<?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-8926838</id><updated>2011-06-08T13:05:25.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i need one?</title><subtitle type='html'>uhh. self explanatory</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7917575685441438234</id><published>2009-03-17T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:05:26.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have OFFICIALLY MOVED to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: &lt;a href="http://djcheezymix.livejournal.com"&gt;MY NEW LJ HOME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7917575685441438234?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7917575685441438234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7917575685441438234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7917575685441438234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7917575685441438234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/03/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4514989193012510172</id><published>2009-03-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:53:36.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING</title><content type='html'>I have a very strong urge to MOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Blogger to Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll abandon this blog entirely, but I've already set up the other blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://djcheezymix.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE IT HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is an impulsive move. I have no real reason for doing this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4514989193012510172?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4514989193012510172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4514989193012510172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4514989193012510172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4514989193012510172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving.html' title='MOVING'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3192125754174568701</id><published>2009-03-06T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:03:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SbE7NzfO_wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9yiWfZxZ5c8/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SbE7NzfO_wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9yiWfZxZ5c8/s400/Photo+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090543992078082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I can finally move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND A CONVO INVOLVING A CERTAIN PARANOID ANDROID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamie says: (10:53:54 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i completely forgot to ask, how did you do by the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:53:57 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:53:58 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:54:00 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:54:07 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got ABBs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamie says: (10:54:44 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha pretty awesome grades, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:54:56 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:54:59 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:55:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B for gp though and C for cse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:55:09 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm cool with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:55:14 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eayh. very relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;jamie says: (10:56:41 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;haha i can imagine. like after waiting for so long for this - finally managed to get it over and done with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;jamie says: (10:56:44 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and cleared decently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:56:57 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;CLEARED DECENTLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:57:02 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;CLEARED DECENTLY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:57:08 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;WTF JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;| rachel | The roar that lies on the other side of silence says: (10:57:27 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i have to copy and paste this part of the convo on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cleared decently" says the TOP ARTS STUDENT WITH STRAIGHT As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3192125754174568701?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3192125754174568701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3192125754174568701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3192125754174568701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3192125754174568701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew.html' title='phew'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SbE7NzfO_wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9yiWfZxZ5c8/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4637780391949749874</id><published>2009-02-27T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:45:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random stuff I took off Loo's and Sofia's blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK. This is gonna be tough because I don't think I know many things that start with R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What is your name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.A four Letter Word :&lt;/span&gt; rude, rape, rake, rile, reap, roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. A boy's Name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Richard, Rudolph, Rafael/Raphael, Russell, Randell, Rian, Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;, Rudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. A girl's Name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rachel, Raine, Rebecca, Reagan, Regina, Roxanne, Rose, Rowena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. An occupation :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Road Sweeper...grim Reaper, Racer (thanks to Tina for this idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. A color :&lt;/span&gt; RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Something you'll wear :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Running shoes? (does this count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's no. 8??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. A food :&lt;/span&gt; radish? Ravioli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Rolls of toilet paper (I'm such a cheat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. A place :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Redhill, Redang, Republic of China (Taiwan), Republic of Singapore (cheating a bit here..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. A reason for being late :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;having the RUNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;13. Something you'd shout :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;RUN! RATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. A movie title :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Resident Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Something you drink :&lt;/span&gt; Root Beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. A musical group :&lt;/span&gt; Rise Against, Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. An animal :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rooster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; kangaROO (ok. Nvm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. A street name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rochor Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. A type of car :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Roadster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. The title of a song :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a Rush of Blood to The Head (aahahaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And from Loo's blog... BBC says that this is a list of MUST READS (and I seem to have read very little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (X)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit text!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (X)&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte ( )&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (X)&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee ( )&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible - ( )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does reading parts of it count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte( )&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell ( )&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman (X)&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens()&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott ()&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy( )&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller ()&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare ( )&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier ( )&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien ()&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk ( )&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger ( )&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (X) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot ( )&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell ( )&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald ( )&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy ( )&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams ( )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;uh. Watched it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh ( )&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky ( )&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck ( )&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll ( )&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame ( )&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy ( )&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis ( )&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen ()&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen ( )&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis ( )&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini ( )&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres ( )&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden (X) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a must read lah. Wasn't impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne ( )&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell ( )&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (X)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING as compared to Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez ( )&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving ( )&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins ( )&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery ( )&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy ( )&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood ( )&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding ( )&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan ( ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to read this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel ( )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert ( )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons ( )&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen ( )&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth ( )&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon ( )&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley ( )&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon ( ) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never completed this book. I have no clue why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez ( )&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck ( )&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov ( )&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt ( )&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold ( )&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas ( )&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac ( )&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy ( )&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding (X)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHICK LIT! ok lah. Is this really a must read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie ( )&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I WANNA READ THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville ( )&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker ( )&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett ( )&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson ( )&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce ( )&lt;br /&gt;76 The Inferno - Dante ( )&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome ( )&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola ( )&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray ( )&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt ( )&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens ( )&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell ( )&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker ( )&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro ( )&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert ( )&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry ( )&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (X) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primary school book... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom ( )&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ( )&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton (X)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE THIS SERIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad ( )&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery ( )&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; To Loo: I missed this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks ( )&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams ( )&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole ( )&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute ( )&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas ( )&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare ( )&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (X) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta love Roald Dahl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Have not read much of what's in this list. But most of it is not stuff I usually read anyway! There are only a handful of Fantasy books in that list! And where's Haruki Murakami? And Neil Gaiman? I realise what I've known all along.. I don't read many classics and I actually don't plan on reading most of them.. (save for stuff like 1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4637780391949749874?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4637780391949749874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4637780391949749874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4637780391949749874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4637780391949749874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-237032688494527294</id><published>2009-02-25T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:39:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A06!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SaU7K5qrQ5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/2Oxz-h7-Wsk/s1600-h/squeeezeme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SaU7K5qrQ5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/2Oxz-h7-Wsk/s400/squeeezeme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306712794390545298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahahah. Quek used the same photo on her blog. But this photo is so CLASSIC A06, I can't help but use it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for our A06 gathering @ Timbre on the Day Before DDay (5th March?)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell I'm not the only one who's excited! Everyone has been very cooperative with the planning and gathering of people, surprisingly. Cos it's a known fact that organising gatherings is a pain in the ass. But this time, my emails about this gathering was responded to with quite a lot of enthusiasm and people responded pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are part of that chain of emails regarding this, you'll know that me, Em, and a few others have been spamming everyone with emails about alcohol, food and exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week to gathering! (If DDay is on the rumoured 6th March, that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-237032688494527294?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/237032688494527294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=237032688494527294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/237032688494527294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/237032688494527294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/a06.html' title='A06!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SaU7K5qrQ5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/2Oxz-h7-Wsk/s72-c/squeeezeme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3690490643544894397</id><published>2009-02-24T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:54:04.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lift conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFT CONVERSATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Woman:&lt;/span&gt; Where's the 5th floor (stares at lift buttons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Man:&lt;/span&gt; This lift doesn't go to the 5th. How about go to the 6th and then walk a floor down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Woman: &lt;/span&gt;Ok. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Presses lift button. But presses the 8th floor button instead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Another Man: &lt;/span&gt;(in a friendly and slightly annoyed tone) Tsk. That's the 8th floor. Sigh. Make us stop an extra time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Woman:&lt;/span&gt; (also in a friendly tone) Well, I'm sorry. I''m just human right? And humans make mistakes. Don't you make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Another Man:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Lift reaches 8th floor, Woman leaves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Another Man:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*speaks in Hokkien to his friends and then in English*&lt;/span&gt; Don't give me that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose underneath their friendly tones (not just the man's..the woman's as well) was really annoyance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3690490643544894397?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3690490643544894397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3690490643544894397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3690490643544894397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3690490643544894397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/lift-conversations.html' title='lift conversations'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7309036072645610703</id><published>2009-02-20T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:47:51.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odd</title><content type='html'>Life has been kind of odd lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've not be making full use of my voice box. There's not many to talk to in the office. Not much to talk about anyway. All other conversations are done virtually. I feel like I need to have some nice coffee time with friends and chat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(anyone wants to have this nice coffee time at the Truong Nguyen Cafe?? My sis says its coffee kicks ass! And she's a Starbucks-hater!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I feel like I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need a good, long laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I come home, time passes too fast. And the odd thing is, I feel like I've done nothing during the few hours before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's odd how I enjoy crossing out days on the calender on my desk in the office. What kind of a cheap thrill is that? I devote a nice 20 seconds every morning to draw a nice, big, black cross on the date before. What's up with that? I even draw stars on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I spazz about one thing - my UK and Paris trip with Loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that the one thing that really makes me happy is travel. I admit to spending time during work to surf on the Globe Trekker site - being very envious of the Travellers of the show. I think they have the most awesome job ever... a job I would love to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say that it's good to work after the As. Earn some cash and feel what it's like to work. If working is like what it is, then people would really do anything for money. Cos working is quite a drag. But I think I'm only saying this because my job does not require much brain activity. I feel like I've been totally forgetting the use the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realise that I should really get a job that lets me travel (and use my brain). It's painful to sit there everyday, counting down to June. And without occupying my mind - by actively using my brain - I've been also worrying about the you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thank goodness for Coldplay and Eurotrip spazzing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7309036072645610703?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7309036072645610703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7309036072645610703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7309036072645610703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7309036072645610703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/odd.html' title='odd'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3925819132639372556</id><published>2009-02-19T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:04:53.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 5th time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINAL FANTASY VII ADVENT CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3925819132639372556?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3925819132639372556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3925819132639372556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3925819132639372556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3925819132639372556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/5th-time.html' title='the 5th time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8152630951404305292</id><published>2009-02-15T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:30:14.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZgk5WOKpXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/i4RZmJkOVCQ/s1600-h/coldplay_violet_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZgk5WOKpXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/i4RZmJkOVCQ/s400/coldplay_violet_hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303029128864900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Response to ad for Coldplay's gig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ME- &lt;/span&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;PARENTS-&lt;/span&gt; ??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;HUIPING-&lt;/span&gt; No money lahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ALINA-&lt;/span&gt; Are the Arctic Monkeys coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;SOF-&lt;/span&gt; I won't go for Coldplay lah (Brian Molko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;TINA-&lt;/span&gt; OOOO. I wanna GO! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 mins later&lt;/span&gt;) But got school and work. I'm drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;SISTER-&lt;/span&gt; OMG but I just bought tickets to CATS ($148)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 hours later... (me sulking during this period because I couldn't find anyone to go with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;SISTER-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I should go for Coldplay. I still regret not going for Bon Jovi's gig when I was in JC (10 years ago) and they never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how my sis, bro-in-law and I decided to get tix for the $188 tier seats for Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the exceedingly high ticket prices is due to the Grammy wins that Coldplay got. WHY SO EX. Oh but what the hell, we decided to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be sitting in front of the com at 9am to make sure I get tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the ad actually places the time they release tickets, then I'm sure the company is expecting them to sell out real quick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8152630951404305292?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8152630951404305292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8152630951404305292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8152630951404305292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8152630951404305292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva.html' title='VIVA'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZgk5WOKpXI/AAAAAAAAAqA/i4RZmJkOVCQ/s72-c/coldplay_violet_hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-790392600671958969</id><published>2009-02-13T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:36:16.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZUT69TlQ4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/AVu8Fiez5Fg/s1600-h/438px-Cocacola-5cents-1900_edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZUT69TlQ4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/AVu8Fiez5Fg/s400/438px-Cocacola-5cents-1900_edit1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302166039908664194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first woman to be placed in a Coca Cola ad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is more interesting is... in 1890 they used tea cups to drink coke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-790392600671958969?