this mountain that had a Buddha drawn on it. Perhaps it was gold! =D Anyway the weather there was very good, warm and breezy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night my father and I went to explore Pattaya's night life (and look for bugsies to eat. heheh). We wandered around Walking Street where there were a lot of pubs and some hookers (I think so--they were scantily dressed and kept applying makeup to their faces). In the pubs there were a lot of Caucasion men with local females. The tour guide had previously told us that some Caucasian men went to Thailand and hired three things--a house, a car and a wife. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some grasshoppers and cricket-like bugs! They were very salty (because the vendor had put in lots of salt I think) and not bad. =D Just don't eat the hind legs since they have little spikes along the hind legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[THAILAND!] Day 3: Monday, 19th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Bangkok early in the morning. My family was one of the first to put our bags into the bus, but we (were stupid enough) didn't go onto the bus to get a seat first, so when we got onto the bus there wasn't a &lt;strong&gt;single seat &lt;/strong&gt;left. This is called typical Singaporean kiasu-ness. Stupid idiots. I was uber pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erhem. Anyway we went to Dreamworld! Which is a sortof amusement park. We got very wet at the Big Splash and the Grand Canyon. Er more specifically my butt was wet. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sidetrack a bit. On the way to Dreamworld we stopped at a shop where they sold sweets, dried foodstuffs etc., and some people bought a big box full of foodstuffs to be brought back as luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we arrived at Bangkok some people got off to visit the Four Face Buddha. We went to MBK for shopping (didn't really buy anything though). Then we had dinner at Twin Towers hotel and went back to Prince Palace Hotel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[THAILAND!] Day 4: Tuesday, 20th December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of blogging so I'll make this brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically a free day so in the morning my family visited the Grand Palace. We got the hotel staff to help us hire a taxi but in the end the taxi driver charged us 400 baht which is crazy. My father later told the woman who helped us hire the taxi about this and she seemed to know nothing about it and was apologetic. I have my suspicions. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the Grand Palace is awesomely huge! Every part of the building, from the walls to the slightest ledge is so elaborate the Peranakans' architecture pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping but we didn't buy a lot of things. Haha I think Liwen would have been very happy--Prince Palace Hotel was right next to this wholesale centre for clothes so the clothes there were very cheap and great in variety (a bit too much variety perhaps--I felt rather claustrophobic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of general information--according to the tour guide, 60% of the land in Thailand is privately owned. The owner of Prince Palace Hotel also owns the land around the hotel, i.e. the wholesale centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the river, looking at the people selling fruits etc. (I swear I've never seen so many pineapples in my entire life) and eventually stopped at Family Mart to buy some bread etc. for dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[THAILAND!] Day 5: Wednesday, 21 December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, did a bit more of shopping and had breakfast. The yoghurt was très bien! They made it themselves so it's very fresh. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a bit of Mean Girls on HBO on telly, then right after my brother reached his goal of seeing 120 boats (our hotel room overlooked the river), we went to the lobby and took the bus to the airport. And arrived in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee Thailand was very fun! Someday I'll go there again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, a meme (that's what Vandasaurus calls it; oh the ones in italics were Vanday's answers):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 REALLY RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;01. I don't want to go back to school!&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;em&gt;I currently hate writing to bits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I need time to study.&lt;br /&gt;04. I desperately hope to finish my essay.&lt;br /&gt;05. I desperately hate Commonwealth essays, and sincerely hope that I have a variety of knives to stick into this horrible...&lt;strong&gt;thing&lt;/strong&gt;. So that it may die and we'll never have holiday homework. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;06. I like yellow.&lt;br /&gt;07. I like elephants. I wouldn't mind being an elephant trainer as long as I have sufficient clothes, food and water. =D&lt;br /&gt;08. I like Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;09. I like FMA.&lt;br /&gt;10. I like Hagane no Renkinjutushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 WAYS TO WIN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;01. Be humourous (since most humourous people are nice)&lt;br /&gt;02. Be good-tempered&lt;br /&gt;03. Like FMA (especially ED!)&lt;br /&gt;04. Be amiable&lt;br /&gt;05. Be helpful&lt;br /&gt;06. Be sensible&lt;br /&gt;07. Be tolerant&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;em&gt;and love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;em&gt;and love my family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I CARRY / WEAR EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;01. Spectacles&lt;br /&gt;02. Something to tie my hair with&lt;br /&gt;03. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;04. Skin&lt;br /&gt;05. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;06. Mouth&lt;br /&gt;07. Nose&lt;br /&gt;08. Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT ANNOY ME&lt;br /&gt;01. Torture of animals and humans (during the elephant show I was looking carefully to see if any of the elephants had scars. I didn't see any =)&lt;br /&gt;02. Power struggles&lt;br /&gt;03. Corruption&lt;br /&gt;04. Suckers-up&lt;br /&gt;05. Malfunctioning things, especially computers&lt;br /&gt;06. CELERY&lt;br /&gt;07. PAPAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 PLACES I'VE VISITED OR INTEND TO&lt;br /&gt;01. Visited - Scotland&lt;br /&gt;02. Visited - Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;03. Visited - Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;04. Intend to - USA (visit my aunt? See my cousins?)&lt;br /&gt;05. Intend to - Australia (boo! Almost everyone's been there)&lt;br /&gt;06. Intend to - Er Korea? Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;em&gt;Marry some nice guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;em&gt;Have children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;em&gt;Write my will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Try as many things as possible, e.g. sky diving, scuba diving etc.&lt;br /&gt;05. BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS I'M AFRAID OF&lt;br /&gt;01. Homework&lt;br /&gt;02. Lousy results (imagine the tempest!)&lt;br /&gt;03. Commonwealth essay =(&lt;br /&gt;04. Lizards and cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS I DO EVERYDAY&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;em&gt;Eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;em&gt;Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;em&gt;Breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 THINGS I'M TRYING NOT TO DO NOW&lt;br /&gt;01. Slack or play--I need to catch up on work!&lt;br /&gt;02. Let teenage hormones take control and ruin my entire life. Self-tolerance, this I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON I WANT TO SEE NOW&lt;br /&gt;01. TSK TSK isn't it obvious? -Points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113522599923252614?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113522599923252614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113522599923252614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113522599923252614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113522599923252614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-22-december-2005.html' title='Thursday, 22 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113456309476832901</id><published>2005-12-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:24:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 14 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>I got inspiration from Vanda and once again, my to-do list. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go through Sec 1 and 2 Science, Chinese (realised I did not learn any new words this year due to slack)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revise maths! (A priority if I wish to survive Sec 3 next year, of which I have accomplished a quarter of due to slack [AGAIN!], and is such a priority I give it a bullet point of its own--it must be so proud)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look through Sec 3 stuff. (it sounds terrible to the ears, really. Can't digest any science stuff if it's in a TEXTBOOK. If it's in a little novel like the Horrible Science, Horrible History types then I'd read it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read history books. And the Sec 3 History textbook (which I shall borrow from someone and read like a storybook; the reason being: in JC you can't take pure sciences now [it was on the news, did anyone other than me watch?] )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Nicholas Nickleby, the you jin book that came late this year and Da Vinci Code (funnily enough, I finished the Bonesetter's daughter in two days while these lovely books were left to one side. aww.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return library books on time. (sheesh I wish the school would rather fine us than make us do CIP. )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Sec 3 Chinese TB Part B from a senior. (I only have Part A. Oh well! Thanks Michelle anyway!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get SS TB from Szuan (she forgot, I forgot, we forgot; anyway SS is quite a waste of time, books, money, trees, effort, production costs, money, ink, I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;COMMONWEALTH ESSAY. (well, after Thailand. =) Inspiration is very important.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise...(I HOPE.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PACK FOR CAMP!&lt;/strong&gt; Which is er, tomorrow. (Initially I wasn't planning to stay overnight 'cause of dirty clothes but it seems weird to go back home, then return in the morning. Seriously I don't look forward to sleeping on the FLAT hard floor =( I'd rather sleep on a bunch of BUMPY tree roots in a tent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheesh. There doesn't seem to be enough time during the holidays! =( In addition I notice 9 things on this have something to do with academics. 'Tis pressurising! No wonder Lydia says I look stressed when playing ruan. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113456309476832901?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113456309476832901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113456309476832901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113456309476832901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113456309476832901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday-14-december-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 14 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113412728768291020</id><published>2005-12-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:21:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 9 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Heheh my blog is going to DIE DIE DIE but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had insomnia last night again (very stressed lately) so I was worrying that I wouldn't wake up on time for CCA (which was at 1230). When I got there, we were told that CCA was at 1330. So we went to Coronation and moped around the cybercafe which was about to close down. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O YES on my way to the music room (after exchanging Social Studies books for Poems Deep and Dangerous) I saw Yiling, Juliana and Shiaohong looking rather &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;odd. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (They had a, er, makeup workshop.) Lamahlang refused to turn her head to let me see her hair. Heheh but I still saw it in the end.  It was a black mass of pins and hair. =DD (Nah they all looked very nice XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ms) Ding's Ruan Ensemble was invited to perform at the opening ceremony of Haw Par Villa and she asked Ester, Lydia, Natalie, Kincheng and me to go along but IT WAS 21 DECEMBER AND I ONLY COME BACK TO SINGAPORE ON THE 21ST! Highly upsetting. I want to goooooooo. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was boring, just like this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick my brother for being an irritating, hypocritic and useless PEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-End of Entry (Stop reading, if you are in the first place)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113412728768291020?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113412728768291020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113412728768291020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113412728768291020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113412728768291020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-9-november-2005.html' title='Friday, 9 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113343484679427044</id><published>2005-12-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:04:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 1 December, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Things to Do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Commonwealth Essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read library books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revise maths (partially done)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy books for Sec 3 (which reminds me: do we have to buy books from the "English Literature" list even if we aren't taking E. Lit for Humanities? Some people say it's for Language Arts. =/ )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy lots of things from Thailand trip on 16th! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay CO fund =((((((&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113343484679427044?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113343484679427044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113343484679427044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113343484679427044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113343484679427044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-1-december-2005.html' title='Thursday, 1 December, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113336170549344764</id><published>2005-11-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:41:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 30 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7648/864/1600/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7648/864/320/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I wanted to blog about. Oh well. Another day then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113336170549344764?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113336170549344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113336170549344764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113336170549344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113336170549344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday-30-november-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 30 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113319591767611276</id><published>2005-11-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:38:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 28 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Yayzers! Very happy now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday (27/11)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding's 10th anniversary concert. No, er, I meant her ruan ensemble. We (as in mainly the Sec 2s Natalie, Kincheng, Hsiu Fan and me) slacked in the SCH and criticised the guy (Yu Fei?) who was being a bambling bumbling band of baboons all by himself and being in charge while our dear Ding got her hair done. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ding and her fashionably coiffed hair arrived, we received the trauma of our lives. It was as a puffy as a pufferfish, to put it nicely. (To put it crudely, it was gross.) Shan't say anything about her clothes. They were COUGH &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; COUGH &lt;strong&gt;FASHIONABLE&lt;/strong&gt; COUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During interval we got flowers from NYCO! =D Okay it was a bit embarrassing because some of the better players didn't get any. =X Thank you Chiewlin, Rachel (from 2/9), Sharon, Phoebe etc. etc. etc. Hope I didn't miss anyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everything was okay. Just that the encore was very fake. And that our daruans couldn't be moved to NAFA because, thanks to (who else?) Ding we didn't bring the covers along and me and Kincheng brought home one each and by luck two daruans were moved there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. &lt;u&gt;Today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered a teeny, unimportant, yet PART of the daruan had been chipped off. INFURIATING. YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW BLOODY &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; NYGH'S DARUANS ARE? AND JUST BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF A COVER IT BECAME LIKE &lt;strong&gt;THAT. &lt;/strong&gt;AND WHO'S FAULT IS IT? (Ding ding! I think it's a pun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er anyway I woke up at 7.20am (unintentionally) and went on a marathon to finish revising French (of course I didn't; I've never completely finished studing for something in my life EVER before). Then left for Alliance Française and looked for where I had to go. Horrors awaited me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot to bring my pencil case to the exam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such brilliance. Thank God Cherry and Chiewlin were there taking A1 so I borrowed stationery from Cherry. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got lost at the 3rd floor because every door seemed to morph into the wall itself--it looked so alike and it was all white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up late. =( And missed the first passage for LC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it turned out that I didn't because the teacher (a very nice French lady) had inserted the wrong CD. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards tried to look for Newton Circus with Chin Hwee, gave up, went back and had a sandwich at Le Bistrot, where they sell meals that are expensive beyond all reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORAL! I got full marks for the first part (self-introduction), and 1 mark from full marks for the second part (something about the history of my family) because I was highly unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea whether i did badly for role-playing because I didn't get to see the grades. But I was very nervous and mixed up my past and present tenses. OMG. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeh can't access Lamahlang's blog. Stupid sherbetlemon.diary-x.com. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I got lost. =) While looking for NAFA Campus, er, 2 I think...I wandered to Campus 3 (?) and that was the &lt;strong&gt;old, old, OLD&lt;/strong&gt; campus so I found a public phone, spent 40 cents calling my father and finally got directions! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The map didn't list out all the sites of NAFA! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened (once again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kincheng as usual, whined about her personal discomforts (I whine about school's ruans etc. but that's better than constantly going "I need to shit") and lack of daruan and red jacket (irresponsible Kincheng TSK TSK!) and gushed over Jonathon and if I'm not wrong Liang Cheng (however he's shorter than her, which makes him ineligible aww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia as usual, gave everyone the dao look. She has now earned the title of poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hsiu Fan showed off. AS USUAL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we fortunately found covers for the daruans so they were moved back to TECC. Will have to take taxi to bring them back to their home again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think non-living objects have feelings. Really. I think the daruan with the chipped teeny bit is rather sad, and the daruans at Kincheng and my home are quite happy, and those at Tampines miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they have suffered a lot being dragged around Singapore with us. =/ Hahah I personify everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting ages for my dad (he didn't see me; I didn't see me) I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night fellow posers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113319591767611276?