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/790392600671958969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=790392600671958969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/790392600671958969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/790392600671958969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/coke.html' title='coke'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SZUT69TlQ4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/AVu8Fiez5Fg/s72-c/438px-Cocacola-5cents-1900_edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4170913316884388258</id><published>2009-02-05T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:45:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLYING geetar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SYrc8fbd2-I/AAAAAAAAApw/qO2RdUPfiJQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SYrc8fbd2-I/AAAAAAAAApw/qO2RdUPfiJQ/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299290843341773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It FINALLY reached Portland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just got to wait for 5 days for it to reach me. And then I can shred (fake) guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what I'm raving about.. it's the Guitar Hero III game I bought from the US for my PS2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that no one would be selling this for the PS2 in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the only loser in Singapore still playing this on my PS2. I didn't get Guitar Hero World Tour cos my sis has it. On her Wii. My sis, the non-gamer is more updated than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'm saving up for the big one. I think I'll get the PS3 when the price of it falls further (currently selling at $580). And I'll only get it when Final Fantasy XIII releases, which will be either late this year or next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFXIII is so awesome. It looks really fantastic so I really want to play it for myself. I shall post some FFXIII trailers to make your jaw drop at the game's flawless graphics, cool music and sheer beauty (I'm such a geek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGBbX1uEskg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGBbX1uEskg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: Click the "view in HD" link. And let it load. It's AWESOME IN HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOp1bx2XHrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOp1bx2XHrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4170913316884388258?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4170913316884388258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4170913316884388258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4170913316884388258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4170913316884388258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-geetar.html' title='FLYING geetar'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SYrc8fbd2-I/AAAAAAAAApw/qO2RdUPfiJQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4513093902844515121</id><published>2009-01-24T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:23:51.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jeans</title><content type='html'>I tried on The Jeans today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jeans that got me drooling since... a couple of days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SXsVc_90LfI/AAAAAAAAApo/Uv4VTxwXw7o/s1600-h/The+Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SXsVc_90LfI/AAAAAAAAApo/Uv4VTxwXw7o/s400/The+Jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294849374855376370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like the adi-matic super black ones. But don't both the adi-matic and the adi-ronhary look nice? I'm looking for a pair of black (or grey) slim or straight cut jeans. And these are just so NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Adidas shop to try them on. For fun. It was actually really nice and comfy. It is definitely quality denim because it was thick and strong. Definitely not Cotton On quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just two problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It was a bit too long (but they may have it shorter!) and it can't be altered because there are the cool Adidas stripes at the hem.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's like $239 over budget (it costs $339)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's Adidas-Diesel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's super black..and it's the cut that I want.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And so I continue to search for my 'Magic Jeans'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4513093902844515121?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4513093902844515121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4513093902844515121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4513093902844515121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4513093902844515121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeans.html' title='The Jeans'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SXsVc_90LfI/AAAAAAAAApo/Uv4VTxwXw7o/s72-c/The+Jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3438022073670229816</id><published>2009-01-21T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:36:15.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT WORK</title><content type='html'>I get to use MSN at work. So here is a snippet of a conversation between Sofia and I.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH WALAU got one guy threw a shoe at molko while he was playing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, then he made the whole mood become solemn cause brian got angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did he do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong person yo. the person he should throw at is ex-Pres Bush. he was like shoe target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaha. just now alina met me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she was so glad that she's finally talking to someone who gets her grammer right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i felt when i talked to my colleage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i said, i was glad i was meeting someone who speaks english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the students were horrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos a lot of people at work speak rapid fire mandarin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA yeahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowoowoww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i can imagine ur face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i have to repeat what they said to make sure i got it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ears are not tuned to the sound of..mandarin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah its like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true blue banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too kang tang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown ahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever lame joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah we're all fruits and veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH potatoes and bananas arent exactly healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought potatoes are healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH yeah bananas aand potatoes are carbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant eat too much of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still healthy wad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bananas have a lot of sugar, so if youre diabetic stay away from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potatoes got vitamins leh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH lar. but its not even a vegetable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wise words from kalyani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fruit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stem or somethings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ROOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's a root like tapioca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er... sweet potato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeahh tapioca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all roots are very starchy so they're not good if eaten too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. you live underground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA whatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lamme hahahaha hur hur hur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i wanna be a banana in pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be a potato in glasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH I LIKE THAT CARTOON LOR WHEN I WAS YOUNG hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah wott the helll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos potatoes got so many eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA OMG OMG HAHAH THAT IS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i've been paid to get lost in the forest. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-ilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;| rachel | IFE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3438022073670229816?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3438022073670229816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3438022073670229816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3438022073670229816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3438022073670229816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-work.html' title='AT WORK'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5454340175119825819</id><published>2009-01-18T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:16:51.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping and classes!</title><content type='html'>I had my first Japanese language class yesterday. It got pretty confusing but I think I can manage. I just need to memorise the Hiragana. I did study the first 15 Hiragana characters and I think I've got them in my head. 15 characters down, another 15 to go! And I think I need to be more familiar because it takes me quite a while to process the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterday's class, I went to Vivocity to shop with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this shop that my mum likes (she's friendly with the sales person). The sales lady recommended me this dress. It's a pretty formal dress made of soft silky material. It's not exactly long or short, just about 2 inches above the knee? It's actually one of those dresses most of you will never imagine me in. I like it partly because it's really comfortable but since it's kinda formal, I'll only be wearing it for CNY and dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still got the dress in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, really. The lady recommended me the dress because she thought I was the 'havoc' sort because of my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wrong she was. I told her that my mum is actually more havoc than me. But I tried the dress anyway. It's not like it's anything provocative. Just more dressy than usual. I should take a photo of it and post it here....but I'm LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my mum and I went to Nichii and I went on a shorts shopping spree. I have this real lack of shorts to wear out. Just last week, I wore the same pair of shorts out twice. I like the shorts at Nichii - not too expensive and they actually fit well. I liked this pair of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRIGHT ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shorts (Sofia will scream if she sees it) but it's kinda hard to match so I didn't get it. I opted for the easier-to-match brown/cream coloured shorts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum did say that the likes the orange pair too and she may get it. Thing is, she wears an M and I wear an S. And this is when my mum commented that my butt is so big so how could I be wearing an S when I look more like an M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I should feel insulted. But S fits and there was no size M anyway. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara was having some crazy sales; jeans going for 40 bucks onwards, tops going cheap. Queues in the shop was uber long and the sizes for the pants were at like 40 and 42. I did find one my size but I realised that Zara's pants have weird cuttings. So I didn't get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently found out that Arctic Monkeys are coming up with their new album soon. Like sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;- another awesome album to get!&lt;br /&gt;- a possible performance at Glastonbury Festival 09!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this means another 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;- I absolutely have to get Glasto tix if they are performing&lt;br /&gt;- I absolutely need to get enough money for the UK trip (Loo and I guesstimated that the total cost for Glasto itself - inclusive of tix, coach fare, stuff we have to buy like a tent and sleeping bags, as well as food - will come up to 1000 buckeroos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this poses a problem:&lt;br /&gt;- How the hell am I suppose to get at least 2.5K by June? (Or at least 2K, I intend to borrow as little as possible from my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loo and I also came to the conclusion that it will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very very very (X10)&lt;/span&gt; hard to obtain Glasto tickets during the second release in April. The first release of 100 000 tickets got freakin sold out in less than a day back in October last year. And the retarded deposit scheme is ending Feb 1st (so Loo and I decided not to make a deposit cos it's just hard to fork out the 400 bucks when we don't know if we can prepare the total 1000 bucks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that... we need a miracle. Or the Arctic Monkeys should come to SINGAPORE (not in end June/early July, please). Except that this is a miracle in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5454340175119825819?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5454340175119825819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5454340175119825819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5454340175119825819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5454340175119825819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-and-classes.html' title='shopping and classes!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-399250326392733897</id><published>2009-01-14T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:52:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzzzz again</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I took this quiz off Loo's blog. Decided to do it because during work, Sofia was doing this (I was chatting with her online. Yes, I use MSN while working) and she said it was fun. Hmm. It will be interesting to see what I get, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pace Is The Trick - Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;And to all the destruction in men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Well I see you as you take your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; My lioness your defenses seem wise I cannot press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And detentions are demised, my lioness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm. I don't know what to say, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tron - Foals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Away, away, in this system there is another &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" id="clicksor_sp_country" onmouseover="'return" onmouseout="'ClxTMo(" target="_blank" style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(0, 15, 255); color: rgb(0, 15, 255); font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; text-decoration: none;" onclick="'return"&gt;country&lt;/a&gt; place we could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away, away, in this system there is another country place we could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away, away, in this system there is flower shock by which I mean to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away, away, in this system there is another country place we could go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh. I guess that means I'm not gonna get far? OR I'll go really far. Like literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Can Do Better Than Me - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehahaha. Does that mean that I'll do better or my friends will do better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From The Ritz To The Rubble - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I hope I'll get married in the Ritz and not the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my good friend’s theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyman - Wire Daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any of my friends would have this as their theme song. I do like the song very much though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St.Exquisite's Confessions - of Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is so not accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is/was highschool like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life In Technicolour - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Hmm. That means school was colourful? I think this is good. Cos I like the song anyway. No lyrics, very uncomplicated like my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High And Dry - Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bad Thing - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat? The best thing is the Bad Thing. ahahaha. Ok. I got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cath.. - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't really reveal much about today yeah? Anyway, today is going to be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever! - Orange Range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this does not mean that I'll fall ill. Haha. Sounds like this weekend is gonna be fun (as in not falling ill. More of being high energy). It's actually pretty accurate... cos this is a Japanese song and I am starting Japanese lessons this Saturday. ehahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sink The Seine - of Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really an answer is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knocked Up - Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. THAT IS JUST...ew.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I never knew my grandfathers (from both sides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is my life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Life - !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These Are The Sad Songs - Suede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be the opening track. Followed by a lot of sad songs. Actually, I don't mind happy songs. They can play Arctic Monkeys and Franz Ferdinand if they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details In The Fabric - Jason Mraz feat. James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the details in the fabric eh? So does that mean that I'm....really...small and inconspicuous? The small part that makes the whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gobbledigook - Sigur Ros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that means yes. Simply because it's like the first ever happy sounding Sigur Ros song. I don't know what they were singing about but it sounds happy. Besides, gobbledigook is a very happy sounding "word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll listen to this song till the end. I likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pumpkin Soup - Kate Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just want your kiss, boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this question really similar to a previous one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Boys - Suede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I think Pumpkin Soup would have answered this question. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photobooth - Friendly Fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pose like this year's models"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring would make one happy. HAHA. Maybe it's a sign for me to use the Photobooth application on my com. But it's no fun to cam whore alone! (Maybe I should rope my grandma in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Day For You - Love Psychedelico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Free you all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Do something that is a mix of Japanese and English?? Or some humanitarian work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leif Erikson - Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've been swinging all the time think it's time I learned your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Maybe that would be my kid's name. Leif.&lt;br /&gt;And Wikipedia says Leif Erikson was a Norse explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Meant - Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrecking Ball - Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I'll be remembered as something that destroys? That's no good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocean of Noise - Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This question is so wrong. It's not what I think. It's what my iTunes thinks. Anyway, I think its wrong because life is pretty peaceful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi-Fi - Suede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strobe - Friendly Fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not answering the question!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-399250326392733897?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/399250326392733897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=399250326392733897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/399250326392733897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/399250326392733897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/01/quizzzzz-again.html' title='quizzzzz again'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6384633534371511022</id><published>2009-01-06T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:59:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>employed again!</title><content type='html'>I'm employed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being unemployed for 2 weeks, I found a less strenuous but just as busy admin job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm filling in for someone on maternity leave so I'm gonna be there till April - May. The pay is the same as my old job but I'm pretty sure the stress level will not be as high simply because there are no sales targets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a job, I'm one step closer to my UK trip in June-July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still have to scrimp and save because it's not like I'm earning that much. With the adult fare transport costs, I'll have to scrimp and save even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6384633534371511022?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6384633534371511022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6384633534371511022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6384633534371511022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6384633534371511022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2009/01/employed-again.html' title='employed again!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-9177185407681594095</id><published>2008-12-31T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:23:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kl</title><content type='html'>I'm back from KL and I'm now very free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was quite fun. It was a pretty spontaneous trip because we didn't really plan what we were going to do. The only routine was probably how we would have supper at 3am and sleep at 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsMp_eVHpI/AAAAAAAAAog/zDXx3aDybDk/s1600-h/cicak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsMp_eVHpI/AAAAAAAAAog/zDXx3aDybDk/s400/cicak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285832503202225810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole Cicakman thing was really hilarious. I really really really wonder what Cicakman's power is other than climbing walls and making annoying sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsNBAfTOhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/I7nCkUrxnsU/s1600-h/stoned+panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsNBAfTOhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/I7nCkUrxnsU/s400/stoned+panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285832898611722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousins and their friends are real party animals. So it's not quite surprising that they brought me to KL's Zouk (my first clubbing experience). In the photo above, I look like a stoned panda bear. I don't know why because I was not drunk nor stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for clubbing, I realised that I'm really not that into clubbing. I think I'll take headbanging and just crazy jumping at some rock gig. Clubbing wasn't a bad experience although my cousins did say that KL's Zouk was less fun than S'pore's Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the whole spontaneous thing, three of us girls all got spontaneous haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsOGt8RupI/AAAAAAAAAow/li1J4sQ60lA/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsOGt8RupI/AAAAAAAAAow/li1J4sQ60lA/s400/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285834096223828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair is back to being short (and longer on one side). The rest could not recognise me after my cut. I like my new haircut; short hair is easier to maintain and the new haircut is different from my old ones (the ones I got sooooo bored of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsOiMxnQVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/dXr0Ked2Yw0/s1600-h/genting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsOiMxnQVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/dXr0Ked2Yw0/s400/genting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285834568357069138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also a spontaneous drive up to Genting for the sake of playing at the arcade. Genting had really nice, cold weather that I really liked. The whole mountain was covered mist, cloud and a slight drizzle that made driving up and down a little more dangerous. For some reason, I fell asleep while going uphill although the car was going all Crazy Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back from KL, I feel a bit lost. Like I don't know what date it is or what day and what I'm supposed to do (like preparing for the SATs). But I did send out a couple of million resumes out yesterday and I got a job interview next week. Hopefully I'll get the job because I need the money and I need something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-9177185407681594095?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/9177185407681594095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=9177185407681594095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/9177185407681594095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/9177185407681594095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl.html' title='kl'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SVsMp_eVHpI/AAAAAAAAAog/zDXx3aDybDk/s72-c/cicak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3445400086287462443</id><published>2008-12-25T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:54:14.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dismissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I got dismissed from my job..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too lazy to tell you why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3445400086287462443?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3445400086287462443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3445400086287462443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3445400086287462443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3445400086287462443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/12/dismissed.html' title='dismissed'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8591407037129316860</id><published>2008-12-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:58:07.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLASTO!</title><content type='html'>Hui Ping and I are going to the UK next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going (if we can get tickets) to the GLASTONBURY FESTIVAL! (go read up on it if you've never heard of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been flipping through my London City Guide since I got it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to save up 3000 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8591407037129316860?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8591407037129316860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8591407037129316860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8591407037129316860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8591407037129316860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/12/glasto.html' title='GLASTO!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4759778668569270774</id><published>2008-12-05T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:43:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STlL5nUpLVI/AAAAAAAAAek/rk83c8NyMhI/s1600-h/Polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STlL5nUpLVI/AAAAAAAAAek/rk83c8NyMhI/s400/Polaroid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276331891621440850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awesome is the word of the day. I think I said it quite a lot today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4759778668569270774?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4759778668569270774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4759778668569270774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4759778668569270774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4759778668569270774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome.html' title='awesome'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STlL5nUpLVI/AAAAAAAAAek/rk83c8NyMhI/s72-c/Polaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4507195842090443569</id><published>2008-11-30T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:47:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone</title><content type='html'>My phone plan expired so I just renewed it to get a new phone for a really low price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my trusty K610i for 2 years and I thought that the SE W910 was nice and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like $0 if I renewed my contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Singapore being Singapore, the phones were snapped up and are sold out (since yesterday). The only phones left that were affordable were LG Viewty and Samsung-some-model-I-can't-remember. I'm not much of a Samsung user so I decided to get the LG because it would only cost me 28 bucks, had a 5MP camera and it looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;white &lt;/span&gt;LG Viewty was SOLD OUT and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; was available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is the only day I can change it (my dad's going for his surgery tomorrow), I had to take the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; phone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink is not ugly. The phone is actually quite nice. But the problem is that pink is not very me. The colour would suit my mother or my sister more. So I solved the problem by getting a cheap rubber cover (it's black). And now the problem is that I am not a fan of rubber covers either. I'll probably use the rubber cover first but if I get too annoyed with it, I'll just show off the pinkness of my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is now showing off my feminine side. Not very congruent with my personality though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look for a photo of the phone online but the photos I found of the pink phone seemed to be of a different shade. Mine is not quite so dark. So here's a photo I took with Photobooth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STJEpNuOmFI/AAAAAAAAAec/SkhZ5__v1ss/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STJEpNuOmFI/AAAAAAAAAec/SkhZ5__v1ss/s400/Photo+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274353588453152850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4507195842090443569?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4507195842090443569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4507195842090443569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4507195842090443569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4507195842090443569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-phone.html' title='new phone'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/STJEpNuOmFI/AAAAAAAAAec/SkhZ5__v1ss/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2894201710621001706</id><published>2008-11-29T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:04:59.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the books</title><content type='html'>And just when I thought I was free from exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for my SAT Reasoning Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take my SAT paper since March (somewhere early this year) but never got down to it because of time constraints (like Council stuff) and school in general (Prelims and A Levels). I know some councillors already took their SAT paper (like Mew) but they are the scholars.. so it's a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the idea popped back after meeting my sec 4 class yesterday. We were discussing how the A Levels was such a disaster and so we are trying to save ourselves by taking the SAT. Besides, the SAT will boost my application to SMU. It's actually the only reason why I'm taking it actually. I don't have enough money to go overseas so SMU is my only choice (well, there is NUS and NTU but I really only want to go to SMU).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina thinks I don't need much preparation because SAT 1 is the easy one. So I'm just gonna practice some questions and stuff from this book I bought today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2894201710621001706?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2894201710621001706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2894201710621001706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2894201710621001706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2894201710621001706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-books.html' title='back to the books'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1948516995387063316</id><published>2008-11-27T13:16:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:44:06.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>I cleared out my desk yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4uHl0IanI/AAAAAAAAAck/-IPMf47lVhg/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4uHl0IanI/AAAAAAAAAck/-IPMf47lVhg/s400/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273202921642158706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The remains of my notes and TYS in their coffins with my pink penguin dustbin standing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4ug0ktCII/AAAAAAAAAcs/NF4_L2qQoxg/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4ug0ktCII/AAAAAAAAAcs/NF4_L2qQoxg/s400/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273203355100711042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stuff I've kept.. John Sloman and Econs notes if my cousins are attending JC and are taking Econs next year. And my SMU bag with SMU prospectus in it.. And a shoe box with 2 inch heels inside (that makes my ankle ache)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vJN1HTBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qskL0Da-0zA/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vJN1HTBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qskL0Da-0zA/s400/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273204049075194898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. I kept GP and CSE notes as well. I don't know what to do with it. But my table is a little less cluttered now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some stuff from 2008 that I have in my 2008 organiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vto2boJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VXecvOMMK6g/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vto2boJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VXecvOMMK6g/s400/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273204674803769490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cover of my organiser. I think the female skeleton (got it off a Juice mag..some Levi's ad) looks a lot like Karen O without flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vf9XV45I/AAAAAAAAAc8/U90tasr-INg/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4vf9XV45I/AAAAAAAAAc8/U90tasr-INg/s400/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273204439792346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quek's message for me a couple of weeks before A levels... haha. It's so... QUEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wICVEzNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5tnbdRfvDWM/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wICVEzNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5tnbdRfvDWM/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273205128319782098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The M word is really just MSA. The horror that met us J2s when we started the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wYEqZQjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7Iz0de-uh9Y/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wYEqZQjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7Iz0de-uh9Y/s400/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273205403823981106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orientation 2! That was only one day because of our wonderful admin people at the GO. And Arctic Monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wor2aU_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/a0VKN3Quans/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4wor2aU_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/a0VKN3Quans/s400/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273205689221272562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still into the Arctic Monkeys before BT1 started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4ykD5sgyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/T8r5E0btTiE/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4ykD5sgyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/T8r5E0btTiE/s400/Photo+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273207808801407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't see what I'm pointing at, it says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Joanne puts braces. ew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Joanne! I noted the fateful day that you put on those metal thingies! And I can still remember everyone's reaction. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4w3pgLNvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-OVeamdk1wY/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4w3pgLNvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-OVeamdk1wY/s400/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273205946289174258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April was eventful. Lots of planning stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xHQbcMhI/AAAAAAAAAds/azLJ3_KyKFA/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xHQbcMhI/AAAAAAAAAds/azLJ3_KyKFA/s400/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273206214436336146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEP. The two weeks that I remember to be very very busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xZJl2i3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DPvsuD69vdc/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xZJl2i3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DPvsuD69vdc/s400/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273206521838603122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah..the day many in Council cried. I think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; skipped a few lessons that day but I did go for GP in my blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xo8IhR8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/WdefBdfWqcc/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4xo8IhR8I/AAAAAAAAAd8/WdefBdfWqcc/s400/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273206793103820738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Udders! I WANT RUM RUM RAISIN ICE CREAM NOWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4x2xznNCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t03TGT7jouM/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4x2xznNCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t03TGT7jouM/s400/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273207030849942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my class' dreaded timetable. We complained a lot about it. Don't let the Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday timetable fool you - we had extra Lit lessons till 6-7pm at least once a week... The science kids got really nice timetables though! (Like Pris Khiu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4yWX5V8cI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zKX6TvWkm0I/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4yWX5V8cI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zKX6TvWkm0I/s400/DSC00039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273207573650469314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1948516995387063316?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1948516995387063316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1948516995387063316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1948516995387063316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1948516995387063316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SS4uHl0IanI/AAAAAAAAAck/-IPMf47lVhg/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6004052064303611265</id><published>2008-11-26T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:22:31.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPLOYED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;aaaaaaaand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; a student and I'm employed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Japanese language class (elementary!) and I'll be starting in mid-Jan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to snag the job at Recruit Express!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start work next monday actually (incidentally Grad Night day that my class is ponning, we're going steamboating!). This means that I'll have little or no life for the next 6 months because I'll be so busy and OT-ing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda excited about starting work but also kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck, I think I can do it. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in between working, earning money and contributing to society (I need to pay CPF), there are some class outings lined up. There's steamboating on monday, a Christmas Party, paintball outing, cookout, pubbing, girls' night out and movie day and loads of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of going for a holiday next June. I can't get away for the next six months because of work and because of my dad's upcoming surgery. So I'm actually thinking of leaving like on 1st June.... we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6004052064303611265?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6004052064303611265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6004052064303611265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6004052064303611265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6004052064303611265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/employed.html' title='EMPLOYED'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3212936496121875825</id><published>2008-11-23T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:59:37.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crises averted</title><content type='html'>I am really close to getting a job as a temp HR consultant at Recruit Express. Really close. I'm meeting the director on Tuesday and if that goes well, I'll have to start work by 1st December! So I'm crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also crossing my fingers for my feet. The dress code for Tuesday is "smart casual"... so I'm wearing those dress/work pants office people wear and 2 inch black closed toe heels. And the heels are kinda killing my ankles because I'm not quite used to it. I've taken to wearing it around the house to get used to walking and feeling like my feet are semi bound. My sis thinks I'm weird because I'm "clacking" about the house and looking a lot taller than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus point in terms of dressing is that I get to use my Mum's Coach bag. She bought it from the US a few months back and claimed that she "bought it for me"... except that she didn't say that a few months ago when she came back from the US, only a few days ago when I said I needed a bag suitable for TUESDAY and future work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the week will be... TUESDAY, going out, signing up for Japanese language classes.... I think that's it? Nothing much really. Something tells me that I might get bored. But I did borrow 3 books from the library so I can just curl up and READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to think about my plans without having to put in "homework" and "study".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3212936496121875825?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3212936496121875825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3212936496121875825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3212936496121875825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3212936496121875825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/crises-averted.html' title='crises averted'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8522085826684633437</id><published>2008-11-17T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:40:13.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake...smashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey sis &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;head count has frozen&lt;/span&gt; and my company &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;cannot hire u next year&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry you have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;look for something else&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Big sister to me, 10.28am 17th Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you can't have your cake and eat it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't you just hate the recession?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I prepared myself for rejection so I'm not too upset. Will just have to look for other lobangs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8522085826684633437?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8522085826684633437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8522085826684633437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8522085826684633437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8522085826684633437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/cakesmashed.html' title='cake...smashed'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4338739600136487240</id><published>2008-11-16T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:55:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans...slightly</title><content type='html'>After speaking to my sister, I realised that I do not need to get my driver's license ASAP. Just within the next 1 - 2 years.. (but I want it sooner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also just realized that my Mum is actually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and has a really bad taste in music. I think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if I were like my Mum, I might turn into an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying that my Mum is an ah lian. She's definitely cooler than an ah lian, it's just her style. But I'm saying that if I were the girl that my Mum wants me to be, then I'd be an ah lian. So I thank God that I'm not the girl that my Mum wants me to be. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her music really..... sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say this, but my Mum blasted some techno crap music that you would find playing at some cheap Chinese disco for my niece to dance to. The crappy music came with crappy music videos of women dressed like they were blind and "dancing" with some old fogey that had a beard, ponytail and a beer belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so traumatised&lt;/span&gt;. I openly showed my disgust and quickly retreated to my room (not without lowering the volume first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is still young; she'll dance to anything. But I think she's quite a natural dancer. She danced to some hip hop singer (Rihanna? I have no clue) when we were at Mango once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. I told my Mum that it was gross music over the dinner table and she admitted it. I hope it will not be played ever again. I should find the CD and get rid of it or something. I hope my niece will not grow up liking that sort of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have our phases of "terrible music". For me, I never ever liked techno (much less, crappy techno) and I never liked Mandopop. When I was young, I was a pop kid and I listened to lots of radio. But lots of stuff that I used to listen to are really..what I'd call "crappy" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;music timeline&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;what I liked at what age&lt;/span&gt; (I think it can get quite embarrassing!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7-9 years old:&lt;/span&gt; Spice Girls totally ruled my world. I did listen to some Nsync and BSB, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10-12 years old:&lt;/span&gt; S Club 7, Blue and Avril Lavigne. We used to blast S Club in our primary school classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;13-14 years old: &lt;/span&gt;Still Avril and Linkin Park (I was starting to like rock music more). I hated Avril ever since I saw her live when I was 13. I don't like singers who can't sing (well, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;15-16 years old:&lt;/span&gt; Red Hot Chili Peppers, U2, Linkin Park (first album only), Coldplay, Funeral For A Friend, Placebo, Utada Hikaru, Jpop/Jrock stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-18 years old:&lt;/span&gt; Same stuff as the ones in 15-16 yrs old + Feist, Spoon, Arctic Monkeys, Interpol, !!!, Snow Patrol, Patrick Wolf, Foals, Anberlin, some Portishead songs, some Klaxons songs, Bloc Party, Broken Social Scene, Arcade Fire, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with people who have somewhat similar taste in music as I do (like Loo, Sofia, Alina) really exposed me to bands that I probably wouldn't have known because I don't really go around searching for music and stuff. Back in secondary sch, my friends didn't really listen to the same genre of English music that I liked...so that exposed me more to Japanese music instead. Now, it's the total opposite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4338739600136487240?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4338739600136487240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4338739600136487240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4338739600136487240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4338739600136487240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-of-plansslightly.html' title='change of plans...slightly'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3774886056694051555</id><published>2008-11-14T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:16:33.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONE MORE PAPER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's already the holidays. So lazy to revise lit! But I still have to. Must do well for paper 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are making post-A Levels lists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me feel like I should make one too. Just so that I can organise what I wanna do after As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stuff to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get driver's license ASAP&lt;br /&gt;- Take up Japanese&lt;br /&gt;- Work at sister's place&lt;br /&gt;- Exercise because I feel like a puddle of goo&lt;br /&gt;- Go window shopping... and actual shopping&lt;br /&gt;- Class dinner (like a nice, dress up one)&lt;br /&gt;- 'Pon prom steamboat' with classmates&lt;br /&gt;- Girls' sleepover (girls of A06!) slash movie marathon with lots of Gaspard and.. The Shining&lt;br /&gt;- Leave the country for awhile (like.. go for a rock concert! Glastonbury!)&lt;br /&gt;- Get a haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stuff to watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy Season 5&lt;br /&gt;- 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;- Pushing Daisies Season 2&lt;br /&gt;- Superhero cartoons like Teen Titans&lt;br /&gt;- Hellboy 2&lt;br /&gt;- Sex And The City Movie&lt;br /&gt;- Bolt&lt;br /&gt;- Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;- Whatever funny (but not stupid) movie.. Like maybe The Confessions of A Shopoholic? (coming out next year!)&lt;br /&gt;- Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;- Anything but Twilight, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs to get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Interpol&lt;br /&gt;- !!!