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113319591767611276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113319591767611276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113319591767611276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113319591767611276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-28-november-2005.html' title='Monday, 28 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113301537594834629</id><published>2005-11-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:29:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 26 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My French exam is 2 days away and I have not finished revision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I flunk I shall push the blame to Ding. She and her stupid practices. Made me travel to Tampines just to discover practice was cancelled. I am stressed and I don't need her to mess things up anymore for me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me make a note of the things to revise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) à vs de&lt;br /&gt;2) de vs de la, du, de l'&lt;br /&gt;3) vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;4) listening comprehension&lt;br /&gt;5) imparfait&lt;br /&gt;6) imperatif&lt;br /&gt;7) futur proche&lt;br /&gt;8) any other forms that might pop up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. It's going to be a mad, mad dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK TO MYSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113301537594834629?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113301537594834629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113301537594834629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113301537594834629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113301537594834629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-26-november-2005.html' title='Saturday, 26 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113292884405652860</id><published>2005-11-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:27:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 25 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hello hello. I'm very tired but I don't feel like going to sleep. =( I need to revise for DELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the MRT (from Tampines to Bukit Batok, mind you), I saw two French guys jibber-jabbering away in their native language. And I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I, er, am not expected to be that fluent yet since DELF A2 is for the lousy ones like me. =D So it's all right if I can't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deposit me among a group of French toddlers and I wouldn't understand either! Why are third languages only offered at secondary school? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I see weird things when I get tired. I was on 852 (well it's only one stop but I'm tired!) and there was a banner on the window that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SMRT Media. &lt;em&gt;Create possibilities, inspire always&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or about that. What I saw was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SMRT Media. &lt;em&gt;Create problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another advertisment about the &lt;strong&gt;Magnolia&lt;/strong&gt; Train Concept. (Magnolia milk.) I looked at it and saw &lt;strong&gt;Mongolia&lt;/strong&gt; Train Concept and felt very surprised that SMRT had far-reaching effects all the way to Mongolia. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged. Whatever you call it. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. post five weird/random stuff about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. at the end of your post, list the names of 5 people who have to do this next&lt;br /&gt;3. leave a comment 'you are tagged' in their blog;tell them to read your blog for rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yuck the capitalisation is highly incorrect. I do not like such things on my blog. TSK TSK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love French. -Hug. I hate it like hell too. -Kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot sleep in other beds. E.g. in the Hilton Hotel at KL (We did not want such a posh hotel [if you call it posh--the lobby was quite small] but our relative booked it) the beds were highly comfortable to my parents and brother but I was very discomforted and contemplated sleeping on the armchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel like kicking toilet brush (es) right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My parents complain that I do not have a handphone but I am not intending to get a handphone because I do not feel the need for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I also feel like crying because I was just informed that one precious Saturday will be wasted at the disgusting Edifice of Disgusting Smells (Tampines East CC). This Saturday, instead of being used to revise my French for my DELF on the 28th, will be used to:&lt;br /&gt;a) listen to Kincheng and several other girls gush over this person called Jonathon whom I do not find shuai &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(and thinks I'm a guy. OMG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) tire myself out&lt;br /&gt;c) get scolded by a grumpy conductor&lt;br /&gt;d) be bored&lt;br /&gt;e) feel extra&lt;br /&gt;f) buttaches (1/4 of the chair ONLY!)&lt;br /&gt;g) spend a grand total of 3+ hours travelling back and forth, during which half I will sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tag Yiling, Yiling, Yiling, Yiling and Lamahlang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Shan't tag anyone. XD Lazy to. (As lazy as Vanda.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the emcee for the concert is very informal and he's like those kinds you hire when you put up a big tent and have lots of people perform (with their sometimes awful singing) and "party" 'til 11? (Ms) Ding says he's effectively billingual. I give a standing protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Er, it's not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; bad, just...below my expectations.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113292884405652860?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113292884405652860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113292884405652860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113292884405652860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113292884405652860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-25-november-2005.html' title='Friday, 25 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113279977520481225</id><published>2005-11-24T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:36:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 24 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Utterly &lt;strong&gt;brilliant&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.rcsint.org/essay/?subSection=history"&gt;HOLIDAY HOMEWORK&lt;/a&gt;. Commonwealth Essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLASS B - Born 1990-1991&lt;br /&gt;1200-1500 words&lt;br /&gt;All questions can be answered by writing an essay or a story which explores the topic in an interesting and relevant way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Colours. &lt;br /&gt;The difference I make. &lt;br /&gt;In all Commonwealth societies, customs and traditions help people to navigate a passage through life. In your experience, does this statement ring true? &lt;br /&gt;Crossing the boundary. &lt;br /&gt;Water. &lt;/p&gt;I doooon't want to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream yesterday night/this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was in Sec 3 , and all around me were tenners, along with some random people mixed in this particular class. We were all very comfortable with each other, and talked and laughed and chatted like old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our form teacher was Alex Teo but this time he was teaching maths. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do this very odd linear graph question, which was something like 6&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; = 2 + 3&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; and we were supposed to draw it on a dot diagram. Everyone was very confused, but Vanda and Bai Hui went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drew the correct line and both wrote on the board at the same time, parallel to each other's words: "Correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels &lt;em&gt;déja vu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up and remembered: there are only four tenners in 302--Audrey, Penny, Yu Jie and me. Such a thin line between dreams and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113279977520481225?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113279977520481225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113279977520481225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113279977520481225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113279977520481225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/thursday-24-november-2005.html' title='Thursday, 24 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113253848772592539</id><published>2005-11-21T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:51:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 21 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>If I don't pull up my socks quickly, my French will go to les chiens. (The dogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to French radio online, and the only words that I have picked up are "prochaine" (next), "décide" (decide) and some other simple words that aren't helping in understand the thing. Then I attempted a listening comprehension online and I couldn't understand a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have started revising earlier, like start of the year! =( My listening really sucks yet I'm not doing much to help it. =( And things are made worse with (Ms) Ding's concert. I barely have any time left to LIVE. Damnit. Every single day is dedicated to Ruan/CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IF I FAIL? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$65 gone, one golden opportunity lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid concert. Like the world cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't do listening comprehension. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need heeellllpp! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gee, I'm crying. Because I just can't understand, and am about to fail, and it's not entirely my fault! Curses to the bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi, la femme stupide et avide, &lt;strong&gt;va à l'enfer&lt;/strong&gt;. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113253848772592539?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113253848772592539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113253848772592539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113253848772592539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113253848772592539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-21-november-2005.html' title='Monday, 21 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113240220347095701</id><published>2005-11-19T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:10:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 19 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>TSK TSK the DVD that Rachel had lent me was UN-pirated yet the name of FMA was printed as &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ULL&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ETAL AL&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;HEMIST. Atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I feel rather unenthusiastic about Sec 3 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I miss 210, and all the familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a big pain because I've never been a social person. =( I can't remember how I even got to know people. So what would happen if I, by some unfortunate stroke of luck, make a grand total of 0 friends, and be condemned to the realm of friendless, forsaken bookworms? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I shall go and watch TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113240220347095701?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113240220347095701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113240220347095701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113240220347095701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113240220347095701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-19-november-2005.html' title='Saturday, 19 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113232041981310533</id><published>2005-11-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T16:06:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 18 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Admittedly I'm not happy about where I got posted. You see, 301 is the best class, andI'm in 302, which is second, and being second is not nice because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, most NY people have always been in the best class (like me) in primary school, and this is the second (first time being French, but I think their class allocation is rather warped) time I'm in second, and it feels disturbing to change,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND secondly, as some famous person said (not verbatim), second is always just one miserable teeny notch between first and its a horrible place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't complain, but I still want to. I am not happy with myself, get this clear, &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt; and no one else. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113232041981310533?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113232041981310533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113232041981310533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113232041981310533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113232041981310533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-18-november-2005.html' title='Friday, 18 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113202869717139253</id><published>2005-11-15T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:24:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 15 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 days to HPGOF premiere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 days to class allocation results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12days to concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 days to DELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;List of other things to do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Brush up on maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Send in Art SIA for whatever competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Go for anime expo some thingy (if there's FMA, if not I'm absenting myself I T_INK!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113202869717139253?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113202869717139253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113202869717139253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113202869717139253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113202869717139253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday-15-november-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 15 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113170892051597168</id><published>2005-11-11T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:35:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 11 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Excessive blogging but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, on this very day, Kway Teow and Mee Siam and Da Bao etc. were rocking the auditorium. Anyway, I saw Gary Tang today and when he saw me he laughed and said, "Now I see you I'm reminded to pull up my pants. Good job." Or something like that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I got B for drama. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During xiaozu I was made to run around looking for Lamahlang who wasn't even there. -_-" Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113170892051597168?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113170892051597168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113170892051597168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113170892051597168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113170892051597168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-11-november-2005_11.html' title='Friday, 11 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113168321313441649</id><published>2005-11-11T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:28:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 11 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Had utterly horrible dreams yesterday night. =/ I won't mention the first one-it's private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second one, I dreamt that it was the Second World War and I was in school, yes the current NYGH campus, not the previous one, and the Japanese were about to kill us all and my mother and brother got captured and some guy suggest I bribe the Japanese guard with US$50. =/ Weird and a bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, look at this: does it seem the teeniest bit like Shirley Wong or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7648/864/1600/hmm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7648/864/320/hmm.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely at the cheerleader in front. She looks very, very similar to Shirley Wong. But I thought she said she went to London to study nutrition or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH I just downloaded 115 MB worth of FMA sounds--the kinds they insert for better emphasis on the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; days to HPGOF premiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; days to release of class allocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 &lt;/strong&gt;days to concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt; days to DELF A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113168321313441649?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113168321313441649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113168321313441649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113168321313441649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113168321313441649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-11-november-2005.html' title='Friday, 11 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113159102523925467</id><published>2005-11-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:50:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 10 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>I'm really very bored. Shall play Sims 2 later. And unlike Quekie, I do not make my Sims have extramarital affairs. =D (You see, Quekie's Sim has an affair with the maid. =O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 days&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to release of Sec 3 classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 days&lt;/strong&gt; to concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 days&lt;/strong&gt; to DELF A2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113159102523925467?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113159102523925467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113159102523925467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113159102523925467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113159102523925467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/thursday-10-november-2005.html' title='Thursday, 10 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113153741732268554</id><published>2005-11-09T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:56:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rational (NT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY SHOCKING RESULTS!&lt;/strong&gt; -_-"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I am very bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone owes me many, many favours. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113153741732268554?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113153741732268554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113153741732268554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113153741732268554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113153741732268554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-personality-is-rational-nt-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113145419266375919</id><published>2005-11-08T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:54:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 8 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Instead of sleeping in this lovely Tuesday morning I had to go to Tampines Iforgotitsname Community Club to practise for Ding's concert. =/ A lot of the people there played, er, softly. But there were many who played well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that place has a stench everywhere! It's either the stink of some room not being exposed to sunlight for decades (musty, in other words) or some disgustingly sweet smell crossed with the smell of burnt plastic. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later we had to accompany Kincheng and Ding to get the score for Kincheng's piano duet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I arrived home at 2005, (interesting!) then found a letter on my table from Alliance Française! Hahah my DELF A2 is on the 28th November, (&lt;strong&gt;20 DAYS LEFT!&lt;/strong&gt;) which is a Sunday and also one of the days of Ding's concert, meaning I'll be arriving much, much later since the exam ends at 1440.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many people are at the last night of Choral Night now. =(( Boo I wanna go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIM YILING/LAMAHLANG/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MRS JUSTIN TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113145419266375919?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113145419266375919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113145419266375919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113145419266375919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113145419266375919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday-8-november-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 8 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113137579079688280</id><published>2005-11-07T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:03:10.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 7 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Fundraising was an extremely tiring business, because I ran a lot today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Before show: Ran to petrol station to get 2 packs of 12 ice lemon tea and 7-Up. Then ran back and ran a whole round to open up automatic gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Before interval: Ran to petrol station and came back running with 1 pack of 24 coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I prefer 210's items. Seriously. &lt;strong&gt;We ruled Friday's Choral Night!&lt;/strong&gt; And you simply cannot deny it. Another class which I think did very well was 207. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I cancelled something on my wishlist! It's under profile. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113137579079688280?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113137579079688280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113137579079688280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113137579079688280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113137579079688280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-7-november-2005.html' title='Monday, 7 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113124432122421396</id><published>2005-11-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:32:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 6 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>Should I make the ice myself by putting water in plastic bags then tossing it into the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I buy ice? (It costs around $5? According to what I saw at Shop and Save.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I make ice, I'm worried that the ice will be insufficient and not freeze in time. After all, my freezer isn't that big and does have its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I buy ice, then the budget may not be enough and according to May Chew, claiming money from the class fund is very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't let it be a class effort and have only one person pay for the drinks, or just one person pay for the ice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried calling Shu Li, then I got to this unknown person who said something like, "Hang on arh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought it was her family member or whatever so I called again then that person said in a super pissed voice, "Wrong number LAH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bloody rude.  It turned out that May Chew had passed me the wrong number. -_-" But seriously, can't that fker be a bit more polite? For goodness sake, he didn't even speak properly when I first called wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway this post isn't dedicated to rude idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHULI:&lt;/strong&gt;  IF YOU EVER SEE THIS,&lt;strong&gt; BUY ICE OR MAKE ICE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually digressing over this kind of dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am I supposed to carry the ice box and ice by myself? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO RELIVE FRIDAY'S CHORAL AND DRAMA NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; Hmpf I seem to be suffering from the after effects of Choral Night. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113124432122421396?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113124432122421396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113124432122421396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113124432122421396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113124432122421396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/sunday-6-november-2005.html' title='Sunday, 6 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113118235009289318</id><published>2005-11-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:19:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 5 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>HAH. I finally got my Broadband. And we got wireless too (albeit the slightly more erhem, ancient one)! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound awfully deprived don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah I shall go off and play Sims 2 which I borrowed from Li Qing. =) So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, can some kind soul PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE offer to help me carry the ice and ice box to school on Monday? The ice box itself is really heavy and I was sweating madly by the time I got home. With ice, it's going to be =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU LIQING!&lt;/strong&gt; =) Haha her mother is really confused to why me and ___ have to borrow the ice box. It's not like something you'd usually want to borrow when you go to someone's house right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 modern technology. And twoten and nanyang and co. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113118235009289318?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113118235009289318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113118235009289318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113118235009289318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113118235009289318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-5-november-2005_05.html' title='Saturday, 5 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113116622091831120</id><published>2005-11-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:23:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 5 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>I overblog but I'm in high spirits so never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to Hui Yi for your flower yesterday! =)&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to (Weisheng? Jinyao? Justin? Okay I'm confused. =/ ) for the flowers. =)&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Edit!&lt;/strong&gt; I saw Chai Ping's post and realised I missed out a few people. Heheh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; Pao Pao for your uniform. It was very very very huge. =)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have to thank Weisheng too since I was using his buttons. And used his (doll-sized) uniform previous times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I got a less flowers than the night I was emcee-ing and gave more flowers tonight than the night that I was emcee-ing but I'm &lt;strong&gt;happier&lt;/strong&gt; than that night. Possibly because our performances rocked (and also because of what Gary Tang said) and everyone loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway broadband is finally going to be installed &lt;strong&gt;TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt; After bugging my parents for a very very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, since I'm bringing the ice box (&lt;a href="http://iloveb62nd.blogspot.com"&gt;Li Qing's&lt;/a&gt; ice box; thank you thank you!) and the ice, just to tell all tenners, I won't be buying ice since we have a small budget so I'm just putting water into plastic bags (like water bombs!) and chucking them into the fridge. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 November! The day we know whether we've gotten into IP or not. Then 14 November! The day when I know which day I'm doing DELF (please &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; 27 or 28 November, Ding's concert!). Sheesh I'm behind time for revision. And very importantly, 18 November! The day we know which class we're going in for Sec 3. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113116622091831120?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113116622091831120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113116622091831120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113116622091831120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113116622091831120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-5-november-2005.html' title='Saturday, 5 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113111748421815226</id><published>2005-11-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:18:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 4 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TENNERS ROCKED CHORAL NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And no one can deny that. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YAY me and my brother Kway Teow. =) Let me explain our complicated relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Firstly Big Bao unintentially steals his wife since Big Bao's teeny brother Kway Teow was a good-for-nothing husband. So later Kway Teow got Mee Siam. And they lived happily ever after. (However Mee Siam likes Big Bao a lot...heheh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But anyway, 2/10 was really, absolutely great. After my performance (I didn't mess up or forget my lines. YAY!), I was waiting outside the auditorium for my parents. Then a lot of people were staring at me in my oversized HCI uniform, especially the pants which were about to fall off, and that was my &lt;strong&gt;costume&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hm let's see, skipskipskip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and Vanda went to the auditorium and the &lt;strong&gt;really very diabolical vandasaurus&lt;/strong&gt; insisted on pushing me right in front of her brother. -_-"" Whom she claims is her boyfriend. Oh well. &lt;strong&gt;INCEST.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hahha Mr Gary Tang came over while I was watching the performance and whispered in my ear: "Good job. Enjoy your performance." Yay. Testament to 2/10's &lt;strong&gt;utterly brilliant &lt;/strong&gt;performance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Skipskipskip the other performances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KWAY TEOW AND MEE SIAM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What can I say? We screamed and clapped and cheered a lot. And made a lot of noise in general. Kway Teow was so cute! Mr Suspenders eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay it's late now and I'm popping up at Li Qing's house tomorrow to get the &lt;strong&gt;ICE BOX&lt;/strong&gt;! So bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; should help me carry the ice box etc. to school. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE TWO TEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113111748421815226?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113111748421815226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113111748421815226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113111748421815226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113111748421815226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-4-november-2005.html' title='Friday, 4 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113094751003783444</id><published>2005-11-03T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:06:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 2 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;CHORAL NIGHT!&lt;/em&gt; I've got so many people to thank I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; Elaine, Renice, Shuli, Yiling, Quekie, Lifern, Clar&lt;s&gt;r&lt;/s&gt;isse, Zhuo Xuan, Yu Qin, Chua Si Min, Vanda (for &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; telling me the time?) etc. etc. for flowers and well wishes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; really apologetic&lt;/strong&gt; if I missed out anyone, and I can't remember who gave the flowers (but I remember Yiling, Shuli, Quekie, Renice and Lifern because I was in a very whee-it's-finished-tonight-is-over-and-there-have-been-no-mishaps-so-I-am-very-happy-and-awed mood so barely anything registered on my brain. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you Kincheg (XX asks if JL is a sissy) and Chiewlin for helping me to buy dinner and for the flower (and orange from Kincheg)! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, thank you to my fellow emcees Jia Hui and Bai Lu. They probably won't see this but never mind. Have to thank them for helping me affirm so many things since I am such a blur idiot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also teachers, like Ms Tan, Mdm Cao etc. (I seriously hope they do not see this): thank you for your guidance! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and thank you Man Hua for sharing (or rather giving) 4/6 (2/3?) of your Fish McDippers and that made up my lunch. WELL, you did claim you didn't like it since there was no dip. XD Haha but thanks anyway. Okay maybe I have to thank Ding as well, for the er, bread. Although I think Ester ate most of it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha now I can start writing a thank you speech. Did I miss out anyone? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;GO TENNERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kway Teow and Mee Siam eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Big Bao (who stole Kwayteow-the-good-for-nothing-husband's OM wife).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113094751003783444?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113094751003783444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113094751003783444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113094751003783444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113094751003783444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/wednesday-2-november-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 2 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113084805868316145</id><published>2005-11-01T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:27:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 1 November, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY BLOGSKIN IS GLARING AT YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these the dates and classes performing for Choral Nite? I'm not very sure. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st October, Monday&lt;/strong&gt;- (the only day I'm not going)&lt;br /&gt;1/1, 2/2, 1/5, 2/12, 1/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd November&lt;/strong&gt;- (Me! The emcee!)&lt;br /&gt;2/11, 1/4, 2/8, 1/2, 2/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th November&lt;/strong&gt;- (Avert your eyes at 2/10 first half!)&lt;br /&gt;1/6, 2/9, 1/7, 2/10, 1/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th November&lt;/strong&gt;- (Fundraising. &lt;em&gt;ICEBOX HUR&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;2/4, 1/10, 2/5, 1/9, 2/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th November&lt;/strong&gt;- (RESULTS)&lt;br /&gt;1/12, 2/3, 1/11, 2/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some issues I need to complain about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DELF!&lt;/strong&gt; I still haven't started revising yet. =( I feel so guilty. I paid a bomb for this, and if I don't pass then I'd blame myself for life. Gosh I have a lot of books for reading, including Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire--in &lt;strong&gt;French&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DING'S CONCERT!&lt;/strong&gt; The whateveryoucallitspanishthingo isn't working out well. Let's not talk about it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORAL NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt; I've gotten another HCI uniform that is so big the shirt hangs off me like a lab coat and the sleeves reach my elbows, and I have to wear NY shorts inside or the pants would fall off. Nevertheless, the effect of an idiot is achieved. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMCEE! TOMORROW! &lt;/strong&gt;I hope I don't get stage fright or anything, even through I'm not prone to it. In my entire lifetime, I only remember being attacked by stage fright once. Again, let's not talk about it. Wish me luck. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, in case anyone wants to copy and save the picture, try right-clicking. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113084805868316145?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113084805868316145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113084805868316145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113084805868316145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113084805868316145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday-1-november-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 1 November, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113077277105399933</id><published>2005-10-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:35:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 31 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN!&lt;/strong&gt; Comments? Feedback? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blogskin is done by RACHEL TAN and yes Rachel just to boost your ego you are a very good layout maker. She made an incredibly pink (suitable since that's Vanday's favourite colour) one for Vandasaurus and it's animated. And yellow is my favourite colour and Edward is my favourite anime character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few moments ago we were panicking because MSN couldn't send the file, then when she sent it by Hotmail, the .txt file came up as a webpage. So she sent it as a document in a flurry and after that was my expertise--messing things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To delve deeper into the history of this oh-so-special blogskin, I have been bugging Rachel for a very long time. And even after the exams I continued bugging her and the bugging will cease now. Today. This moment. =D Which is why &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TAKE ANYTHING FROM HERE&lt;/strong&gt;. GET IT? Maybe except words. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes one last thing, the song is by Nana Kitade, and it's called Kesenai Tsumi (Unerasable Sin) and is the first ending for FMA Season 1. It doesn't really sound like that in the original song, but Rachel claims it's upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least (gosh I sound like I'm doing a bit of public speaking),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU RACHEL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne nuit, mesdames et messieurs. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113077277105399933?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113077277105399933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113077277105399933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113077277105399933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113077277105399933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-31-october-2005.html' title='Monday, 31 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113067922525613046</id><published>2005-10-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:33:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 30 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Rachel hurry up I can't wait for my first FMA blogskin. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a little bit of humour from a chain mail from Cai Jun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.    : )&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am still anti-chainmail. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113067922525613046?