&lt;br /&gt;- Spoon&lt;br /&gt;- Feist&lt;br /&gt;- Foals&lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately, except for Feist, the rest have to be bought online.. blah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Books to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Age of the Five series&lt;br /&gt;- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle&lt;br /&gt;- whatever seems really interesting in Kinokuniya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3774886056694051555?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3774886056694051555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3774886056694051555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3774886056694051555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3774886056694051555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-long-list.html' title='long long list'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7625732010702121305</id><published>2008-10-31T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:18:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vidsvids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Taking a (short) break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYeog8WcavM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYeog8WcavM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Monkeys - Old Yellow Bricks and I Bet You Look Good On the Dancefloor (Live at Glastonbury)&lt;br /&gt;(I have a not so secret crush on Alex Turner..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RejlHTiyyMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RejlHTiyyMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feist - Sea Lion&lt;br /&gt;(She needs to come to Singapore! I really wanna watch her live.... I actually want to watch a lot of bands live..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I like Feist so much.. I'm gonna add another video of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu0G2jht-Tg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uu0G2jht-Tg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feist - My Moon My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utOP_HI3920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utOP_HI3920&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIKw7F_FfkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIKw7F_FfkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Wolf - Magic Position&lt;br /&gt;(and I love his hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZuTIYEe_p8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZuTIYEe_p8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foals - Red Socks Pugie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7625732010702121305?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7625732010702121305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7625732010702121305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7625732010702121305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7625732010702121305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/10/vidsvids.html' title='vidsvids'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5223504334584803531</id><published>2008-10-23T14:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:50:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;How do I cope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Discovery Travel and Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                                           Caffeine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Late Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                               Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Distractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;like the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;The kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;                                                                               The job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't need more of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'your' - pronoun - used informally to indicate all members of a group, occupation, etc., or things of a particular type&lt;/span&gt; (and in my reference, many 'particular types')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When bad stuff happen, they all happen at the same time don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5223504334584803531?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5223504334584803531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5223504334584803531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5223504334584803531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5223504334584803531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-now.html' title='right now...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2709406836300676527</id><published>2008-10-14T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:59:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterly sizzle</title><content type='html'>So my sisters (+ bro-in-law + niece) and I had what we call a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;'Sisterly Sizzle'&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically home teppanyaki for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second sis has been craving for a BBQ but since there was no way we could book a pit by today and I can't eat BBQ food anyway (I'm sick but recovering). So her thoughts gave way to teppanyaki since we own a hotplate thingy. I encouraged her by telling her that we could go to Giant to get the food and call my elder sis if she wanted to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our plan worked and we had our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;very spontaneous sister gathering&lt;/span&gt; aptly named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;'Sisterly Sizzle'&lt;/span&gt;. For the first time, the cheesy name was coined not by me but by my second sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SPSysykORdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tf6sM0nYVMg/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SPSysykORdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tf6sM0nYVMg/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257023147605902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis stir-frying kang kong (with sambal) and loads of other stuff in the hot plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SPSy0IC3j4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Xb-gg_-6moI/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SPSy0IC3j4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Xb-gg_-6moI/s400/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257023273630666626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. There was sukiyaki beef and chicken, prawns, kang kong, gyozas, sausages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so spontaneous, we didn't have time to marinate. So we just put in Hoisin sauce (sauce my dad uses to make char siew). So the beef was really sweet and nice. Or we put in sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to drink water in liberal amounts. Only problem is that I'm so full from dinner, I can't drink much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. I'm so full. But the teppanyaki totally made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2709406836300676527?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2709406836300676527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2709406836300676527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2709406836300676527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2709406836300676527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/10/sisterly-sizzle.html' title='sisterly sizzle'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SPSysykORdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tf6sM0nYVMg/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6225768537464181691</id><published>2008-10-02T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:34:41.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you are...totally a blob of fat</title><content type='html'>You know you are totally unfit and in need of gym membership when you can't run 2.4 km without feeling like you are going to die (and that's 2.4 km in 17 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those that's really unfit. I went jogging yesterday and I thought that I couldn't run any longer after 16 minutes or so. And to confirm that I'm really unfit, I woke up with a few minor aches today - that means my muscles haven't been adequately exercised! (I did some stretching before the run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I'd either jog or swim every weekend (like Saturday morn and Sunday morn) to make sure that my health is kept in tiptop shape. I hate feeling like a blob of fat. Ok, I know I'm not fat but leading my sedentary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;student &lt;/span&gt;lifestyle, where the only exercise I get is mind exercise (doing AJC math papers makes me feel really well exercised), makes me feel like my arteries are going to clog up. And my joints are rusting. And my muscles are failing. Or something. I'm a very active person so I really need some form of exercise (can relieve stress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis says once a week is too little. Well, too bad. Until after the A levels, I don't think I can spare that much time to run on a treadmill and feel like a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, I don't need gym membership. I just need to know when the gym will be empty (because I hate it when I go there with the need to run and people are hogging the treadmill!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clogging arteries, I went to Udders with Quek, Sof, Alina and Pris Sam today. We treated Alina to a scoop of CherryBomb because it's her birthday. Udders sells the best ice cream (read: liquer ice cream). I went high on Tiramisu ice cream (it had Brandy and Cognac), Pris Sam and Quek went high on Rum and Raisin (with double rum), Sofia went high on Baileys and Bourbon ice cream and Lychee Martini ice cream and Alina had her CherryBomb (cherries and cherry liquer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we are not alcoholics. With Pris Sam as our moral compass, I'm sure we'll never be. But the liquer ice cream is oh-so-good! Well, we were a little giggly after the ice cream and made quite a bit of noise (laughter) in the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found a new ice cream to love. Just as how Alina said something along the lines of "who needs Haagen Dazs?" (and tucked into her CherryBomb)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyone who knows Alina knows that she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; over Haagen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6225768537464181691?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6225768537464181691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6225768537464181691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6225768537464181691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6225768537464181691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-you-aretotally-blob-of-fat.html' title='you know you are...totally a blob of fat'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5414802206780654862</id><published>2008-09-21T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:29:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh. back to basics</title><content type='html'>The past week has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the timetable and extra mugging is really just.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than staying back to study, skipping select lectures to continue studying in the library and reading some books to relax in between, I've been fretting whenever I see the countdown board (I think it's down to 39 days?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fretting so much, I am sprouting zits. And that is a very sure sign of my mental health because anyone who knows me long enough will know that I rarely sprout zits. My skin is a little too dry to have zits... and stress is working my oil glands overtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I think the library needs to stock up on Chick Lit. More of that is needed for distressing purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should have:&lt;br /&gt;- More Sophie Kinsella books&lt;br /&gt;- More fantasy books (like Trudi Canavan, Garth Nix or someone along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Rider books! (I know, it's a kids book...and I've kinda read all of it except the last..)&lt;br /&gt;- And just more fantasy books... I'm not much of a crime/mystery person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5414802206780654862?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5414802206780654862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5414802206780654862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5414802206780654862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5414802206780654862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh-back-to-basics.html' title='ugh. back to basics'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1458227516902983544</id><published>2008-09-09T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:21:22.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooddieee</title><content type='html'>I got mah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;hoodie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SMZM22ity7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/GHqAAt8swvA/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SMZM22ity7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/GHqAAt8swvA/s400/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243963321357290418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. I kinda look like a *coughposercough* here..don't mind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice! The material is quite thin and light, so it's good for Singapore's weather. It is so light that I thought they sent me the wrong item when I picked up the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem about the hoodie is that the sleeves are so long. I need my arms to extend by the length of another hand for my hands to stick out...I think you can kinda see that from the photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wondered if Americans have exceptionally long arms (in proportion to their body) or if I have really short arms (in proportion to mine)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is that neither of us are descendants of orangutans. Americans are just taller. Or I am just short. So basically, the XS sized hoodie is actually for tall and skinny Americans! (Or short and average-sized me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Height issues is not the problem. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very pleased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with my hoodie! Loo wants me to bring it tomorrow to flaunt. I just hope I won't screw my hair up when I put it on. It's a pain to put on/take off pullovers when my hair is tied and pinned up. Like my head becomes some pin cushion and the pullover may just... ok.. nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1458227516902983544?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1458227516902983544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1458227516902983544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1458227516902983544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1458227516902983544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/09/hooddieee.html' title='hooddieee'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SMZM22ity7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/GHqAAt8swvA/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2010815508627186330</id><published>2008-09-02T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:51:27.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mrt signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the new MRT signs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SL1STbrWN_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4KhHlMlE2EM/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SL1STbrWN_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4KhHlMlE2EM/s400/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241436035129686002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old MRT sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs that tell you that those special seats are for the elderly/pregnant/hyperactive young kids/injured/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are new signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the MRT today and I got a shock when I saw it. IT WAS SO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to take a photo but felt too paiseh to do it (and I couldn't do it discreetly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;. As though they thought Singaporeans were too blind to comprehend those stick figures in the old sign, so they made a new one that is twice as large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are really too blind. Like myopia has officially taken over or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't feel comfortable sitting at those seats designated for those special people. Not that it's bad to sit there or anything. And besides, if someone really needs a seat, it doesn't matter where he/she sits right? People just have to be gracious enough to offer their seats irregardless of whether the seat is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dark green&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; hot pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my train of thought (haha!) went on to how, in time, Singapore would have to either take out all those signs or plaster those signs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos of our aging population! Soon, everyone would be an elderly and we'll all need to sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly because of our need for more babies. Soon, there will be an influx of preggers! And after those babies are born, there will be an influx of hyperactive young things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of solutions to the problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could have specific carriages for preggers and elderly (kinda like in Japan where they have women carriages). So those who need it can sit and we can leave the jostling, squeezing and armpit smelling to the young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that whatever I thought was rubbish. Well, I thought the solution made sense, but the rest is rubbish. Which means that whatever I just typed was rubbish, whatever you just read was rubbish too! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, look at what studying has done to me... I've gone loco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2010815508627186330?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2010815508627186330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2010815508627186330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2010815508627186330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2010815508627186330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/09/mrt-signs.html' title='mrt signs'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SL1STbrWN_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4KhHlMlE2EM/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2485635222765004248</id><published>2008-08-31T18:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:05:22.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>code blue</title><content type='html'>You know..now is not the time for me to go crazy over another J-drama. But I can't help it that I have escapist tendencies (and so I turn to my J-dramas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago, I gave in and started searching for new J-dramas to watch and came upon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLpwSHB4xYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NZY9Fycd2RM/s1600-h/codeblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLpwSHB4xYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NZY9Fycd2RM/s400/codeblue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240624572825912706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Code Blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect to find a drama that I felt like watching. But I found a medical drama that starred by favourite Japanese actor (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and two actresses who I like too (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aragaki Yui &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Not my fault that they had a good cast and it was a medical drama to boot. It was like finding a Japanese version of Grey's Anatomy minus the sex and plus the action because in this drama, they get to sit in helicoptors to help their patients. So, it short, it seemed cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it stars Yamapi... get ready to hear me gush about him&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quek, are you reading this? I like him more than Edward Cullen ok? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;.... Sofia and Alina are gonna kill me cos of that statement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you should also know that I'm blogging about this because I am so bored and I am suffering from the withdrawal symtoms of having to wait for one week for episode 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the summary of the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The drama's full title is "Code Blue: Doctor Heli Kinkyu Kyumei." The concept is based on Japan's proposal for an emergency medical service using helicopters to quickly reach those in need. A special bill was passed in June 2007 that should foster widespread adoption of the system. Yamashita stars as a young doctor-in-training, working under the guidance of an experienced "flight doctor" (Toshiro Yanagiba). Some scenes will be filmed with a real helicopter, adding to the show's tension. Credits: tokyograph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching 8 out of the 11 episodes, my verdict is that it is one cool show. The drama is very intense. At the start, it may seem a bit slow and repetitive. Emergency, scramble, one of them gets to board the helicoptor and gets to the scene, gets patient back, operate on patient. But it gets better after say, the first 3 episodes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what drew people to the show initially is the cast, and the fact that Yamapi took off his shirt within the first 30 seconds of the first episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, he took off his shirt. I didn't know that that was coming so I was caught off guard. But I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, since when did Yamapi work out?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp3Whb-djI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S_TmvYXEZYE/s1600-h/codebluefullcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp3Whb-djI/AAAAAAAAAY0/S_TmvYXEZYE/s400/codebluefullcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240632345215530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For me, the characters draw me into the show. Because it's not just the emergency situations that make the show so intense but the characters as well. Yamapi's character, Aizawa Kosaku, is the cool headed, negative EQ guy with great skill. Typical. But it makes you want to find out why he acts the way he does. And you do, later in the show. What's even better is that you see him and the other characters develop as well. So they are not so one-dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiraishi Megumi, played by Gakki, is the nice girl who has nothing bad to say but isn't too bad in the surgical room either. Toda Erika plays Hiyama Mihoko who is straightforward, has confidence but underneath the exterior, she can get pretty emotional. Fugikawa Kazuo is the last intern. He is played by Asari Yosuke and is the guy that is lagging far far behind. But I suppose, what he lacks in skill, he tops it up with patient relations. Then the flight nurse, Saejima Haruka played by Higa Manami, has probably the biggest emotional baggage. So at the start, she seems like the bitch, but you'll understand why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp4JvZmFJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qyPPOebiIHQ/s1600-h/gakkiyamapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp4JvZmFJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qyPPOebiIHQ/s400/gakkiyamapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240633225136968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yamapi and Gakki on the heli.. Yamapi looks pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;And I can't read what the article is about, unfortunately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp4Rt8P1SI/AAAAAAAAAZE/sXqapncCdlA/s1600-h/yamapi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLp4Rt8P1SI/AAAAAAAAAZE/sXqapncCdlA/s400/yamapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240633362184394018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yamapi! Did I mention how I like his new hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought of another reason why I started to watch J-dramas again at such an inappropriate time.. It's because&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;there's no more Olympics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;I miss watching swimming, gymnastics and rhythmic gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2485635222765004248?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2485635222765004248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2485635222765004248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2485635222765004248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2485635222765004248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/code-blue.html' title='code blue'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLpwSHB4xYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/NZY9Fycd2RM/s72-c/codeblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-276562863163435873</id><published>2008-08-24T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:24:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugmugmugggerrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH MY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelims starting tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I've been mugging in school with Khiu, Quek, Calvin and Joseph till like 9.30pm (we would like to stay till later but the drunken security guard chased us out once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's been quite productive studying in school and the weather has been great so I feel more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLDRz5isg2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7gpkyrxg4hA/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLDRz5isg2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7gpkyrxg4hA/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237917056181764962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun setting and blinding me as I do... what seems like my econs stuff. I think that's perfect competition. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok lah. That photo has been edited with my photoeditor... BUT the sun really was very bright!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Exams coming up. I would like to thank my iPod for keeping me company. I really don't know what I'll do without my music. I'll just die. I have different music for different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to wake up to study, listen to Arctic Monkeys and jump around to Brianstorm or something. It works. (I tried it last night. My grandma told me to shut up but I ignored her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to chill... I'd say Feist or Interpol (it really depends on my mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-276562863163435873?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/276562863163435873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=276562863163435873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/276562863163435873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/276562863163435873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/mugmugmugggerrr.html' title='mugmugmugggerrr'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SLDRz5isg2I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7gpkyrxg4hA/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-928167704679149076</id><published>2008-08-19T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:20:53.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh!</title><content type='html'>Today is happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed for more than one hour non stop this afternoon. Seriously. People from A06 are so crazy. We did so many crazy things in a classroom. And we shut the doors and windows so we pretty much wreaked havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our laughter could be heard from far away lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just spent our time taking dumb photos and some silly videos of us cat walking and crap. And we did a remix of our H2 Literature stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A remix. Like a rap with beats. And imitations. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just visit my class blog for some photos. But the photos there are like only 10% of what we did I think. The videos are wayy funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFIA! Please put them up on Youtube asap! But I know you are very busy. Ok. Will not pressure you any further... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-928167704679149076?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/928167704679149076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=928167704679149076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/928167704679149076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/928167704679149076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/laugh.html' title='laugh!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2672045555443755396</id><published>2008-08-12T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:24:47.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>Photos from Miss Huang's wedding and our Clarke Quay outing!&lt;br /&gt;And because of the way I uploaded the photos... the wedding ones are at the bottom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG4NrUt9AI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BmoA3XHrKus/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG4NrUt9AI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BmoA3XHrKus/s400/DSC01547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666787088659458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARKE QUAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG3vgz6I3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/P3wXy2FKECc/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG3vgz6I3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/P3wXy2FKECc/s400/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233666268870615922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Pump Room. I really like the decor of the place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG3QhTk4fI/AAAAAAAAAYM/COizdrspVJE/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG3QhTk4fI/AAAAAAAAAYM/COizdrspVJE/s400/DSC01577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233665736427495922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quek and myself enjoying our margarita (they look so pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG2yBELyxI/AAAAAAAAAYE/r8L2kto5y6o/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG2yBELyxI/AAAAAAAAAYE/r8L2kto5y6o/s400/DSC01512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233665212376926994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys at the wedding: Calvin, Wei Chiang, Em, Joseph. What's up with that pair of shades? And what's with the latest fad (shutter glasses or something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG1f6JjnVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zz8s_A-oIDE/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG1f6JjnVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zz8s_A-oIDE/s400/DSC01495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233663801771138386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the pew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG0Z1w06zI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ORQhkoVw6F4/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG0Z1w06zI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ORQhkoVw6F4/s400/DSC01500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233662598002830130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls after the wedding ceremony: Jia Lin, Mew, myself, Raissa, Quek, Jia Lun and Khiu!&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKGzxA8p_EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TbvXcGcau_4/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKGzxA8p_EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TbvXcGcau_4/s400/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233661896630598722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo! Miss Huang is, of course, the best looking. I have no clue why Shaun doesn't want to face the cam... his belt buckle was hilarious though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2672045555443755396?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2672045555443755396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2672045555443755396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2672045555443755396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2672045555443755396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SKG4NrUt9AI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BmoA3XHrKus/s72-c/DSC01547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-703717846729750643</id><published>2008-08-10T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:42:42.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SJ50VjGPZuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Yfkx7pQ7oKc/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SJ50VjGPZuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Yfkx7pQ7oKc/s400/Breaking_Dawn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232747730598586082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mentioned that I finished this book in my previous post (yesterday)... and last night, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I decided to blog about it to clear my thoughts and to add some closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there are spoilers ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I thought that the book was a fun read. There were a lot of shocking developments. Probably more than the developments of the past 3 books combined. Of course there were horrifying moments. Bella's whole pregnancy thing was simply hard to read. It was really painful mostly because it was so gross - the whole evil immortal infant thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of Twilight fans didn't like this development of the book but I do understand why Meyer made Bella pregnant and made Bella go through all that shit. The whole thing was a development of Bella's and Edward's relationship and it is just such a Bella thing to be so self-sacrificial to risk her life for a baby that was, for most of the book, thought to be some sort of succubus. Still, I tried to keep my imagination shut during the gory scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stuff in the book were the more fun stuff. I enjoyed it because they were really funny. Even the chapter titles when in Jacob's POV were funny. Bella's superpower was uber cool. And I really liked some of the visiting vamps. But I suppose the ending of the book left me feeling weird because of just how.... there is no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that the ending sucked. It was good, it was happy but it was so indefinite because the vamps are immortal! So I couldn't help thinking about what happens after. What will happen a decade later? A century? A millenia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this leaves room for more books if Meyer wants to continue with series in that universe. Maybe in Renesme's POV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-703717846729750643?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/703717846729750643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=703717846729750643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/703717846729750643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/703717846729750643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='breaking dawn'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SJ50VjGPZuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Yfkx7pQ7oKc/s72-c/Breaking_Dawn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4607348640996528377</id><published>2008-08-09T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:59:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after dawn</title><content type='html'>I've wasted so many days not studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed and Thurs: Spent being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: National Day celeb, Miss Huang's wedding, going out to Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (today): nothing much really.... Finished Breaking Dawn (YAY), went for tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really.. yesterday was the bomb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quek, Khiu, Calvin, Joseph and myself went to Clarke Quay after Miss Huang's wedding. There were actually more councillors with us. Much more. But they all left to Dhoby Ghaut to play pool or something. We decided that going to Clarke Quay to chill would be a much better choice for us... considering that we were nicely dressed for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to The Pump Room for dinner and chill time. It was a random choice, really. We didn't mind spending for just one night so we randomly picked a place. The bistro was really good! It had nice ambience, pretty good service, good food. All of us except Joseph (who was, I quote, the "responsible guy"), had alcoholic drinks that cost a bomb. Nothing strong to get us drunk but really just for fun - we don't go to such places very often.. and soft drinks were 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was really happy night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all concussed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel/Jerico/HQ/Tina: I'm ok..really! Did I really sound that depressed? I'm fine lah. I bounce back quite fast..... But thanks for your concern! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: Don't worry! My red chucks are still my favourite pair of shoes...haha Although it's kinda falling apart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4607348640996528377?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4607348640996528377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4607348640996528377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4607348640996528377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4607348640996528377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-dawn.html' title='after dawn'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2890438584890720787</id><published>2008-08-06T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:45:45.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and it all started with one chocolate coated muesli bar and half a packet of salt &amp;amp; vinegar chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add in a few classmates with the virus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voila! You get me being sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining so much. Better to fall ill now than during the exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2890438584890720787?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2890438584890720787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2890438584890720787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2890438584890720787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2890438584890720787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5689179016116559091</id><published>2008-07-28T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:25:49.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up mashed up</title><content type='html'>Today started out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news from my sis that her company is interested in having me work for them after the A Levels. In the marketing department no less! I'm pretty interested in marketing so it's cool that my sis asked them about the spot. Actually, I asked my sis to check for me and she did. Apparently, after August, the NUS and SMU interns will leave so there will be free space. I didn't think that I'd be able to get a job there (albeit a job that includes the usual photocopying, coffee-pouring, paper-shredding, etc) because my sister works for a pretty huge firm. It's some headhunting firm based in London and it has many many offices all over the world. I thought that they wouldn't be interested in a small fry like me and since their interns are all undergrads, I thought I wouldn't be given a second thought. Anyway, no harm asking so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can pray for now is that the spot will still be free at around January 2009. Lots of stuff can happen between now till then so I hope that I'll still be able to join then. 'Cos I wouldn't be surprised if they get someone better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the news brightened up my early morning. But the rest of the day sucked. It was really bad. I really felt like punching a hole in a wall. Not going to narrate about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part about today was the talk I had with my mum. Yesterday, I felt quite stressed by the thought of the Prelims and I let it show by telling my mum that I'd fail. So obviously, she worried the hell out for me. Being a little calmer today, I told her that I didn't mean what I said. Honestly, I don't think I'd fail Prelims... or at least I can't afford to fail prelims because.... IT IS THE PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum really needs me to do well for my prelims as an encouragement. My dad as well. After my talk with my mum, I realised that I'm stupid for stressing out. Things just seemed clearer after I talked to her. Well, the huge mountain before me is still there. It just seems more accessible than before. Things were really put into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond studies, my mum also told me about my family's financial situation. Medicine for my dad is costing thousands and my tuition fees are high too. So now money saving is going to be one of my priorities as well. I need money for all the plans after the As. I'll need to save up for it now. I don't think I'd feel comfortable asking my mum for too much money. Maybe I'll not go for some of my class outings to cut costs (I'll go for the cheaper and more important ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The journey is more important than the end or the start&lt;br /&gt;And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard"&lt;br /&gt;- Enth E Nd, Linkin Park Reanimation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5689179016116559091?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5689179016116559091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5689179016116559091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5689179016116559091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5689179016116559091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-up-mashed-up.html' title='mixed up mashed up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1866016571744019590</id><published>2008-07-27T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:10:01.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>I'm quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are in 4 - 5 weeks and there just isn't enough time to study. And I found out from my tuition teacher that TJC gets Week 10 off as study break. This means they get 2 weeks off to prepare (week 10 and Sept hols).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for SA, we start our exams in Week 10 (I received an email from Miss Sin... GP's on the 25th of August). And my timetable sucks so bad. Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays are packed till 6.30pm. I'm so exhausted by the time I reach home, all I do is just lie on the sofa like a slug. Wednesdays and Fridays are my only saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why can't we get 2 weeks off to study too?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having thoughts of just skipping school. I know Miss Wee said she'll send letters to our parents or whatnot. Well, it won't work if my parents approve of me skipping in the first place. I also haven't finished my quota of letters as MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem here is that I can't skip my packed days because I have Lit on my packed days. Skipping Lit is a huge no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that at this rate, I'll do worse for Prelims than I did for BT2. And I really can't go any lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to suppress my Stress-O-Meter which is showing signs of skyrocketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never really thought about this before today. I don't think anyone has actually thought about this. Everyone's minds just diverts away from work. The other day, my class discussed post A's parties (and the Prelims have yet to start)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the As to be over! Lots of cool stuff coming up after As...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1866016571744019590?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1866016571744019590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1866016571744019590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1866016571744019590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1866016571744019590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6497065085978539879</id><published>2008-07-19T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:57.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th to 31st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHJ2H9mbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ecVjpsNHBUw/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHJ2H9mbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ecVjpsNHBUw/s400/DSC01034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746383432325554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th SC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHfkt5LDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/M62ysVcJQg0/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHfkt5LDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/M62ysVcJQg0/s400/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746756716702770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30th and 31st Functions comm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHx6Mn4FI/AAAAAAAAAXc/X5EOQM_z5k4/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHx6Mn4FI/AAAAAAAAAXc/X5EOQM_z5k4/s400/DSC01068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224747071720382546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the committee that brought all that suffering to the 31st.... Selection Camp comm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a few of all that photos we took after Commendation lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6497065085978539879?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6497065085978539879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6497065085978539879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6497065085978539879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6497065085978539879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/30th-to-31st.html' title='30th to 31st'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SIIHJ2H9mbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ecVjpsNHBUw/s72-c/DSC01034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8618323622890979946</id><published>2008-07-10T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:30:28.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stepping down</title><content type='html'>I'm honestly glad to have stepped down from council because I feel that it is time to sit down and focus on my studies. But, like any other councillor from the 30th, letting go is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that today was an emotional day is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day not just full of emotions but memories, nostalgia, heartache, blood, sweat and tears. Everything really culminated to today. When Amanda read her speech, almost everyone cried. When she choked halfway during her speech, many of us choked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most painful part would've been when we took off our badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left us naked, fragile, open and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a small piece of metal and enamel can have such an effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not the badge but the person that makes the councillor", that's what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;say. But the badge really symbolises all that we've achieved and been through in our term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on stage, I remembered all the stuff I've planned for and participated in. I remembered the time I had with my council mates as we went to cheer; as we came back during the holidays to paint or have dry runs; as we did all the sai kang that no one else would willingly do; as we appeared to be the laughing stock in front of the school but we still held our head high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've come a long way from the start of term. Council really let me grow because I've never been so involved in anything in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those late nights, all that exhaustion and all that emotional drainage is really worth it. Not just the face value of a "fantastic" SGC. But everything else that is so much more important and so much more valuable than that piece of paper (and the said piece of paper is due next week. Haven't started writing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as everyone said,  this chapter has closed and a new one has begun. My A Level papers are waiting to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the stepping down ceremony video that the video people (Eugene and Jeriel, GOOD JOB!) posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://xml.truveo.com/eb/i/1057403690/a/58ef677afb89fc040e3dec6de7dd6c26/p/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you feel the heartbeat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8618323622890979946?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8618323622890979946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8618323622890979946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8618323622890979946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8618323622890979946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/stepping-down.html' title='stepping down'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-502757813909412784</id><published>2008-07-07T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my Mum today! She had Robinsons vouchers so I went with her to buy underwear.... and I bought shoes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SHIbrtYSwEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oAq_CCQ77h0/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SHIbrtYSwEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oAq_CCQ77h0/s400/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220265355805638722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. All of you must be like "omg Rachel, that is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sooooo&lt;/span&gt; not you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RED CHUCKS?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still loveee my red chucks. I just saw this pair and I liked it (the buckle specifically...and the colour too). And I don't have many shoes like that (only 1 actually; a gold pair that gives me blisters) and I don't really like to wear my Mum's closet-full of heels. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out, I received the relay about the Econs assignment due tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; Now I gotta stay up to do the damn assignment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-502757813909412784?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/502757813909412784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=502757813909412784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/502757813909412784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/502757813909412784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SHIbrtYSwEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/oAq_CCQ77h0/s72-c/DSC00474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6433853972733600073</id><published>2008-07-03T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:58.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math</title><content type='html'>I really give it to Pris Goh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that she actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drew&lt;/span&gt; the mouse and cheese ball illustrated in a question in our math BT2 P1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SGzfTgWSMuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/sAwAcAw_Fz8/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SGzfTgWSMuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/sAwAcAw_Fz8/s400/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218791594409472738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally passed my math but unfortunately, this paper is only 2/3 of the entire result. There's still one more paper to go. I got 49/100. Which is an E. Which missed a D by one mark. Whatever. I'm semi-happy about it. Well.... relieved that I passed but yet... not upset that I didn't do well, but upset that I'm so far below compared to say, J1 promos despite all the practice. And I really feel that at this stage, we should be doing better. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Kellyn said, there are worse things to worry about out there; poverty, terrorism, war, hunger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6433853972733600073?