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113067922525613046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113067922525613046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113067922525613046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113067922525613046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-30-october-2005_30.html' title='Sunday, 30 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113067585515861684</id><published>2005-10-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:37:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 30 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hello blog. =) This is going to be a crap post but I'm bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 9.42am (according to my clock which is slightly too fast but never mind). Then I moped around until 11, then went out with my mum to West Mall to get jeans for Choral Night emcee. They don't allow bermudas and those, besides my trousers, are the only ones I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossini (our OM group almost wanted to boycott it since they had boxes and refused to give any to us. Haha)was having a discount for jeans from the usual $46 to $29, and I got one that was too long (I want longer legs!) so they're helping me to adjust it and I can only get it on Monday, 7pm. =/ The belt was nice so I got a pink one for $&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;. =X They were having a promotion sale: if you buy regular items over $30 they'll subtract $10. So we bought a white T-shirt with rhinestones that was quite big and would cover the belt if you wore it with jeans. Aww. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said this is a crap post--just a detailed recount of my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to find new school shoes since my current ones are er, getting black, not just dirty. But there weren't any I liked so while my mum and brother went to the library I went to the gift shops to look for belated presents for Hu Zhe and Hei Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Shop and Save and bought pastries for lunch and some other stuff. Then we went home and I slacked until 4.30, when my father, brother and me went swimming. (Erhem, my brother doesn't know how to swim--he just pretends that he knows.) I am an extremely slow swimmer, and having not swum for months I am degenerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back home, ate, blah blah, and currently am discussing with Rachel about my blogskin. It's coming soon! &lt;3 Edward Elric! &lt;33 FMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah FMA SEASON 2 HAS COME OUT IN JAPAN!!! =))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113067585515861684?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113067585515861684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113067585515861684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113067585515861684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113067585515861684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-30-october-2005.html' title='Sunday, 30 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113059417751612347</id><published>2005-10-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:56:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 29 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I am becoming an obsessive compulsive with dictionaries. For almost every word which I cannot precisely state out the meaning, I have to refer to the dictionary. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was even wondering how I should define "with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the fault of the vocabulary section of the Language Arts exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am re-reading the meanings of endemic, epidemic and pandemic just to find out their differences. Like anyone but me cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endemic:&lt;/strong&gt; (disease) prevalent or often recurring in a country or area, or among a particular class of people, e.g. miners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epidemic: &lt;/strong&gt;(disease) spreading rapidly among many people in the same place for a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pandemic:&lt;/strong&gt; (disease) prevalent over the whole of a country or continent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek what is the difference except that endemic refers to place and people and that has already happened, epidemic refers to people and time and something that is still spreading, and pandemic refers to place and something that is already existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences are awfully minute. And in the midst of typing it down I suddenly went to check up on the word sporadic, which means something like occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am stressed? But why? Is it because of Choral and Drama Night emcee job or Big Bao? Don't think so. I'm very relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's DELF A2? I don't want to waste $65 on an examination and not pass it, and my French vocabulary isn't very strong so maybe it's crippling my confidence in my English vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making my reading experience a highly sad affair. Sheesh, and it's not the first time this obsessive compulsive thingy has occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113059417751612347?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113059417751612347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113059417751612347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113059417751612347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113059417751612347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-29-october-2005_29.html' title='Saturday, 29 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113056701473740673</id><published>2005-10-29T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:23:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 29 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm bored waiting for my FMA blogskin. So I shall busy myself with this quiz from Eileen's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you marry for money?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I am a very moral person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had braces?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm afraid of plucking teeth, because obviously I'll have to given my small mouth, and then I can't eat all sorts of nice foods, and if you wear braces food scraps are liable to get trapped in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Could you live without a computer?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could live in any past time period where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ah that's a very difficult question. I've thought about living in Pompeii, the city that was utterly and totally destroyed by Vesuvius. The Qing Dynasty also seems quite cool...you know the elaborate clothes and those interesting shoes? Haha the Chinese dynasties were so interesting. Places like Egypt, Babylon, Greece, Mesopotamia, Mexico would have been really interesting too, in the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you drink enough water?&lt;br /&gt;Er. I hope so. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wear shoes in the house or take em off?&lt;br /&gt;I wear slippers but occasionally I can't find them and I walk around barefoot. I would love to have furry slippers! So comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your favorite fruits?&lt;br /&gt;Peach (ate so many in China I got diarrhoea), apricots (ate so many I had nosebleed) and sometimes mandarin oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite place to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Erm...erm...erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not. Besides I have a horrid fringe (courtesy of my mum) so I look like a nerd! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you dream in colour or black and white?&lt;br /&gt;Only certain things are in colour, like those things which I usually take note of. The environment is black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Why do you take surveys?&lt;br /&gt;B-O-R-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you drink alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;Wine, XO, beer, champagne. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most beautiful language?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk controversial. Many people think French...it's known as one of the Romantic Languages you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like being kissed when you are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Never had that done to me before. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like sunrises or sunsets the most?&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise. Because it means I have a whole day to be awake. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you want to live to be 100?&lt;br /&gt;If I'm healthy and can move around with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is a flat stomach important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Quite. Thankfully my stomach does not bulge despite my food intake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.When you watch movies at home, do you likethe lights switched on or off?&lt;br /&gt;Lights on. Better for eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;J'éspère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like to watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! I'm 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus fake?&lt;br /&gt;I had always doubted its existence. Firstly, I had never had a chimney. And when I did (that was in Angleterre, and we rented the room) there was no tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you write poetry?&lt;br /&gt;Let me put that across to you very clearly: I &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; like poetry. And I doubt I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;o_O I sincerely hope not. My father does though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you sleep more on your back, front,or sides?&lt;br /&gt;I sleep everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?&lt;br /&gt;=/ Neither! I want something like a Golden Retriever, Labrador, Chihuahua, terrier, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you basically a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;Quote report book: "Chen Chi is a responsive and cheerful student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Just came back from CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. What a boring dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How many phones do you have in yourhouse?&lt;br /&gt;Er 2? The phone and my dad's handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do u smoke?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like/love anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What will you do if you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;Think a lot and make myself sadder, then forget about it promptly once I've thought enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What do you need most now?&lt;br /&gt;A nice movie. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What song you listenin to now?&lt;br /&gt;Ding's CD. Some song called My Rhythm. Not all that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you craving for now?&lt;br /&gt;Craving for FMA blogskin. Craving for the five tickets to Ding's concert to be gone quickly. Craving for Broadband to be quickly connected to my new computer. Craving for some inspiration to come quickly so that I can write the second half of my emcee speech! Craving to pass DELF A2 with flying colours! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever fainted?&lt;br /&gt;Nope! I am in the pink of health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;Bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's your daily shedule?&lt;br /&gt;Go to school. Attend CCA. Practise ruan. Play computer. Watch TV. Listen to music. Read. Slack. Eat. Go toilet. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you think is the biggest disaster?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm hoping that the AIDS pandemic in Afirca will not be as severe, and that there will be no bird flu epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Whos your crush now?&lt;br /&gt;Edward Elric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Last person to message you?&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas un portable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Tune in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Contacts or plain old specs?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;Just now. For CCA. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you wish on a star?&lt;br /&gt;You can't see that many stars at night because your view is blocked by HDB flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring boring boring. Haizz. I shall go study for DELF and write my emcee speech now. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113056701473740673?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113056701473740673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113056701473740673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113056701473740673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113056701473740673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-29-october-2005.html' title='Saturday, 29 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113050994122291643</id><published>2005-10-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:40:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 28 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I shan't blog about leaving 210. I'm sad. Everyone else probably is. So why bother? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Rachel has finally made my blogskin. =D It's an &lt;strong&gt;FMA BLOGSKIN&lt;/strong&gt; and it's nice. =) Haha now whoever comes to my blog will see Ed! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock goes the clock round the old block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look a purple sock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D *lames*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-""""""""""'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel is lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that she earns fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laming is her game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenchi's is the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME is rachel's real name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenchi was innocent before rachel came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, chenchi was just a simple dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so docile and tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that before rachel came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take this conversation and paste it on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chenchi was never the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot deny that my logic is irrefutable. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this evil lame creature was what she became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS tell people that I'm going to take the conversation and paste it on my blog. Not like I'd infringe copyrights or something. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Discovery Atlantis. It's due date is next Monday, which means I have to specially make a trip to school just to return it. =/ But it was nice anyway. They were discussing the possible locations for the lost city of Atlantis and comparing it with Plato's description of it. Archaelogy is so cool. =) It involves lots of aspects of different studies, like linguistics, botany, history, geology, winds, tides, cultures, and even the understanding of the genes of a people in a certain area (e.g. people in South America rarely grow beards, yet the ancient Omegs had statues of bearded people, and the depiction was accurate!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BIG BIG BIG SIGH THAT WILL SHAKE THE EARTH AND POSSIBLLY INITIATE ANOTHER TSUNAMI, OR MAYBE SHAKE UP ATLANTIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty inside. Maybe it's because 210 won't be the same 210 next year. Maybe it's because I feel utterly and totally &lt;strong&gt;unaccomplished&lt;/strong&gt;, like nothing special happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and I were reminiscing on the way home, thinking about the first day of school. I still remember clambering down from my father's car, feeling both excited and new as I stood in front of the notice board in front of the auditorium behind several other people, seeing that I was in 110 and wondering if I was in one of the lousiest classes. Then I followed the crowd and into the quandrangle, wondering where the heck my class was and standing with diffidence behind any person who seemed to be a Sec 1. Then I found Lifern and we both wandered around until we found 110.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During flagraising, all we did after the pledge and national anthem was to listen in part confusion, part anticipation as everyone else sang the school song. Then somehow we managed to make our way up to the 110 classroom, nervously waiting for someone to take notice of us. Then the PSGLs came, and I remember listening to Eileen Lim with interest because she told us that she had many Barbie dolls or something (yes Vanada and Rachel should know; I wanted to drag them to look at Barbie dolls in Seiyu). I remember having to play this game of memorising names, and mixing up Rachel and May Chew's names because their pronunciation (sucked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in a circle with our PSGL, each discussing what CCA we wanted to go, and seeing this long haired, red-faced girl firmly telling us that she wanted to go to wushu. Then during the CCA orientation or something like that, somehow I remember me and Renice standing in front of the heritage corner discussing CCAs and a guide approaching us promoting Guides (well she did join anyway). Oh yes, and the first angel letter! Haha that was interesting. My angel letter was folded up very prettily. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have utterly forgotten about the first sentence of the blog. I feel oddly nostalgic. But I'm only in Sec 2 and 14 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it be like, I wonder, when I step into a classroom full of people I don't know in 2006, to see perhaps only a few familiar faces and everyone not where they &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be like 2005?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113050994122291643?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113050994122291643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113050994122291643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113050994122291643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113050994122291643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-28-october-2005.html' title='Friday, 28 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113042165516462700</id><published>2005-10-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:00:55.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 27 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Lately my parents have been talking about whether they want to stay in Singapore, or migrate to Canada or Australia. And as usual they ask for my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't know. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm confused now. I've stayed here for ages and have loads of friends here, but, well, it isn't my homeland. Est-ce j'aime Singapour? Je ne sais pas. Maintenant, je suis très confondu. So since it isn't my homeland, there isn't much to lose if I go to Canada or Australia, except for the fact that I'd be losing out academically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Obviously I don't make any sense at all and I'm still in a muddle. Oh well. Getting back results tomorrow. I'm worried now too. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113042165516462700?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113042165516462700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113042165516462700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113042165516462700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113042165516462700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/thursday-27-october-2005_27.html' title='Thursday, 27 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113041189501356112</id><published>2005-10-27T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:18:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 27 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>There are many, many, many holidays practices and no one is happy with it. Especially Ester. All the fault lies in Ding. =)) And there still are her concert rehearsal practices in &lt;strong&gt;Tampines&lt;/strong&gt; that far off land. I have a bad feeling that this holiday might be another wasted one. =/ Please don't let it be. The June holidays were sucky enough. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, except that it was another one of those rare boring days. =/ -YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored I am considering watching the Froggy show. Croak croak. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I need a larger set of HCI uniform because apparently there are many midgets in glasses (other than Harry Potter) in this world. Anyone has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go eat dinner and try and beat away the persisting fact that we are getting our results tomorrow. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113041189501356112?