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6433853972733600073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6433853972733600073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6433853972733600073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6433853972733600073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/07/math.html' title='math'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SGzfTgWSMuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/sAwAcAw_Fz8/s72-c/DSC00473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7377031495120983838</id><published>2008-06-29T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:36:52.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keepon and spoon</title><content type='html'>Keepon, the cute Japanese robot, danced to Spoon's "Don't You Evah". Which, I feel is a killer combo because Keepon is so cute and I love the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the vid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWcNYFQ5TLE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWcNYFQ5TLE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And I hope you don't obsess about getting a Keepon after this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7377031495120983838?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7377031495120983838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7377031495120983838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7377031495120983838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7377031495120983838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/keepon-and-spoon.html' title='keepon and spoon'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7185335596317937801</id><published>2008-06-27T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:00:59.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;JUST AS "BRUTALLY TAGGED BY QUIZ-LOVING FRIENDS" (quote from Loo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* 28 sounds nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) How many children do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) What I want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* the post A levels holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) What are your future plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* You don't want to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) If you can have 1 more dream to come true, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* I'll wish for the post Alevel holidays twice. So that it'll come faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* I'll quote Loo and Cheng: hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) Do you believe in being in love forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* yeah. why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8) From the first letter of your name, what would the letter best describe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* R- Rabid. No, not really. Radical? No..I'm not some hippie. I don't know. Rancid? Ew. Retarded? I think some will agree. Refined? HAH! Robotic. (I'll tell you what, when I find the right adjective then I'll tell you..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9) How strong(in your heart) can you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* As strong as an anvil? haha. Quite strong, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10) What's your favourite song and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* (I changed this question and I set myself up cos I have too many songs that I like)&lt;br /&gt;I think my fave, as of now, is still Pride by U2. I've liked it for years! I like it because of the guitar riffs, the lyrics and it was used in Moulin Rouge in the Elephant Medley (but that's besides the point). Yeah. I likey. But if you wanted a list of favourite songs, I can just go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11) Which type of person you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* The type that made these quizzes..... nah. The Mr Collinses, probably. But there are many types that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12) Do you cherish every single of your friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* hmm. I don't think so? But there are some that I wish I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13) (I CHANGED THIS QN) If you have 100 dollars now (heheheh purposely don't put so much leh) what will you spend it on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* A couple of CDs and books...yes. A nice long visit to HMV and Kinokuniya will be fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14) What do you think is most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Music. It keeps me sane. (and thus, my iPod as it plays my music and my Sennheisers for being fantastic headphones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15) Do you find it necessary for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Not now lah. No time no time. I never found it necessary as of yet. But I suppose having a companion would be nice sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16) What do you want your friend to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Just the way they are. Who am I to say what they should be like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17) What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* A friend they can rely on, I suppose. It's nice to know that some friends are willing to find you for help and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18) If you have a change, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* .... I have too many faults.... my impatience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19) If you're feeling low one day, who will you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* The usual friends. I don't feel quite comfortable talking about my emotions to anyone though. I don't mind typing it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20) If you could be someone, anyone right now, who would you be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;* Megan McCormick from Globe Trekker. I think she has the coolest job ever. And I really want to travel. (I'm such an escapist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from above, and add in your personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. (Come on people change the questions for the better - some of them are so cheesy-typical-Singaporean-teenager-rubbish D: ) Then tag 8 people in your links at the end of the post. Notify them through their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only tag one. and I'll tag Quek! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7185335596317937801?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7185335596317937801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7185335596317937801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7185335596317937801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7185335596317937801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-again.html' title='tagged again'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7751257159259577266</id><published>2008-06-26T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:52:10.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was tagged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty darn explosive, I think.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'll probably start Cold War 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. If you can have dreams come true, what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel all over the world. Hold the dream job of being a Globe Trekker presenter. Have a seafront house in a quiet, peaceful island. Have a pilot's license. Visit outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable and cosy with no tacky, overplayed music. I think the soundtrack will be remotely romantic in the conventional sense. Maybe I'll play Interpol, Arctic Monkeys, Coldplay, Broken Social Scene and Feist (don't mind me, I'm currently into these artistes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want more than my close friends and family members. I don't intend to shake hands of people whom I don't know. I don't intend to take photos with 50 different tables (with the people that I don't know). And most importantly, the food must be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably hold it at the beach. Probably not Sentosa though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University is what lies ahead. After that? We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Smart. Understands sarcasm. I love dark hair and blue eyes. Good music taste (if he listens to Simple Plan, he should date a 14 year old. And that would be gross). Sense of adventure. Patient. Animal lover. Athletic. Does not use vulgarities too generously. Non-smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both? Must I choose?&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Um. Being loved by someone allows you to love others right? If not we'll all be Lord Voldemorts. Like how through God's love can we love others. Cos humans are imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is whether he actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; of my feelings. If he does and he reciprocates, I don't mind waiting for say... 4 years? I don't know. This is so relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is there anything that's made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindrape.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok. Don't panic. I'm just referring to the bane of all students - exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has traveled many places (I intend to travel while I'm young. How are you supposed to climb mountains with brittle bones and aching backs?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably someone who has matured a lot more from who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends, of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that she is cool because she's a fellow Mac user XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich. Marriage without money don't really last long anyway. I'm not being materialistic or anything.. I have seen my parents when they went through a financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'd like to keep my sanity, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a pros and cons list of each person and choose from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably think deep about it and trust my gut instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5 ppl i am gonna tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, Hui Ping, Joanne Quek, Joanne Chen, Perdana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people, according to the rules are supposed to tag 5 others then continue this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7751257159259577266?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7751257159259577266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7751257159259577266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7751257159259577266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7751257159259577266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/quizz.html' title='quizz'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8835587855224883415</id><published>2008-06-22T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:58.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the house thing</title><content type='html'>Sofia did this. Ripped it off her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF5TB1VkDNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fM_IfvNV_aI/s1600-h/592635.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF5TB1VkDNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fM_IfvNV_aI/s400/592635.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214696709504109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be. You are not a romantic person by nature. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm... Pretty spot on, I'd say. Although... I may be quite a realist, I do feel that the world should be different as it is now.. And the quiz didn't ask me if I drew an observatory window. Cos I did (see roof). So that does make me a romantic right? Liking to see stars and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am certainly a freedom lover and I can be a neat freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8835587855224883415?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8835587855224883415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8835587855224883415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8835587855224883415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8835587855224883415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-thing.html' title='the house thing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF5TB1VkDNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fM_IfvNV_aI/s72-c/592635.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2806703893464323298</id><published>2008-06-21T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coldplayyyyyyyyy not</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, Coldplay's latest album, Viva La Vida, got leaked online a couple of weeks ago prior to the official release last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF0OXUPWctI/AAAAAAAAAWs/71OG0FEYrXk/s1600-h/VivaLaVida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF0OXUPWctI/AAAAAAAAAWs/71OG0FEYrXk/s400/VivaLaVida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214339737297777362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm so impatient, I obviously downloaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the album. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; better than X&amp;amp;Y and different from their style in Parachutes and A Rush Of Blood To The Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I like the album so much, I decided to buy the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I did. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my luck really sucks because the bloody CD is damaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know. So shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD plays well until the last song (Death And All His Friends) where it jams at 1.21 minutes.  Uploading it to my iTunes freezes it there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Death and all his friends visited my CD and made their presence felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(receipt says damaged goods have to be returned within 3 days. WTH. I'm not going to town for the next forever! But looks like I'll have to try to go down tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2806703893464323298?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2806703893464323298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2806703893464323298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2806703893464323298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2806703893464323298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/coldplayyyyyyyyy-not.html' title='coldplayyyyyyyyy not'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SF0OXUPWctI/AAAAAAAAAWs/71OG0FEYrXk/s72-c/VivaLaVida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2999491919004319941</id><published>2008-06-17T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:41:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one</title><content type='html'>Guess who got bored again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why there's a new layout for this blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my class blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been studying. I just can't stand looking at my books for more than 3 hours in a row. And my attention span isn't very long. I told my tuition teacher that I spend as much time studying as I do on the com. So if I mug for 6 hours, chances are, I'll spend 6 hours (or more) online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fair trade-off. (trying to convince myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been feeling really frustrated recently. Frustrated, irritable and I have a feeling that I have a perpetual frown everytime I look at my books. Which is pretty much all the time. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of the holidays left. This is one of the most restless and unsettling holidays ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 signs you know you've sold your soul to the books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The only fiction books you read are your Lit texts (and even so, you hardly touch them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you read the newspapers and catch the headlines about inflation, the definition, formula and consequences pop into your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) While you lie on your bed, you are doing a mental checklist of what work you've done and what work you are going to do the next day. And testing yourself on comparative advantage before your mind switches off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Every time you see 'i', you think of square root minus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You type binomcdf on your GC faster than scrolling to your Coldplay playlist in your iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Antony says, and as Loo had posted on her blog - "I'm dying, Egypt, dying"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2999491919004319941?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2999491919004319941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2999491919004319941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2999491919004319941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2999491919004319941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-one.html' title='another one'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7798235532135017800</id><published>2008-06-13T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:54:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa picsss</title><content type='html'>I decided to open this post with an unglam picture of Sofia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFKLJISV4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/H-kXG4g30Vs/s1600-h/SI851509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFKLJISV4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/H-kXG4g30Vs/s400/SI851509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027799134066562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia, please don't kill me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFKFDmSjpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8dcbHGKWRPE/s1600-h/SI851496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFKFDmSjpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8dcbHGKWRPE/s400/SI851496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027694570081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo! At the Vivo sky park where we ate dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJ3WtdNII/AAAAAAAAAWU/1C-GlwBnwEg/s1600-h/SI851460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJ3WtdNII/AAAAAAAAAWU/1C-GlwBnwEg/s400/SI851460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027459182244994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. I think it looks cool. The colours and lighting are very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJvx9RmvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VrDzQOKcJBc/s1600-h/SI851458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJvx9RmvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VrDzQOKcJBc/s400/SI851458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027329057397490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not pointing at random people. We were pointing at Dawn who we met. yup. And shouting her name at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJgr2DquI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0gkga7yHTng/s1600-h/SI851454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJgr2DquI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0gkga7yHTng/s400/SI851454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211027069718473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Pris looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJO1eN6JI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zV8783I-qbE/s1600-h/Sentosa.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFJO1eN6JI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zV8783I-qbE/s400/Sentosa.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211026763065190546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bench where we stopped for 10 mins to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFINuJfcuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tENPTG_JGOY/s1600-h/Sentosa..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFINuJfcuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tENPTG_JGOY/s400/Sentosa..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211025644407714530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the Haruhi pose. XD that bench is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK. Got to go eat my noodles and watch Germany vs. Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7798235532135017800?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7798235532135017800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7798235532135017800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7798235532135017800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7798235532135017800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentosa-picsss.html' title='sentosa picsss'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SFFKLJISV4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/H-kXG4g30Vs/s72-c/SI851509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-553846124815270485</id><published>2008-06-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:51:31.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa</title><content type='html'>I'm SO sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts realll bad because of the burn. It's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. I currently have a sunburn the shape of a racer-back top. And shorts too. It's quite gross, I think. But oh well. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the A06 Sentosa outing photos after the camera people post them... We had fun cam-whoring and even finger-gunfighting. This bunch of Ah Bengs (with tattoos, cigarettes and girlfriends) were like watching us as we finger-gunfighted/fought/whatever. We also played volleyball and captain's ball with this bunch of kids from Republic Poly and SP (if I am not wrong). And we also celebrated the birthdays of the June babies! Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at the Vivocity sky park thingy. I really hate Vivo's architecture. It looks like a dead coral. It was suppose to look like a coral. Problem is, corals are only white when they die. And the whole damn building is white on the outside. But I like the sky park because it's a fun place. It's a cool concept (as Pris Sam had pointed out). So we sat at the amphitheatre thing and ate there. Pris Sam and I shared a box of BEEF CHILI CHEESE FRIES! yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the BIG rule for today was to never say the word "study" or "work" or anything pertaining to the exams. For once, the F-word was not censored but study became the S-word. We had fun gasping whenever Pris Sam said the S-word. She didn't know about the rule because she was late...haha. She learned soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I'm really sleeeepy. going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-553846124815270485?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/553846124815270485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=553846124815270485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/553846124815270485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/553846124815270485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentosa.html' title='sentosa'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5100609224684391867</id><published>2008-06-04T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>I've been so restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hooked on Interpol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got a whole load of work to do that I just can't seem to do properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like my wallpaper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEajw2TZbwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UESAkReQ63A/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEajw2TZbwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UESAkReQ63A/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030078706478850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEaiwGTZbvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UclekBcoqwE/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEaiwGTZbvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UclekBcoqwE/s400/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028966309949170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and my niece Photo Booth-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from (it explains why the words are so colourful):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogofbrains.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(word for word)1 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1- Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Random quotations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.(If you want to do this again, youll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Go to flickr explore the last seven days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.Put it all together, thats your debut album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Band name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play It as It Lays&lt;/span&gt; (no kidding, it's a book title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Album title: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Race is indiscriminate charity&lt;/span&gt; (when taken out of the context of the full quote, this really makes no sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Album cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEbHaWTZbxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qLO8FdAAfdo/s1600-h/albumartworkhaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEbHaWTZbxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qLO8FdAAfdo/s400/albumartworkhaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208069274578022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine my band to be one with a female bassist, plays alternative/indie rock with cool bass lines and guitar riffs. Judging by the album cover, the sound will probably be more chill. The album title makes me go -.- but I guess there will be songs with political/social themes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really into Interpol now... so the song that's playing in my head is Narc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5100609224684391867?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5100609224684391867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5100609224684391867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5100609224684391867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5100609224684391867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/06/hols.html' title='hols'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SEajw2TZbwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UESAkReQ63A/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4071374224052381202</id><published>2008-05-28T19:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:03.