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113041189501356112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113041189501356112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113041189501356112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113041189501356112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/thursday-27-october-2005.html' title='Thursday, 27 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113032375570198071</id><published>2005-10-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:49:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 26 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>It's very senseless and very dumb to get irritated and peeved just because of a movie and the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'accord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very very very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go blog on the tenners' blog now. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113032375570198071?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113032375570198071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113032375570198071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113032375570198071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113032375570198071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-26-october-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 26 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113024609466309690</id><published>2005-10-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:14:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 25 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Third entry today but never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TEN: &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE BRING &lt;u&gt;$1.50&lt;/u&gt; FOR PHOTOCOPYING CHARGES.&lt;/strong&gt; Merci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I am effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, there will no longer be any Chinese performances during Choral Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently all this happened because one class gave very negative feedback on Chinese drama programme, so the school administration has decided that they will no longer have Chinese performances next year. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were we the class who gave such negative feedback?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope not. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113024609466309690?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113024609466309690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113024609466309690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113024609466309690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113024609466309690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-25-october-2005_113024609466309690.html' title='Tuesday, 25 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113024398996927395</id><published>2005-10-25T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:39:50.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 25 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? I am &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;Er, according to &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2_February#Births"&gt;A LOT&lt;/a&gt; of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Where was your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;In the hospital, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. A snail's home. I was young and cruel then. My friend and I stuffed grass into its home and er, generally we weren't too nice. But now I am &lt;strong&gt;very nice&lt;/strong&gt; since I have grown older! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Prodded, kicked, whacked, jabbed etc. classmates. Oh yes and brother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, along with another large number of people. (When I joined choir in P3 for its novelty...trust me I did not enjoy it in the least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?&lt;br /&gt;What is the colour of their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What really turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? FMA? Results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you order at Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;OMG STARBUCKS! Come to think of it, I don't think I've never seen it around before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness during Maths exam. -Cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Je m'aime. How could I hurt myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Say something totally random about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Vandasaurus thinks I live in a pit, even though I know many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Er, yeah. From the side without spectacles. I strongly disagree though! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you still watch kiddie movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! I have a 5-year-old brother who watches Sesame Street, Power Rangers, Hey Arnold, High-5, Pokémon, Justice League etc. and being the TV nut I am I watch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Did you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't want to pluck out teeth. My mouth is too small you see, so many of my teeth are squashed and crooked. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;I WISH. BUT AT LEAST I AM TALLER THAN VANDA AND RACHEL &lt;s&gt;'cause she slouches&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is the sweetest thing someone of the opposite sex has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Buy me things? Haha material girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.When do you know it's love?&lt;br /&gt;How am &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to know? Ask Lifern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;English, Mandarin, French and my own language which is formed when I attempt to speak with a very full mouth, which is &lt;strong&gt;RARE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Have you ever been to a tanning salon?&lt;br /&gt;My aim in life is to be paler than Bai Hwee. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What magazines do you read?&lt;br /&gt;i-Weekly? Not extremely entertaining though. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly no, not even when I had acute appendicitis when I was 2 or 3. Instead, my mum ran about with me (my dad was NOT in the country...aww) to several hospitals in a taxi, and at that time we were REALLY POOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you actually read these when other people fill them out?&lt;br /&gt;Yes because I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was just reminded of my time-table for tomorrow, which consists of more waiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet with Ms Tan for emcee thingy. Will not take more than 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approximately 10-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander around like a waif because I have nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11am to 2pm (or 2.30pm)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choral Night rehearsal. Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.30pm to 4.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd lang. -Yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.30pm-5.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, pleasie, PLEASE  I WANT THE BILINGUAL AWARD! I asked Alex Teo and he told me that with my overall score I qualify for it (eeks, that means the overall scores are OUT) but I'm still rather unsure...BUT NEVER MIND, I WANT IT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113024398996927395?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113024398996927395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113024398996927395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113024398996927395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113024398996927395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-25-october-2005_25.html' title='Tuesday, 25 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113022534794876884</id><published>2005-10-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:29:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 25 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I am one very, very, very bored person, sitting on a spoilt chair in a messy classroom, feeling sick because I spent about 1 hour sleeping on 3 chairs while people watched the Frog and Prince whatever show, stinking because I was sweating in Botanical Gardens previously, dirty because I lay down on the grass at the Botanical Gardens and waiting for Choral Night Rehearsal to start at 4.15 pm (but he's always late, and there's only me and Maychew here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had someone to strangle. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was at home, installing Sims 2 or some other nice, wonderful game on the new computer and playing it until I went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. I'm stuck at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113022534794876884?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113022534794876884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113022534794876884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113022534794876884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113022534794876884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-25-october-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 25 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-113015047992709650</id><published>2005-10-24T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:27:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 24 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>-UPDATE- As requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started on a terrible foot. In fact, for an euphemism, if this day was meant to start off on an A, it actually started off on a Z - the least-hoped-beginning-for-the-start-of-the-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we had Captain's Ball and we all got very sunburnt, and even though I was Team Manager my skin cells still got fried because I stood in the blazing sun and took scores. We lost quite a bit but overall it was not bad considering our Cup division had NIL athletes. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am very happy to announce that we have a new computer! -Hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, my old computer of approximately 5 years is going to go. -Cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Someone's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: MY FMA BLOGSKIN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-113015047992709650?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/113015047992709650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=113015047992709650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113015047992709650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/113015047992709650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-24-october-2005.html' title='Monday, 24 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112998397910621072</id><published>2005-10-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:59:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 22 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I seem to be updating so much. But it's because I'm BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, anyway there was xiaozu today. Only Kincheg, Natalie, Lydia, Wenxin, Ester and me were there. Something very interesting happened. Natalie was going on about there was something between Weijian (this guy whom I don't know from Ding's ruan ensemble) and Kincheg. Obviously Ding knows about him and started telling Kincheg, "Weijian's not bad. He's the president (or ruan SL in our terms?) and his skills are quite good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Kincheg denied it. She accused Natalie of having an infatuation with him, and Ding was very interested. Thus she asked Kincheg, "Is there something between you and Jielun?" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Kincheg denied it, but sadly her reaction time was slow and she was choking with laughter so I had the upper hand (being uninvolved in the Weijian affair) and immediately told Ding that she probably did like him. After all, who's the one chatting animatedly to me about him all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and watched Moulin Rouge. It was &lt;strong&gt;another sad sad sad story.&lt;/strong&gt; But not as sad. =) It was spectacular, colourful, and above all there was dance and exuberant music. =) Amazingly I didn't fall asleep when watching the special features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically all of my boring day. Ha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112998397910621072?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112998397910621072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112998397910621072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112998397910621072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112998397910621072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-22-october-2005.html' title='Saturday, 22 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112990215444683282</id><published>2005-10-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:42:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 21 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Life is Beautiful. It was supposed to be a comedy, but it reduced me to tears and snot. If anyone wants a really sad show, watch this comedy. Hell, I can't believe it won like, 3 Oscars? I shall post the summary here, taken from &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, with some of my additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first half of the movie is a whimsical, romantic comedy and often slapstick.Guido, a young Italian Jew, arrives in a big city where he sets up a bookstore. He also romances Dora by popping up at the most unexpected places, and  he steals her- at her engagement - from her rude and loud fiancé. Several years pass, in which Guido and Dora have a son, Giosué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the second half of the movie, Guido, his uncle, and Giosué are taken to a concentration camp. Dora, out of love for her family, follows voluntarily although she is Italian and need not go to the concentration camp. At the camp, Guido and Guisué are separated from Dora and his uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In an attempt at keeping up Giosué's spirits, Guido convinces him that the camp is just a game - a game in which the first person to get a thousand points wins a tank. He convinces Giosué that the camp guards are mean because they want the tank for themselves, that all the other children are hiding in order to win the game when the children and all the old people (including Guido's uncle) have been sent to the gas chamber (Giosué is saved as he hides due to his refusal to take a bath - a lie the prison guards tell to trick people into the gas chambers), and puts off every attempt of Giosué's ending the game and returning home by convincing him that they are in the lead for the tank. Somehow, despite being surrounded by rampant death and disease, Giosué doesn't question this fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guido maintains this story right until the end, when - in the chaos caused by the American advance drawing near - he tells his son to stay in a pillbox until everybody has left, this being the final test before the tank is his. Guido is killed in the night as he is discovered searching for Dora in the female section of the camp. Giosué survives, thinks he's won the game when an American tank arrives to liberate the camp, and is reunited with his mother by the American tank commander. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I didn't even realise he was killed - I simply thought he cleverly managed to escape again and left by wearing the guard's uniform and that the sounds of the machine gun was Guido killing the guard. o_O I only realised it at the last part, when an older Guisué's narration went: "This was the sacrifice my father made for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a tragic comedy, I cried twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAH!!!!!! I HATE THAT FILM NOW, even though it's nice. BUT I STILL HATE IT. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112990215444683282?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112990215444683282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112990215444683282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112990215444683282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112990215444683282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-21-october-2005_21.html' title='Friday, 21 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112988374984736874</id><published>2005-10-21T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:35:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 21 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>This day has been immensely boring, and once again I was reminded of my sucky results. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I can get the bilingual award. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go watch Life is Beautiful and Moulin Rouge (borrowed it from Eileen; thank you!) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me: today while playing Speed we were told by a councillor to keep the poker cards and because Vandasaurus was there and the councillor recognised her, she was mumbling something about Vanday being a council elect. That's a bit mean, since we weren't even playing &lt;em&gt;tai tee&lt;/em&gt; (?), and yesterday when Mr Derek Tan came around he said we weren't allowed to play &lt;em&gt;tai tee&lt;/em&gt; but we could play other games. How unfair. We were just shuffling our cards for another round of Speed. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112988374984736874?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112988374984736874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112988374984736874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112988374984736874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112988374984736874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-21-october-2005.html' title='Friday, 21 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112981446000636098</id><published>2005-10-20T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:23:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 20 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>During the exams I was so looking forward to the end of exams, but somehow I think that the days after the end of years are somehow worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being on this planet for 14+ years, I've finally realised what kind of person I am. I'm always escaping from my problems. Like I always make plans, but they &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; come true, I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; procrastinate, and then when I can't follow the plans I simply think, well, there's still a second time; it's not that important now since it's kind of a trivial matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always run away from my problems. I try to face them, but I just can't bring myself to try and solve them in one instant, once and for all. So what do I do? I &lt;strong&gt;drag &lt;/strong&gt;them. I keep thinking that they'll solve themselves, or perhaps by some lucky chance, or with a flash of inspiration, they might be solved. The small ones do. The big ones don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are over and I've got nothing to excuse myself from facing my problems, and nothing to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big, big problem I'm facing now is lack of achievements. I might be lambasted for this, but seriously, I want to achieve something that can help big time and have a sounding and lasting impact on the rest of my years as a student. I don't want to be just making accomplishments that last for that tiny stretch of time, like Odyssey of the Mind Nationals, successfully auditioning for emcee, but when they end, they just seem awfully insignificant, terribly unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years down the road, who will care about what you did in primary school, or who you were in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remember during the dialogue with Alex Teo we were talking about academic, leadership, social etc. Everything was going fine. Except that I will probably end up with NIL leadership points, and then I'll be watching people take charge of everything, while I just go along whether I like it or not, and then I probably can't get any scholarship that is available for PRs. That seems like a very superficial reason,and if you think I'm so fake and that scholarships, leadership points and not wanting to be bossed around is a shit reason, and if you think I'm a hypocrite for wanting to do things for different reasons, then you are an Utopian, and please kindly wake up and grow up: no one can be so innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that day onwards, I kept thinking about it. And worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be left behind while everyone else becomes high-flyers and influential people; maybe the so-called &lt;em&gt;kiasuness&lt;/em&gt; of Singaporeans has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I'm stumped. I have no idea how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a very private side of me and if you don't like me now, BYE BYE, too bad and good riddance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112981446000636098?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112981446000636098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112981446000636098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112981446000636098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112981446000636098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/thursday-20-october-2005.html' title='Thursday, 20 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112972777031553391</id><published>2005-10-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:16:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 19 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Another day of sucky results. Sigh, I shouldn't be complaining, but a load of people in 210 got A1 for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I got horrible results for French, because I &lt;strong&gt;flunked my composition&lt;/strong&gt; which is so damn unforgivable because it is my forte. I have a distinct feeling that writing 140 words when the word limit is 120 might have caused this. HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE DELF A&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Sheena did A1 and she said it was tough; A2 is tougher. OMG. I must work hard to get a distinction for DELF A2 or else the 65 dollars would be wasted! -cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear I wanted to blog something but I forgot what I wanted to blog about. I'm becoming more forgetful than lamahlang! Terrible, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes now I remember! Science paper. I flunked biology (but I'm trying to scrape a few marks) which is &lt;strong&gt;very surprising&lt;/strong&gt; because I actually like biology and did not bad for it in Sec 1. Turns out I made a huge bundle of dumb mistakes, one of which includes leaving a question, which I knew the answer to, undone because I spotted some very interesting question and did that instead. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising part was physics! For some reason some people thought it wasn't well set or something. =/ I thought it was okay (to add a Singaporean touch) leh. Maybe it's because this year's physics was taught by a good teacher (Mdm Tan) and it was just a load of formula memorising and not as dense as last year's, that's why I found it quite okay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm actually quite relieved I chose triple science. Looking at my end of year marks, (with history being an utter failure) I'm convinced that even though I did quite well for history in CA2 it doesn't necessarily mean that I'd be good at history in Sec 3. If I had chosen two sciences, I'd have chosen biology and that might have been a disaster because I suddenly find biology a tad complex this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring entry. I shall go bug people online. (Hah if I were a bug I'd be a prettier and nicer bug than Renice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[5 MINUTES LATER]&lt;/strong&gt; OMG I just drank a cup of water and when I had just finished glugging down the whole cup of water I found a half dead ANT struggling to climb up the mighty plastic walls of my Madagscar cup (yes my cup has Madagscar the movie; it was a freebie and even my brother has a more mature cup than me). But THERE WAS A HALF-DEAD ANT INSIDE AND I NEARLY DRANK IT UP! Ewwwwwww ant juice in my water!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112972777031553391?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112972777031553391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112972777031553391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112972777031553391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112972777031553391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-19-october-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 19 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112963995509422417</id><published>2005-10-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:52:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 18 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Elaine would like to confess that she wears her birthday suit around the house. Tsk tsk. How old is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad are u supposed to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im trilingual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's the chi emcee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like im not wearing anything now my dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you arent wearing anything!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe who's the chi emcee alrdy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine isnt wearing any clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;not like u can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine] As you wish says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall copy and paste this conversation on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;full metal; c'est moi says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, I have! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112963995509422417?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112963995509422417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112963995509422417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112963995509422417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112963995509422417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-18-october-2005_18.html' title='Tuesday, 18 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112962208375422971</id><published>2005-10-18T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:54:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 18 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>Last year Geography was in the dumps. (This year it was slightly okay. Just that if I was more careful and didn't mix up Sweden and Denmark I'd have scored higher. I shall boycott Denmark cookies. Boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I barely passed. I got the same marks for history as for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did &lt;strong&gt;so, so, SO&lt;/strong&gt; badly, that the teachers had to add 5 marks to our results, or a good percentage of the cohort would flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setter is really ambitious, and threw us this tough history paper and barely enough time to think, and so our studying went to waste because we didn't even have time to use whatever we knew to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to be upset about my maths results. You wouldn't think I'd be all right if I'd scored so low for maths it pulls down all my other marks and wastes my effort in studying, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was in a calculating frenzy this morning. Jabbed the calculator furiously just to make sure, once and once again, my marks weren't as low, my MSG wasn't as high as I thought it would be. I've a rough overview of what my overall MSG will be like. With maths, it is looking bleak and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS! MATHS! MATHS! MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to burst an artery if I keep thinking about my dumb and careless and foolish mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to tao2 bi4 and watch movies from the library. Anyway there's nothing I can do to change my marks. Might as well forget about it entirely and start a fresh page next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, which, according to our future HOL, is tough. o_O Dwarves like Mulch Diggums should trust their hair. Students like me should trust their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifern, don't be upset about your results! There're bound to be people (like me) who do worse than you, so you'll get into IP, guaranteed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112962208375422971?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112962208375422971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112962208375422971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112962208375422971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112962208375422971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-18-october-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 18 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112954348718169665</id><published>2005-10-17T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:04:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 17 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I totally, utterly, brilliantly screwed Maths. I almost flunked the thing. I can't even get 60 for the overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it. I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was okay.  I can get A1 for overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was okay. I can get A1 for overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I ALWAYS TRIP OVER MATHS BECAUSE I'M SUCH A CARELESS, STUPID, DUMB, IDIOTIC &lt;strong&gt;FOOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to go about telling my parents when Maths is one of their best subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something went wrong in my genes. Or maybe they picked me up from the rubbish heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether I can get into IP with this kind of lousy Maths results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a second chance to make it all right again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112954348718169665?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112954348718169665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112954348718169665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112954348718169665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112954348718169665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/monday-17-october-2005.html' title='Monday, 17 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112938759127390737</id><published>2005-10-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:46:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 15 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO! I am Inigo Montoyo. You killed my father. Prepare to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Inigo Montoyo the Spaniard in &lt;/em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;em&gt; to Count Rugen of Florin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Tenners' barbecue at Eileen's house today! It was great fun, thanks to Eileen and her family. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I met up and took 173. We were the fourth and fifth to arrive, and Eileen and those who had arrived (Bai Hui and the two Simins) made us stand at the doorstep to be known that we were the fourth and fifth to arrive as though we were in the Amazing Race. NYTC etc. were late and they got eliminated. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We viewed Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants and The Princess Bride. All the guys in Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants were sooooooo OLD and NOT good-looking at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Eileen is obsessed with the guys in the movie. And VANDA. The girl who cannot stand kissing scenes. XD I wish anyone who's watching HP Order of the Phoenix with her GOOD LUCK. She'd probably lean against you (not comfortable, mind you), and bury her face into the popcorn when Harry smooches Cho Chang. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride was so highly enjoyable that I utterly forgot about the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. That's all I have to say about it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went outside and had barbecue! Basically I just stuffed my face (however unlike this dinosaur I was tidy and did not drop food crumbs on the floor in the living room and on the table) and sweated in front of the BBQ pit. =) Loved the roasted marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Vanda, Rachel and I got lost. We walked down the opposite direction then came to the wrong end, then went the correct way (while passing by Eileen's house and yelling hi to her) then went through many Jalan's and Lorongs (excuse the exaggeration) then went to the wrong way then dead end and crossed through Signature Park, walked around and FINALLY got to the bus stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we ALWAYS get lost? Or more precisely, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I always liable to get knocked down by a moving vehicle? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end of the day. End of the post too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112938759127390737?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112938759127390737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112938759127390737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112938759127390737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112938759127390737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-15-october-2005.html' title='Saturday, 15 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112921367145841477</id><published>2005-10-14T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:35:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 14 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>During Choral Night rehearsal today, I was cruelly slapped (by Maychew) and had my clothes cruelly crumpled up (by Maychew) which caused, er, never mind I shan't elaborate. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later Vanday and I went to Bugis, met up with Rachel who is SLOW,  had MacDonald's, went to Sunshine Plaza and stalked the shopkeeper. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Lifern's blog because I'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What song are you listening now?&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal by Evanescence. It makes me depressed. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Would you like to dye ur hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when they invent some kind of dye that doesn't make your hair horrible and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like sports?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Maybe not. I dislike running. I like swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate or vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate. =) Which attributes to my bear size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Punk or goth?&lt;br /&gt;No idea what they are. According to Vanda, I live in &lt;strong&gt;a pit, a HOLE.&lt;/strong&gt; And a bottomless one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like babies?&lt;br /&gt;Used to like them until my brother came. XD Nah, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are your feelings right now?&lt;br /&gt;Terribly, utterly bored, hence I'm doing this to relieve boredom but I type and think too fast, so this will be finished pretty soon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Whom are you with right now?&lt;br /&gt;With my mum and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you asked someoneto do?&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mum to chuck my brother into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What did you do for the last few hours?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I went to Sunshine Plaza and discovered, to my utmost horror, that the FMA file costs $8.40. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last testimonial from?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have friendster. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last testimonial you sent?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE FRIENDSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang uniform. I'm taking a shower later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's on your wall?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, er, san1 zi4 jing1 from P6 (it was an post-PSLE activity for Chinese lesson), and er, Periodic Table. Most of my walls are blocked by bookshelves. I'm looking for a HUGE FMA poster to put on this big blank space on my wall. Yes and I'd like an FMA bedspread too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Eileen's house, like many other members of 2/10 '05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Beer or tap water?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I don't drink water from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favourite Color?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow? Blue? Can't decide. What's Ed's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like cookies?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Nabisco cookies like Oreo, and very importantly, chocolate cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many dark secrets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Dark secrets? Mine or others? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's in your trash can?&lt;br /&gt;I call it a rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;I miss Edward Elric! Yanting &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; hasn't returned him to me yet and Sheena is berating me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Spring or summer?&lt;br /&gt;SPRING. I've had like, 8 years full of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Turn to your left. What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Desk, lamp, bed, wall etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like cars?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. =) Hydroelectric ones and solar-powered ones. Those spoilt ones that go rumbling on the road with thick black fumes trailing behind are horrid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you eaten your dinner?&lt;br /&gt;I will be eating it sometime soon I hope. I'm hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If I asked you to go to the kitchen right now,what would you get?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I'd first stop at the refrigerator, find nothing to eat (it's the joy of expecting to find something to eat that makes me open the fridge in the first place), then go to the cupboard and pull out something from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ridden a horse?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Sentosa. It was the, er, 10 minutes one. They teach you the teeniest bit about riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. If there was such a thing Channel 8 serials would have nothing to talk about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's on your table?&lt;br /&gt;Small dustbin, wallet, thumbdrive, maths workbook... er, many things in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Anything FMA-related. Oh yeah, and  &lt;a href="http://www.lms.nygh.moe.edu.sg"&gt;http://www.lms.nygh.moe.edu.sg&lt;/a&gt; too. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Whom are you online with?&lt;br /&gt;Certain people. Not talking to anyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where's your mum?&lt;br /&gt;À la maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which cartoon character(s) do you like to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Is Ed considered a cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favourite channel(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Nil. I don't have cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Which phone do you like to own?&lt;br /&gt;Phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Tiger time. -_- Nah it's 4.19pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the day &amp; date?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the top of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Last movie you've seen?&lt;br /&gt;Howl's Moving Castle, at Rachel's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. The main female character Sophie is really dumb though. She said so herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you sitting anywhere near a window?&lt;br /&gt;It's right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Be honest, do your socks stink?&lt;br /&gt;I don't smell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Any favourite brands?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Name 3 things you last bought.&lt;br /&gt;KFC, er and er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you wearing any accessories?&lt;br /&gt;Hairband and spectacles. I cannot stand not tying up my hair in this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you wear make-up?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not. I'm 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you hear anything weird?&lt;br /&gt;I thought the MSN sound for people signing in was jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you like your school?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Except the waking up part, and when the side gate is closed and we have to walk this great distance in the sun to get the the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Anything left to say?&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of doing this thing anyway. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112921367145841477?