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MACBOOK</title><content type='html'>Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I took some photos with Photobooth. Unfortunately, I'm alone (save for my grandma). It's a very fun function for large gatherings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1ko2TZbrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T125DqtPjzE/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1ko2TZbrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T125DqtPjzE/s400/Photo+41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427397244579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1kiGTZbqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DumThsMpmnU/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1kiGTZbqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DumThsMpmnU/s400/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427281280462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1kcGTZbpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NJj0-rzJQUI/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1kcGTZbpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NJj0-rzJQUI/s400/Photo+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205427178201247378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really prefer these functions compared to the mirror-image functions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But those are more fun for laughs..&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially, once again, part of the Apple community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum agreed to get me a Macbook last week and we went to buy it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1KfmTZbfI/AAAAAAAAATU/tha0x4ojDII/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1KfmTZbfI/AAAAAAAAATU/tha0x4ojDII/s400/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205398651028467186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how many white coloured gadgets I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pretty good deal for the Mac. Macbooks are currently bundled with Applecare and Microsoft Office since it's the GSS. I got the cheapest model (but still very capable - 120 GB harddrive, 2.1 GHz, 1GB RAM) and upgraded the ram. They upgraded it to 4GB RAM for $138. Pretty good deal eh? I know Epicentre upgrades the ram from 1GB to 2GB for 99 buckeroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also gave me a free sleeve (that thing you keep your laptops in) and a discount on the  keypad rubber protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While checking out the mice (as in the gadget), my mum was giving a facial card to the girl who served us (she just graduated from poly). Before I knew it, my mum had a crowd of people around her with her giving out facial cards to the employees there (they were all very young). I have to really hand it to my mother's sales and marketing skills (and her bargaining skills too!).  Apparently, the sales people there thought my skin was good so they got interested when my mum revealed her occupation and her discount cards. My mum's lucky that I don't have a hideous pimple today. When I get pimples (as rare as they come) they are really hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some screenshots of my mac in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1Mw2TZbgI/AAAAAAAAATc/lwKlc_lNYXM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1Mw2TZbgI/AAAAAAAAATc/lwKlc_lNYXM/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205401146404466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. I'm not a Starhub user. I'm just sour that the wifi at Changi Airport is under Starhub and I'm a Singtel user. But I think I can still access the wifi as long as I have a Wireless@SG account (correct me if I am wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a closer look at that very interesting looking wallpaper? Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1Nm2TZbhI/AAAAAAAAATk/NDFz3cPPyxw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1Nm2TZbhI/AAAAAAAAATk/NDFz3cPPyxw/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205402074117402130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is none other than the very hot, very drool-worthy Gaspard Ulliel! I tried out many different photos of him. This one looked best on tile mode. The photos weren't quite big enough to fill the screen nicely on their own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough drooling over my Mac (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from the boating trip over the Vesak weekend (last week):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1PJGTZboI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OBTftoo2LmA/s1600-h/beefbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1PJGTZboI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OBTftoo2LmA/s400/beefbbq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403762039549570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbecued beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"as she receives the slab of charred meat on her plate, making it dip a little with its weight so that grease and blood run across it and spread" - Fasting, Feasting, page 165&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really really love beef. And the red stuff is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; blood but Tabasco. And I support female rights and not patriarchy. And I quoted Fasting, Feasting for fun. I don't believe in the values that meat represents in the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1PDmTZbnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yKdH1pxdmRg/s1600-h/taryerrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1PDmTZbnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yKdH1pxdmRg/s400/taryerrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403667550269042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters at the grill! And the pit was really small and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1O62TZbmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oqohjGeTw28/s1600-h/sentosaad2XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1O62TZbmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oqohjGeTw28/s400/sentosaad2XD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403517226413666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa Advertisement number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1O0GTZblI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8V32IZh-7o0/s1600-h/sentosaadXD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1O0GTZblI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8V32IZh-7o0/s400/sentosaadXD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403401262296658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentosa Advertisement number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and I thought that these 2 shots looked like some Sentosa advert - families running in some offshore island without a care in the world and a baby posing like a supermodel when she's really barely 2 years old (that's my niece!). Other than that, I thought I looked quite unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OuGTZbkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B4B2VPufBi4/s1600-h/sistas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OuGTZbkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B4B2VPufBi4/s400/sistas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403298183081538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sisters with alcohol. And my sis is wearing her daughter's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OomTZbjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gyyvElEE4SE/s1600-h/chardonnay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OomTZbjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/gyyvElEE4SE/s400/chardonnay2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403203693801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister took a little too much chardonnay. We thought this shot looked like some Carlsberg World of Friends advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OjWTZbiI/AAAAAAAAATs/51MI15KGfqE/s1600-h/chardonnay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1OjWTZbiI/AAAAAAAAATs/51MI15KGfqE/s400/chardonnay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205403113499487778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. She took too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4071374224052381202?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4071374224052381202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4071374224052381202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4071374224052381202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4071374224052381202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/05/macbook.html' title='MACBOOK'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SD1ko2TZbrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T125DqtPjzE/s72-c/Photo+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7157077929660598439</id><published>2008-05-19T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:46:56.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yachting</title><content type='html'>I've found a new luxury item to own....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yacht! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yachting trip today really made me feel like I want to get a personal yacht when I'm older. So that I can take weekend trips to the southern islands where the beaches are way better than those on Sentosa. Sentosa has crowded beaches where the odds of getting hit by a volleyball is higher than finding a seashell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off for the yacht at Onedegree 15 at Sentosa Cove. The yacht wasn't one of those gimungous boats with 3 tiers and air-conditioned luxury cabins. It was a nice medium sized and cozy boat with wooden finish. It's 20 years old, if I am not mistaken, so it's got attitude as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite queasy in the beginning because after leaving the pier, we stopped somewhere to fish. The boat, being stationary, rocked a lot. I really wanted to puke at some points. But it was very peaceful and calm. The weather was FANTASTIC - sunny and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of today was really the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat stopped about 100 to 200 odd metres from a really beautiful beach at Lazarus Island (I think). My sis and I swam from the boat to the island and back to the boat. The water was simply refreshing. It was cool and impossibly deep... not to mention terribly salty. I had saltwater up my nose three times during the swim. But the swim was GREAT; the whole sunburn thing my mum was complaining about was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight was when the boat was cruising along Sentosa. It went pass the three beaches there and I tried waving at the beach-goers but I don't think they can see me anyway. I spent my time (as the boat was cruising) on the front deck where there was shade and a really cool wind. On top of that, I was alone to enjoy the tranquility and to hear the waves beating against the boat. And to see oncoming waves from other boats. By this time, I had gotten over the seasickness. So I really enjoyed the ride to the fullest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 songs taking turns to play in my head during the boat trip. The first is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamworld&lt;/span&gt; by Rilo Kiley and the second is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful Ones&lt;/span&gt; by Suede. During the latter part of the trip, I spent time alone on the upper deck listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreamworld&lt;/span&gt; as I watched an eagle soar over St. John's Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the trip really let us enjoy, bond, and to leave our cares behind just for one day. I didn't even think about anything pertaining to Literature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be in....as soon as my sister uploads them! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7157077929660598439?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7157077929660598439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7157077929660598439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7157077929660598439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7157077929660598439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/05/yachting.html' title='yachting'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3140847781090421031</id><published>2008-05-10T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:05:18.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post ironman</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I watched Iron Man yesterday with dad and my second sis. And as I said, it was good - funny and action packed. All three of us thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week - SA versus ACS I rugby finals, SA versus VJ soccer girls finals and Vesak weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the school administration decided to let us J2s off early to go down to the Padang to support our rugby team. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; our last year in SA after all; and we can't leave without witnessing the finals of the rugby season (which we did not qualify for last year). SA has a rugby culture after all... rugby being one of the core ccas. I go to the matches for the excitement though. Rugby matches are quite fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vesak weekend was intended to be spent at a kelong in Malaysia. However, we scrapped the idea after my sis found out that the kelong had communal sleeping arrangements - something my mother will freak out at (although the rest of us don't mind it at all). And my family really doesn't want to have to withstand my mother's complaints. It's not exactly the best or most enjoyable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister made other plans and now, we are spending Vesak day on a private yacht that she rented. I think we'll be going out to sea to fish? Or island hop? Either way, it is an outing for my dad. An outing where we can relax together as a family and where my dad can fish (because he likes it). We intended to go this June, but my sister says that my dad's next chemotherapy appointment is coming up and considering he suffered for more than a month after his first chemo session, we shouldn't push this outing to after May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite upsetting though - that my family is only coming together for a vacation because of my dad's condition. My sister commented the other day that my family has never gone overseas together; even if we did, it was probably at least 10 years ago when all of us were young and free. Now, my sisters are all grown up and everyone is busy working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that a family should find time for each other and not wait for something so drastic before they find an excuse to spend time together. My family isn't so bad - we have dinners together often enough. But I still feel that time spent with family is not time wasted and time spent with family should take precedence; people should block out time to be with their loved ones before they regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family dinners are good but vacations would be better wouldn't it? Personally, I feel that I can fully throw my cares away when I'm out of the country because in other countries, there is nothing to remind me of work or whatever. I think that when people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; relaxed, they can spend more value time with each other. And being overseas is more fun anyway - that's the charm in vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being relaxed, I spent a very relaxing time at Clarke Quay all afternoon. I met with Joanne Quek, Alina and Pris Goh to do our Lit presentation. But, as you might expect, we ended up digressing like mad and completed really little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Pris Goh needed to eat so we went to Pepper Lunch and she ate there while we started our discussion. After that, we decided that we wanted to eat some Chippy's so we shifted there. And since they had tables, we did the rest of our discussion there. After eating, we realised that we were gonna stink because the whole basement in Central Mall was just filled with food stalls. So we went to the riverside and tried to discuss there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was soooo nice. The weather was sooooo fantastic. The river was sooooo murky. But there were boats passing with tourists (who we waved at). The reverse bungee ride was sooooo entertaining - or at least the screams were. The cosplayers were sooooo weird and after they left, the riverside was soooo peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we didn't complete much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pris Goh and Alina left, Jo and I went to eat Pepper Lunch for dinner (paradox XD but yeah, it's all Pris' fault). After dinner, we decided that we wanted to go to Plaza Singapura to walk around in The Cathay. Then we decided that we would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; to The Cathay (to digest our food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to the opposite side of Clarke Quay where the bars and restaurants are located. I kept asking Quek if she wanted any drinks everytime we passed a bar, since I'm 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching The Cathay, we entered, window-shopped and did more window shopping at PS before going home. We made LOTS of excuses for us to stay there to look at stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work is waiting and we couldn't wait any longer. (before we totally nuclear bomb our H1 paper on Monday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3140847781090421031?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3140847781090421031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3140847781090421031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3140847781090421031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3140847781090421031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-ironman.html' title='post ironman'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3636928000130351240</id><published>2008-05-10T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:42:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iron man</title><content type='html'>Watched Iron Man with my sister and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff! I don't know why the papers only gave it 3 stars. Then again, I never agreed with the papers (ST) on their ratings and I never liked their reviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really late. I think I'll type a longer post tomorrow. If I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3636928000130351240?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3636928000130351240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3636928000130351240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3636928000130351240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3636928000130351240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='iron man'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8002247766112888713</id><published>2008-04-30T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee eve of labour day</title><content type='html'>I just returned from swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually swim. I think some people may just kill me to know that for the past 3 years living in this condo, I've only made use of the pool thrice (or twice?). Yeah, I know, I'm not utilizing the facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not that I don't like to swim. It's just that I HATE crowded pools. And that is exactly what the pool here is like - on weekends and evenings at least. Since the only free time I have is the weekends, and since the pool contains more humans than water on weekends, I don't swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't just hate crowded pools. I hate crowded areas. This is why I avoid places like Bugis, Orchard Rd and MRTs. Ok, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to avoid taking the MRT. But for the past few months (or year?), I've not been really going to Orchard as much. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too crowded and squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I want to feel as I shop is a sweaty body or arm next to me as I wait for the green light at the junction between Wisma Atria and Wheelock Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to hear is my happiness bubbling in me (as I destress through shopping), not someone breathing down my neck because that person has no where else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. When shopping, I'd rather smell money (that is coming out of my pocket, unfortunately) than sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, money smells bad too. But you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate crowded areas, I do like the City Hall area. But to me, the City Hall area is still better than Orchard or Bugis. Those places are KILLER. I don't see how I can even get out of the MRT sometimes. Just as how I can't ever seem to get into the train from City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall stop ranting about my dislike of crowded areas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Alina and I were discussing about Edward Cullen from the Twilight trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are "madly in love" with a fictional character. (and this is where I'm going to start to act like a fangirl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling Alina about how I can't fit a face to Edward Cullen because I couldn't think of anyone who was as beautiful and gorgeous as what the descriptions in the book makes him out to be. Alina agreed and started harping on the bad choice of actor for Edward in the upcoming film (Robert Pattinson, the dude who played Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter). However, as she complained about the actor, she introduced be to another actor who was also considered for the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now imagine Edward Cullen to have his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is none other than the French actor, Gaspard Ulliel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBh0OqSgcXI/AAAAAAAAATE/pOguVAP44iI/s1600-h/gaspard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBh0OqSgcXI/AAAAAAAAATE/pOguVAP44iI/s400/gaspard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195029965390770546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that he looks really cute here. I love the pose and everything XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBh1AKSgcYI/AAAAAAAAATM/A7R31Q3626o/s1600-h/gaspard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBh1AKSgcYI/AAAAAAAAATM/A7R31Q3626o/s400/gaspard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195030815794295170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he really looks like Edward Cullen here. Gives off a very Edward vibe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. enough gushing. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8002247766112888713?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8002247766112888713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8002247766112888713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8002247766112888713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8002247766112888713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/whee-eve-of-labour-day.html' title='whee eve of labour day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBh0OqSgcXI/AAAAAAAAATE/pOguVAP44iI/s72-c/gaspard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5395731489572217026</id><published>2008-04-28T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos of hamlet and traveling light</title><content type='html'>I've got photos from Hamlet and Traveling Light (Collage play). Courtesy of Rachel D.S! I think that there are more photos with Pris Sam. But she takes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; to upload them...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW3N6SgcWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pn5K_t8kz1Y/s1600-h/collageplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW3N6SgcWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pn5K_t8kz1Y/s400/collageplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194259194854797666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Collage play! Rachel D.S with the A6ers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW3HqSgcVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JJwPKuimCj4/s1600-h/hamlet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW3HqSgcVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JJwPKuimCj4/s400/hamlet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194259087480615250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jubilee Hall with the B71A peeps and Miss Sin! (our immensely popular GP teacher. Her students clamoured to take photos with her after the collage play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW28qSgcUI/AAAAAAAAASs/_Jp15fdxZxY/s1600-h/hamlet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW28qSgcUI/AAAAAAAAASs/_Jp15fdxZxY/s400/hamlet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194258898502054210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel D.S and Kellyn with the A6ers at Jubilee Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5395731489572217026?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5395731489572217026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5395731489572217026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5395731489572217026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5395731489572217026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos-of-hamlet-and-traveling-light.html' title='photos of hamlet and traveling light'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SBW3N6SgcWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pn5K_t8kz1Y/s72-c/collageplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1476863253868797561</id><published>2008-04-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:58:53.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamlet</title><content type='html'>Hamlet was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who missed it shouldn't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1476863253868797561?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1476863253868797561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1476863253868797561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1476863253868797561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1476863253868797561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/hamlet.html' title='hamlet'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4052418675545535903</id><published>2008-04-20T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:58:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeeep</title><content type='html'>slept for 18 hours. good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4052418675545535903?