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112921367145841477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112921367145841477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112921367145841477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112921367145841477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-14-october-2005.html' title='Friday, 14 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112911830324123260</id><published>2005-10-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:58:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 12 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread Monday, when we receive our results. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone suggest something for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is a crap post. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112911830324123260?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112911830324123260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112911830324123260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112911830324123260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112911830324123260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-12-october-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 12 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112901353640026278</id><published>2005-10-11T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:58:33.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 11 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye loveable exams! I won't miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made such a dumb mistake during the science exam. It was a calculation mistake and cost me about &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; marks which could determine whether I get an A or not. And I changed my correct answer to a wrong one last minute. I was feeling the sadness even when I was having fun. Five marks and I'm already so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shan't think about it. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I was the only one who went home and cried for around an hour after a day of playing. Not because I was upset to that extent about the four marks (althought I was pretty sad), but because I was already in a bad mood and my parents just had to make it worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't go into the "deep thinking" mood like someone (HINT HINT) and get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My grandaunts were using the computer and because you can't go online with the laptop while the main computer was on, I thought if I disconnected a cable, the laptop might be able to access the internet. Turns out it couldn't and my father saw it and having the bad-temper he forever has, he told me in this scolding voice that he'd already &lt;strong&gt;told&lt;/strong&gt; me that it wouldn't work. Then I got into a bad mood because if I told him that I had tried disconnecting a few cables, he'd call me stupid and whatever shit. Seeing me in a bad mood he immediately thought I was upset about Science and went like, you can only have yourself to blame if you didn't study hard. And my mum said the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DAMNIT I KNEW HOW TO DO IT AND I STUDIED OKAY? Fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm after the exams just about the whole school set off to different shopping malls to HAVE FUN! After missing several buses, Rachel, Bai Hui and me went to Alliance Française de Singapour (we missed a stop and walked a great distance in the blazing sun) so that I could register for DELF A2. Spent an extra 70¢ for an A4 size envelope. -_-" Oh yes and we took loads of ZoCards! Hahha. =) We always do that. The first time we did it was at an Asian Civilisations Musuem and we lost Bai Hui. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took 170 to Parco Bugis. We went to Pastamania then kept making visits to the counter because we couldn't decide in one trip what to buy, so we had many many many receipts. I spent the most but Bai Hui was the most extravagant. $4 for this teeny strawberry thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Vanda arrived and we walked (we are such money saving people) to Sunshine Plaza, where there're quite a few anime shops. I saw this FMA T-SHIRT! And an FMA file (Elaine and Yiling would go mad; I'd show it to them everyday) and loads of FMA figurines (boo Winry) but the group selling those items was &lt;strong&gt;CLOSED ON MONDAYS!&lt;/strong&gt; Heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall play myself away this week and when school reopens on Monday I'll be upset all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why so many people keep mentioning this character but who's Weisheng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my last year as a tenner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112901353640026278?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112901353640026278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112901353640026278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112901353640026278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112901353640026278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday-11-october-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 11 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112874881153423967</id><published>2005-10-08T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:20:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 8 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE EXAMS. SHOO! GO AWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112874881153423967?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112874881153423967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112874881153423967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112874881153423967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112874881153423967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-8-october-2005_08.html' title='Saturday, 8 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112874040522398512</id><published>2005-10-08T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:00:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 8 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>My current mood is abject, acrid, acrimonious and acerbic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just taking some random words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To anyone who's reading this entry, did you hightlight hoping to see angsty messages in the white space? &lt;/span&gt;Sorry there aren't any angsty messages. Hahha I'm just being a bored nitwit. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People can be kind of nosy at times, including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway I've been thinking. If say, 20 years from now we have a class gathering after not being in touch so long, wonder what everyone will be like. There're bound to be people who hold high jobs, people who save lives, but in any case there're bound to be people who place higher in society that others. Those who may score high back in primary school, back in secondary school, in JC, in university, may, for all one knows, would possibly get a boring office job while someone who scored an average and lagged behind everyone else in the past could be someone great, like a doctor? A lawyer? Maybe the high-scorer of the old days would be living in a small HDB with squealing kids, and the average Joe Normal would be living happily with her family in a condominium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All these differences could be caused in just one decision, one rift, one gap that would widen.You can be down in the doldrums, you can be offered an opportunity, you can work hard for exams, in any case whether you manage your upsets properly with a good attitude, or choose to take that opportunity, will affect you for a long way to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might decide that you're feeling slack one year and decide not to work hard, and the next year there's a chance you'll&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;feel the same way next year&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and fall behind a bit more, and you'll feel the same way and slack every other year, until you can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; catch up. Then you'll feel regretful. Or perhaps you're offered an opportunity to do something you really like, but maybe because you don't want to appear too enthusiastic and fake to your peers or you're afraid that you can't make the mark or afraid of disappointment, you turn it down and lose the opportunity of a lifetime to success, whatever it is in your own terms (forget all those Chinese essays we're read. Every one gives a different definition). Then you'll feel regretful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've seen people who were once high scorers, yet now, they fall behind those who were once average scorers in class. Those at the top will never remain at the top forever, unless they continue persevering. Those at the bottom will never remain at the bottom forever, unless they condemn themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I'm determined to be an opportunist and work hard (cliché and more cliché), and people can say I'm &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; and a goody two shoes for all they like, but I don't want to fall behind and never catch up. I'm going to forget whatever "past glories" and think about &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. I could have scored well for primary school, but it's not going to continue forever, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of white spaces. I'm going to mug for science now or else how can I enter the science stream? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somewhere out there, there still is a glimmer of hope, so those who are below, don't be upset, and those who are at the top, don't be complacent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112874040522398512?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112874040522398512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112874040522398512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112874040522398512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112874040522398512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-8-october-2005.html' title='Saturday, 8 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112868290329114190</id><published>2005-10-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:01:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 7 October, 2005</title><content type='html'>I screwed up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts was okay except for the prose analysis where I didn't mention that the boy's mother's death affected the father and son's relationship and a lot of other people did. And I said he had nice clothes when he wore er, faded clothes. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chinese was quite a killer, I think everyone agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Geography which surprisingly turned out to be quite easy (although I made dumb mistakes like interpreting a population pyramid wrongly which is stupid, &lt;strong&gt;stupid, STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good marks for history is officially HISTORY. I spent too much time on the source-based questions in front and ended up spending 30 minutes on 6 structured essays (officially only 2 but teachers always cleverly and effectively expand the questions with a's and b's) and of course they didn't turn out to be essays but short, stunted paragraphs and due to genuine lack of time I had like, only 4 lines for a ten mark question.^%*##)*$#^%$"&gt;^%*##)*$#^%$'&gt;.^%*##@)*$#^%$"&gt;^%*##@)*$#^%$*&amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wonderful! Today we had Maths which is my suckiest subject. I didn't know how to do erm, 4 questions and I figured out the answer to the last one which I left one step undone with because time was up (I was &lt;strong&gt;cruelly&lt;/strong&gt; framed for writing after the exam ended because I was writing my name -_-) And after the exam I realised all those questions I didn't know how to do, I should have known how to do but because a) I got very confused and did the exact opposite step and b) I failed to see some certain points and c) no time. What's better is that I'm bound to make a load of careless mistakes. I already have one. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said I was smart? I'm quite stupid has anyone realised yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112868290329114190?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112868290329114190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112868290329114190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112868290329114190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112868290329114190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-7-october-2005.html' title='Friday, 7 October, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112807649678909686</id><published>2005-09-30T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:34:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 30 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>I NEED A PLACE TO COMPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT BELOW AVERAGE FOR CHINESE &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;74. And to think I'm a Chinese and got 81 for CA1...I really have to try super hard)&lt;/span&gt;, SCIENCE &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I scraped an A1 in Physics! But of course, most of the class scored higher)&lt;/span&gt; AND MATHS &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(duh. I don't even need to look at the total marks)&lt;/span&gt; AND POSSIBLY GEOGRAPHY TOO =( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;('cause I forgot what I scored...73 I think, which still sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I BASICALLY DE-PROVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL BE VERY SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL BE VERY HARDWORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why around a third of 210 turned up at the library after TKC's lesson to photocopy past year exam papers, using up A LOT and A LOT of paper and ink (I feel guilty.) and SEVEN photocopying cards. And oh yeah, our class has the most debts in the entire school with $134.60. No doubt thanks to Alex Teo who killed so many precious trees by photocopying all that stuff on compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST WORK HARD TO PULL UP MY RESULTS. THUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Science Exam whereby I will rush down to the library to borrow movies. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112807649678909686?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112807649678909686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112807649678909686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112807649678909686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112807649678909686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-30-september-2005.html' title='Friday, 30 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112799570631260484</id><published>2005-09-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:08:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 29 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Did I mention my blog is supposed to be on hiatus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but never mind I need an outlet for expressing my, er, rather strong feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHIT DAMN FCUK DL TMD BLOODY HELL WTF WTH (^&amp;^$$#(*&amp;amp;*$$#%$#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. If you saw what that was please be assured that it still is me (the very nice and polite me) but when I'm angry I cuss &lt;s&gt;a teeny weeny bit&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;a small amount&lt;/s&gt; a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DARNED FRENCH EXAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUPID LISTENING WAS INCOMPREHENSIBLE! AND I FORGOT TO TURN TO PAGE THREE SO A LOT OF MARKS ARE GONE! AND WHILE EVERYONE WAS TURNING TO PAGE THREE I WAS THINKING THAT ALL THE RELEVANT INFORMATION WAS READ OUT ALREADY AND EVERYONE WAS CONTINUING WITH THEIR EXAM PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, THAT WAS NOT THE CASE AT ALL. THEY WERE, IN FACT, FILLING IN MORE OF THEIR ANSWERS WHILE I SCRATCHED MY HEAD AND WONDERED WHAT THE HECK WERE THE ANSWERS TO THE OTHER FEW QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING! EVERYTHING MIGHT HAVE BEEN IN LATIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I PASSED THE WORD LIMIT FOR THE COMPOSITION BY AT THE VERY LEAST, 20 WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, AND THAT MEANS I MISSED THE CHANCE OF GETTING APPROXIMATELY 2.5 MARKS. ADD IN THE APPROXIMATELY 9.5 MARKS LOST TO LISTENING, AND I DIE. DIE. DIE. THEN YOU THROW IN THE MARKS FOR OTHER MISTAKES, AND YOU GET SOMETHING UTTERLY HORRIBLE AND DISAPPOINTING AND ROTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I studied so hard for it. If I put in lesser effort for other subjects, does it mean I'm going to do even worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fringe sucks big time. I look like a retard. All my mum's fault. =( Boo. Maybe I'll become a retard with that fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MOSQUITOES. CAN'T SOMEONE SPRAY THE ER, GAS ON THE MOELC FIRST FLOOR?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112799570631260484?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112799570631260484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112799570631260484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112799570631260484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112799570631260484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/thursday-29-september-2005.html' title='Thursday, 29 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112778059157702810</id><published>2005-09-27T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:23:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 27 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>SHOOT I DELETED MY POOR PREVIOUS POST. Scandal list is gone. That's kind of sad. But never mind. HAI. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112778059157702810?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112778059157702810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112778059157702810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112778059157702810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112778059157702810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesday-27-september-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 27 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112729785207935624</id><published>2005-09-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:17:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 25 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>I should not be blogging now but I don't wanna do homework. =( Especially H___'s. She's getting awfully boring. I ended up falling asleep once or twice in her class. And tomorrow we get a full dosage of 1.5 hours of pure Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 210 is getting very scandalous huh. There's nothing with wearing an ex-classmate's uniform! (Which is kind of small but, oh wells.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112729785207935624?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112729785207935624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112729785207935624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112729785207935624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112729785207935624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/wednesday-25-september-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 25 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112662058027739735</id><published>2005-09-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:09:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 13 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Ah okay this is my third post but they're all late thank you posts I can't be bothered to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;AHLANG &lt;/strong&gt;(it's a common misconception that her name is Limyiling. It's Lamahlang, really.) for opening M4-01. As you can see from the tagboard, she wants a thank you. Voilà!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;SZU AN&lt;/strong&gt; for carrying the horrible daruan over as well. =)) Hahah. Yay so today I needn't have moved the daruan from HCI to NY. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate I shall have to write thank you notes for everyone. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112662058027739735?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112662058027739735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112662058027739735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112662058027739735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112662058027739735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesday-13-september-2005_112662058027739735.html' title='Tuesday, 13 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112661616264315429</id><published>2005-09-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:56:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 13 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Oh and &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU LIFERN&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me carry daruan for a bit on Friday. =D Yay you're nice too. Or maybe you'd prefer me to say that &lt;strong&gt;Lampard, Luna, Stevie, Liverpool, Gerard &lt;/strong&gt;are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112661616264315429?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112661616264315429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112661616264315429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112661616264315429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112661616264315429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesday-13-september-2005_13.html' title='Tuesday, 13 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112660321943908534</id><published>2005-09-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:20:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 13 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>I doubt she'll read this but &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SHARON&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me move the daruan back to NY on Monday! And thank you to whoever helped. =) Haha you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has no idea how difficult a daruan is to move, here is a description: It's HUGE. So it's tough to hold it without dropping it piack on the floor. The casing makes it worse-the handle is of very little use and your palms get sweaty. =(  Plus it's HEAVY, and all in all you really wouldn't like to move it over an overhead bridge and up a hill. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough obsessing over this monstrous instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quote Vanday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112660321943908534?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112660321943908534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112660321943908534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112660321943908534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112660321943908534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesday-13-september-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 13 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112643849754552583</id><published>2005-09-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:34:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 11 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Today is 911. That's so obvious right. And tomorrow school starts again and I'm getting hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO THE HORRIBLE DARUAN IS LEFT IN HCI'S MPH AND SHIAOHONG ETC. ARE MOVING THEIR HEAVY INSTRUMENTS BACK ON MONDAY BUT I'VE GOT THIRD LANGUAGE DAMNIT I CAN'T POSSIBLY MOVE A DARUAN BACK THAT QUICKLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T WANNA MOVE IT BACK ON TUESDAY BECAUSE I HAVE TO DO THIS VERY OVERDUE MUSIC COMPOSITION PROJECT WITH ELAINE AND I DON'T WANNA MOVE A DARUAN AND IT'S HEAVY AND BULKY AND IT TAKES APPROXIMATELY 1/2 HOUR TO MOVE IT FROM MPH BACK TO M4-01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S STILL THE USUAL LAST MINUTE WORK POPPING UP BEFORE SCHOOL REOPENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I've gone mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112643849754552583?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112643849754552583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112643849754552583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112643849754552583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112643849754552583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunday-11-september-2005.html' title='Sunday, 11 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112632757272731907</id><published>2005-09-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:55:49.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 10 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Yay MAF was fun. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the day from my point of view from the top, with a timeline, hopefully accurate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0635&lt;/strong&gt;- Wakes up and rolls around in bed until 6.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0730 or so&lt;/strong&gt;- Arrives in M4-01. Moves two daruans out with Natalie (we should have brought just ONE along) and whines and complains all the way to HCI. Kincheng and Hui Yi refuse to help. =( Okay they helped a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0745&lt;/strong&gt;- Climbing up the horrible slope of HCI. Distracted by saga seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0755&lt;/strong&gt;- Falls over the terrace steps and gets a bruise. It's all the daruan's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0830 to 0940- &lt;/strong&gt;We (as in me and Sherwyn) wait and &lt;s&gt;slack and stone&lt;/s&gt; talk to group members &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lai Weng, Amanda, Chin Sian, Elysia, Wenxin [Catherine, actually], Soong Hei, Lim Yi, Si Kai, Wenjia, Harry)&lt;/span&gt; and blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0940 to 1000&lt;/strong&gt;-We continuously break the ice. Or smash it, rather. (How lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000-1105&lt;/strong&gt;- Game 1. Saw Pao Pao in his NCC uniform who was squinting at me, probably wondering what the world I was doing in &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1115-1200&lt;/strong&gt;- Game 2. We get tied together like &lt;s&gt;prison convicts and are made to march under the sweltering sun.&lt;/s&gt; We also have charades. Not under the sun, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1215-1255&lt;/strong&gt;- Lunch. Er. Went to visit Group B and accidentally revealed the name of one of Kincheng's *3 potential boyfriends* to one of themm obviously because I forgot his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1255-1345&lt;/strong&gt;-Xiaozu. Discovered I was the only daruan in Group A. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1400-1450&lt;/strong&gt;-Game 3. Hm. It was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1500-1545-&lt;/strong&gt;Dazu! Okay it was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1545-1625-&lt;/strong&gt;Competition. In the end I didn't have to play daruan alone because for some dunnowhat reason Jielun ended up playing for both Groups A and B. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1640-1810&lt;/strong&gt;-WATER BOMBS! Yay. Hit other people and got hit myself. =( Once it was because some of the water of the water bomb which I was aiming at Ester landed on some guy and this vengeance seeking person threw his water bomb at me. Then I got hit on the head. Then I got hit by a water cooler bomb. =/ And I didn't even know who hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1810 to dunno when&lt;/strong&gt;- Dinner. The fried fish is extremely obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dunno when to 0805&lt;/strong&gt;- Prizes and pressies. We got a lantern, a stick, 2 candles and a mooncake. =D I couldn't find Natalie. Think she brought the daruan back home. o_O I dumped mine in MPH because the shengs are also there. But they're moving it back on Monday, and I've got third language and blah blah blah...(runs off to complain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That's mostly it. Boo I feel incredibly lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is regarding a certain random character, this is what she feels about &lt;s&gt;Jielun&lt;/s&gt;. OOPS. I said nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kincheng maf `05 ! says:&lt;br /&gt;id rather be interested in jielun than weijian&lt;br /&gt;(some time later)&lt;br /&gt;'kincheng maf `05 ! says:&lt;br /&gt;he was interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a busybody and neither am I insane, by the way. It's just that, er, certain names are nice to blacken. Oops. I think I see figures waving knives running after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lame. (Walks away crippled) -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112632757272731907?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112632757272731907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112632757272731907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112632757272731907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112632757272731907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-10-september-2005.html' title='Saturday, 10 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112600973862592362</id><published>2005-09-06T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:28:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 6 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Look, deductive logic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAF is around 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I get quite tired after 5 hours of MAF pre-event.&lt;br /&gt;I will fall flat on my face after the actual MAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my water bottle despite *advice and ended up spending $2.10 worth of coins on canned drinks. -_-" And while I sweated out in the sun with a lot of other people and felt incredibly short for erm, various reasons, Yiling and &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; Justin (I didn't say anything! It was a TYPO ERROR.) and someone else (sorry I forgot her name!) ran around and took photographs. Oh well. &lt;em&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo I need to mug for maths. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112600973862592362?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112600973862592362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112600973862592362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112600973862592362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112600973862592362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/tuesday-6-september-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 6 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112588643487776918</id><published>2005-09-05T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:13:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 5 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>It's the holidays! And there's NIL things to rejoice about. Look at my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;- MAF Pre-event 1.30-6 &lt;em&gt;(er.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;- xiaozu 1.30-6 &lt;em&gt;(usually by 4 we'd be slacking, unless Ding comes -_-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;- dazu 9-12 &lt;em&gt;(xiqing?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;- MAF 8-8+ &lt;em&gt;(faints)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been all right with this but the &lt;strong&gt;EOYS ARE COMING IN LESS THAN A MONTH.&lt;/strong&gt; And I haven't started mugging. o_O I'm so going to &lt;strong&gt;DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. &lt;/strong&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't blog for *quite some time unless something er, happens. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112588643487776918?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112588643487776918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112588643487776918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112588643487776918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112588643487776918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/monday-5-september-2005.html' title='Monday, 5 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112566798493718775</id><published>2005-09-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:33:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 2 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Oh please don't be so irresponsible. You borrowed my stuff and didn't return it and I only found it lying on the floor in a cloud of dust, broken, &lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt; And you just said oh. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freaking hell. What kind of stupid bloody attitude do you have? You irk me off, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall think twice before borrowing you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is to the second person I'm truly peeved with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es idiot. Tu penses que je ne te déteste pas, mais en fait, tu es le personne je plus détestée dans le monde. Tu te sais que tu as fait que m'a fait te détester. Si tu as oublié, penses, tu factice. Et si tu as toujours oublié, tant pis! Je toujours penserai que tu es horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I don't know if the structure is correct. =/ Congratulations to anyone who can translate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112566798493718775?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112566798493718775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112566798493718775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112566798493718775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112566798493718775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-2-september-2005.html' title='Friday, 2 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112554743664555015</id><published>2005-09-01T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:03:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 1 September, 2005</title><content type='html'>Aww this is sad. My results, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography- All meeting expectations. Does Mrs Amy even know my existence in class? =(&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese- B for Learning Attitude. Oh dear. Sorry! =X But the weirdest thing was the remarks about erm, gentle nature (translated from Chinese). o_O&lt;br /&gt;History- All meeting expectations but I got a "Chen Chi has produced consistently good work thyis term." =)&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts- All exceeding expectations but sadly Mrs Heng doesn't think I speak standard English. I'm &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt; I do! Haha I'm a joy to have in class. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Science- Erm mostly meeting expectations. What can you expect? It's physics!&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics- My worst subject. I even got an approaching expectations for showing detail in work (meaning I'm a horribly careless idiot)! :'( But better than term one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I didn't fail anything. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah did I mention NY's teachers' day concert rocked? Anyway Happy Teachers' Day. My dad's a sort-of teacher too. Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112554743664555015?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112554743664555015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112554743664555015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112554743664555015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112554743664555015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/09/thursday-1-september-2005.html' title='Thursday, 1 September, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112549318370284416</id><published>2005-08-31T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:06:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 31 August, 2005</title><content type='html'>Teachers' Day tomorrow! Happy teachers' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah Mrs Hong and Mdm Siew remember me. I think. (Mrs Hong definitely remembers me. Mdm Siew was surrounded by the boys so I didn't dare to get close. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandered around all over the place. Keming looks quite nice now. The structure is pretty similar as last time's, just that the colours etc. are different. It was pretty great to see everyone. (Andrea greeted me with a flying hug.) =D But it was quite sad being short. Nevertheless, I'm not the shortest. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around Keming, we went to wander around around West Mall and I drifted off with Yenling (apparently je deteste ______ comme ______'s seniors...ooh I'm using franglais, which is french-english) . Think I caught a cold &lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;slacking &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;being bored&lt;/strong&gt; in the library. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf I don't like it when you make a promise and break it because I try never to break my promise and if I have to I will make sure to tell you. In short, don't make a serious promise if you can't fulfil it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112549318370284416?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112549318370284416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112549318370284416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112549318370284416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112549318370284416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday-31-august-2005.html' title='Wednesday, 31 August, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112540437810680003</id><published>2005-08-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:19:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 30 August, 2005</title><content type='html'>Rachel says she's going to make a new FMA blogskin for me with buttons. =D Yay Rachel rocks. But first she &lt;s&gt;must&lt;/s&gt; really, really, really should make the blogskin for me. I'd like one with lots of Ed and Roy and Al and Riza and Maes and if possible Elicia and Nina too. Just no Winry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, Rachel, I can't screencap Real Player. Aww. It turns out with a black screen on my computer. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go do my homework, attempt starting to revise for EOYs (Ha. Ha. Not very possible.) and worry about whether I can find my ex-classmates tomorrow during Teachers' Day, seems to have another purpose which is primary school class gathering.-_-" Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112540437810680003?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112540437810680003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112540437810680003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112540437810680003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112540437810680003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday-30-august-2005_30.html' title='Tuesday, 30 August, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112539172766146685</id><published>2005-08-30T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:48:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 30 August, 2005</title><content type='html'>Quote Lifern (or something like that): "If Justin was lost thunder, Yiling would be the sun." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Coincidentally Yiling's favourite singer is Stephanie Sun and if you read her surname as a Caucasian who doesn't know a drop of Chinese it would be sun. Oops. That's kind of far-fetched but nvm!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hahah Lifern (Mrs Lee Wei Sheng) and Renice (Mrs Quinn Lee) are both Mrs Lees. And Yiling is Mrs Justin Tan so she's the faraway relative of Zhuoxuan, Bai Hui and Elaine. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I think two or three crazy people around me might try and kill me tomorrow. But never mind! Elaine's coming back to school tomorrow and being nice she'll help me, right! =D (Unanimous response: &lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;) Don't try and get me involved. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I nearly had to walk home from school today. Because I had -$0.25 in my EZ-link, and erm, quite a little teensy bit of small change in my wallet. So I ER-HEMed my way onto the bus and to West Mall to MRT station to top-up. Moral of the story: Money is &lt;u&gt;important&lt;/u&gt;. You should have lots of it. (Ah this is the future making of a money face. XD Lame.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112539172766146685?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112539172766146685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112539172766146685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112539172766146685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112539172766146685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday-30-august-2005.html' title='Tuesday, 30 August, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10916884.post-112531847455107426</id><published>2005-08-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:27:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 29 August, 2005</title><content type='html'>HAHAH&lt;strong&gt; LAMAHLANG&lt;/strong&gt; you can't deny the stuff going on between you and J____. HAH. Sharon and Andrea were &lt;s&gt;screaming&lt;/s&gt; calling Yiling Mrs Justin Tan for several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I skipped French today. But I wrote an excuse letter of absolute truth and honesty so that strictly isn't considered skipping. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10916884-112531847455107426?l=perce-neige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/feeds/112531847455107426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10916884&amp;postID=112531847455107426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112531847455107426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10916884/posts/default/112531847455107426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perce-neige.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-29-august-2005.html' title='Monday, 29 August, 2005'/><author><name>chenchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15697303850532079361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