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4052418675545535903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4052418675545535903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4052418675545535903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4052418675545535903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleeeep.html' title='sleeeep'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6706840463645343563</id><published>2008-04-16T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:07:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFEHOUSE LYRICS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;b&gt;"All In All"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Standing on top of the edge it feels like it's going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everything stays in my mind feeling in a daze on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Feels like it's gonna give life's to hard to live anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I think I've had enough things too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All in all it's just another day now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; What you gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Standing on top of the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; No ones looking back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's gonna be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Things don't stop and the others announced they're moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Salt &amp;amp; tears in the minds in the mouths of a bad decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Too late for another mistake it's bringing me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; With all your faults it isn't your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; What's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All in all it's just another day now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; What you gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Standing on top of the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; No ones looking back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's gonna be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So you lost yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So you lost your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Found life through someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But you threw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; All in all it's just another day now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; What you gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Standing on top of the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; No ones looking back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's gonna be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You're holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Holding on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Times rolling on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Rolling on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Going on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6706840463645343563?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6706840463645343563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6706840463645343563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6706840463645343563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6706840463645343563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifehouse_16.html' title='Lifehouse'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-695218959317525191</id><published>2008-04-12T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:04.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SADLYTHxFuI/AAAAAAAAASk/wozNdEAgo5c/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SADLYTHxFuI/AAAAAAAAASk/wozNdEAgo5c/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188370389040961250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A06 cam-whoring again. Miss Wee entered just before we took the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually wanted to leave class and just flash the image of us on the screen so that when Miss Wee entered, her class is the one on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she came in faster than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...I can't stop thinking about my horrendous BT1 results! Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop thinking about the many things I have to do to bump my grades up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-695218959317525191?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/695218959317525191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=695218959317525191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/695218959317525191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/695218959317525191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/a06.html' title='a06'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/SADLYTHxFuI/AAAAAAAAASk/wozNdEAgo5c/s72-c/IMG_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8328472022376659802</id><published>2008-04-05T19:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:06.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss lee's farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: &lt;/span&gt;I added some new links- the SAJC Writer's Ink LJ and SAJC Life Concert official blog. Go check them out! The stuff on Writer's Ink is really cool (like WHOA) and as for Life Con, if anyone is interested, I HAVE TIX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, some of us from Council had a farewell dinner for Miss Lee at New York New York. It was a really really belated farewell. But the good this is that Miss Lee did not leave SA, she only left Council as a Council teacher. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the dinner, we were all generally really rowdy. And we camwhored a lot. So here are a few photos that Khiu emailed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dh4ls_S-I/AAAAAAAAASc/CVyPoFDc8yg/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dh4ls_S-I/AAAAAAAAASc/CVyPoFDc8yg/s400/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185721120761793506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls!! And Miss Lee (at the end on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dh0ls_S9I/AAAAAAAAASU/GeHjZQ2sqJw/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dh0ls_S9I/AAAAAAAAASU/GeHjZQ2sqJw/s400/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185721052042316754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cute... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhwVs_S8I/AAAAAAAAASM/mPzjjSCOBGQ/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhwVs_S8I/AAAAAAAAASM/mPzjjSCOBGQ/s400/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720979027872706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to act "dao" but... I couldn't take it and burst out laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhqls_S7I/AAAAAAAAASE/v8exCX2zP20/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhqls_S7I/AAAAAAAAASE/v8exCX2zP20/s400/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720880243624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jue Ying's unglam-ness. But on another note, the meatballs were nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhmVs_S6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YhmX5j_sb_I/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhmVs_S6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YhmX5j_sb_I/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720807229180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Jue Ying, myself, Pris Tan and Jo Quek (from left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhhFs_S5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tQ9e8gpdSAI/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhhFs_S5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tQ9e8gpdSAI/s400/DSC00312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720717034867602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who sat in the inner booth with Miss Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhc1s_S4I/AAAAAAAAARs/jaCkZL0NYM0/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dhc1s_S4I/AAAAAAAAARs/jaCkZL0NYM0/s400/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185720644020423554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls who sat at the outer booth (behind us are the guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep. We had to split up because the bigger tables were all occupied. But I think we made our presence felt with all that cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you notice something different about my eyes...well, Khiu thought it'll be fun to put on eyeliner on me when I went to the toilet. So yeah. I was amazed at how easy it was to clean off the eyeliner when I came home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more photos that Khiu emailed out. Too many for me to bother to post. But even so, I realized that there were very few of the guys! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8328472022376659802?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8328472022376659802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8328472022376659802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8328472022376659802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8328472022376659802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-lees-farewell.html' title='miss lee&apos;s farewell'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R_dh4ls_S-I/AAAAAAAAASc/CVyPoFDc8yg/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6249613603832122670</id><published>2008-04-01T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:49:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know whyyy</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only Tuesday! (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm so tired. I've been feeling quite low. Not so much as upset but just really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was April Fool's day but nothing much happened. My class just pranked Mr Toh our math teacher. We did the freeze thing that we did to Miss Wee. But Mr Toh wasn't as fun as Miss Wee. In any case, we continued to tease him throughout class with remarks like "watch out for the tissue! Got superglue!" and other random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the AC schools did quite crazy things for April Fool's. I think if we did any of that in my school, we'll just die. (In ACS I, the Lion King song started playing halfway through the National Anthem. I think if that happened in SA, we will be publicly executed for the raising of the National flag is, and I quote from the principal, "a solemn and serious affair". Right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been rushing homework out because I've been going to SGH for the past 2 days, spending my time there till like 9-ish. My Dad has been admitted for his first chemotherapy session. He's really tired from the treatment so he was totally zonked out today. He'll be warded for, I think, another 3 days before the doc sees if he is fit to be discharged. I think it's so far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I really thank God for all the support He's given. My family has been surrounded by many caring Christians (relatives, friends of family, colleagues, etc.) It really makes God's presence felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6249613603832122670?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6249613603832122670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6249613603832122670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6249613603832122670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6249613603832122670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-whyyy.html' title='i dont know whyyy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-288216068993428775</id><published>2008-03-25T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:16:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then...</title><content type='html'>Back to the drudgery of lessons and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both lectures of the "learning" sort and the literal scolding sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; look forward to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-288216068993428775?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/288216068993428775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=288216068993428775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/288216068993428775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/288216068993428775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-then.html' title='and then...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-112425268761042471</id><published>2008-03-14T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:06.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok it's all out yo</title><content type='html'>I went out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stay at home and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed my parents and sisters to the National Cancer Centre (that's at SGH) to get my Dad's test results (CT scan). For those of you who don't know because I haven't really said it yet, my Dad's been diagnosed with Liver cancer. Yeah. Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; start typing sympathy stuff for me after you read this, yeah? I'm letting everyone know because I hate keeping things in and honestly, I'm handling the whole situation fine. But of course, encouraging stuff are always welcome.... (like Joquek, Alina, Jo Wong and Huiqi. Thanks for your support, yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qHY0TTf8I/AAAAAAAAARU/jH1rJsfYlYY/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qHY0TTf8I/AAAAAAAAARU/jH1rJsfYlYY/s400/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177599582042030018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish tank in the NCC (that blue thing is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I said, we went to collect the results and listen to the doctor. Well... simply put, there was good news and there was bad news. So the mood was really sombre and emotional. My mum was tearing, my sis was sniffling, I was dazed, Dad looked ok but was, evidently, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the morning was not too good but the afternoon looked better. We went to Jelita to have breakfast at O'Briens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qJEkTTf9I/AAAAAAAAARc/ALo94H4ONbA/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qJEkTTf9I/AAAAAAAAARc/ALo94H4ONbA/s400/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177601433172934610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hot chocolate and my sister's triple decker (a quarter of it left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food at O'Briens was good. Expensive and healthy. I had a smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich and a hot chocolate (with that nice blob of a marshmallow). Dad had some chicken sandwich thing. Totally free of butter and mayonnaise. Tary (older sis, not her name but her nickname yeah) had a toostie and Errie (second sis and, once again, not her name but nickname) had a chicken triple decker sandwich thingamajig. And we all shared a large serving of Greek salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pricey food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating and Jelita was like eating in America. It's flooded with expats. But it was also very nostalgic because my primary school was right behind. We passed by it on our way to Jelita. My sisters and I were all from the same primary school so we all started to talk about some "haunted house". The conversation diverted into snakes (because there used to be snakes) and then to some other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well. That pretty much ends today's interesting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qLJUTTf-I/AAAAAAAAARk/nYlgDHWQNQU/s1600-h/DSC00308_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qLJUTTf-I/AAAAAAAAARk/nYlgDHWQNQU/s400/DSC00308_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177603713800568802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbucks mugging. Last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you are wondering why my photos look so nice... I was tinkering with the PhotoDJ function in my phone. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-112425268761042471?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/112425268761042471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=112425268761042471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/112425268761042471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/112425268761042471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-its-all-out-yo.html' title='ok it&apos;s all out yo'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R9qHY0TTf8I/AAAAAAAAARU/jH1rJsfYlYY/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1947150283535134776</id><published>2008-03-07T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:49:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Block test 1 has started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Oh the horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my GP paper today. I thought it was not too bad although I think that my essay didn't start very smoothly. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I attempted was: "How far does the arts help us to lead better lives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; agreed to a large extent, being a biased member of the arts faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BT is taking a one week &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hiatus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUCH NEEDED&lt;/span&gt; STUDY BREAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also collected my Chinese A Level results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;D!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a merit for oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really relieved. For one, I didn't do too badly (in my terms) and for another, I don't have to retake! And I got a pleasant surprise about my oral results. I thought I screwed it big time because I almost burst out laughing when I was reading the passage (I skipped many words and mispronounced even more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates and I also went to observe the release of the A levels results to the seniors. Apparently, the Arts subjects did well (better than the sciences, or so I heard). Literature had a 57% distinction and I think History had over 60% distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy about the Literature results. I felt quite motivated. But my classmates didn't. They just looked at me with the "umm...are you sure? or are you just mad?" expression when I said that we could do better and top the 57%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think that it is possible even though we are not doing well now. But what struck me more was the fact that my classmates seemed so dejected. They described their feelings to be one of "fear" and not any motivation whatsoever. It saddened me. It seems like they are giving up. But I don't want to think that way either. Fear may work well on people. And I think that in this case, it will help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some of my classmates were still sceptical, I'm glad that I found someone with the same view as me. I was talking to Matheus and I was glad that he is also aiming for an A in Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't spared from fear either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took a walk around the hall, I saw some happy people and I saw some sad people. People who were crying, borrowing the shoulders of their friends and even their teachers; people sitting down without a word to say, letting their tears do the talking. That sight struck fear in me. I don't want to be in that state. It's scary to think that it is a possible situation (simply because you'll never know what will happen). It's like the O' Levels all over, except this is on a much much larger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unprecedented magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE is bullshit and getting a couple of B3s for the Os wouldn't harm you much (it'll just look really ugly). But now, getting at least 2 As is the ideal. It's the grade that the administration of the universities look for. Go any lower, no scholarship will take you. Go way lower, universities may just reject you. It's the harsh truth. It's a fearful truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong about the situation but whatever the case is, I really want to do well for the As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I should just try to cope with what I've got so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really trying period. Both for me and my family..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1947150283535134776?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1947150283535134776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1947150283535134776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1947150283535134776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1947150283535134776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/03/levels.html' title='a levels'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2618237556835082570</id><published>2008-03-02T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:21:38.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grim</title><content type='html'>She talked as if he was on the brink of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the grim reaper is just standing at the foot of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is probable, I agree. But to talk like that is just... harsh, insensitive even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of us feel the same although we don't say it. Death is just standing at the doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to be optimistic. We try to pretend that it is all ok. That Western medicine can revert this situation. But we know, deep down, that this situation is not ok at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we know of now may be lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;What we've known all our lives may just vanish off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2618237556835082570?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2618237556835082570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2618237556835082570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2618237556835082570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2618237556835082570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/03/grim.html' title='grim'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-9177707102775070831</id><published>2008-02-24T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R8Fl_zgE1DI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jVdZkGaL8r4/s1600-h/edited10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R8Fl_zgE1DI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jVdZkGaL8r4/s400/edited10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170525994028946482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ohhh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-9177707102775070831?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/9177707102775070831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=9177707102775070831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/9177707102775070831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/9177707102775070831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-you-feel.html' title='can you feel..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R8Fl_zgE1DI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jVdZkGaL8r4/s72-c/edited10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2297737995446031362</id><published>2008-02-22T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:41:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Put on your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;dancing shoes&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; little&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;swine&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from my class blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the sake of English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England nor French fries in France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend. If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? Is it an odd, or an end?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Have noses that run and feet that smell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Woo Hoo! I think this whole thing is pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Week and O2 have come and gone... Council term is soon coming to an end with our major events over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really sad about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than council stuff, I'm feeling frustrated over Maths. I don't feel like elaborating on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about University (because the local Uni people came yesterday, so it sparked off some talk).... I'm stuck between Business or Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST!&lt;/span&gt; I have to do better in my current level of education before I think of anything beyond..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2297737995446031362?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2297737995446031362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2297737995446031362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2297737995446031362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2297737995446031362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4925866490194740058</id><published>2008-02-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:40:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>I have the house all to myself for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are out gambling in Macau with my eldest sister and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is over at my uncle's place (although I'm not sure why. I think it's because my dad's not here..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just saw my second sis walk out of the house with her Osprey backpack. Ready to go for her flight to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting a vectors question when she came home, rushed about and dragged her bag out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching everyone leave for their holiday totally put me off my work. It made me feel like I want to go for a holiday too. And so I stopped doing vectors (which is why I'm here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drag my bag out of the door like how my sister dragged hers. I want to wake up at 5am like my parents, knowing that I have a flight to catch to get me outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I'm dying here but the days are getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the same week on rewind. Repeat, repeat, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd enjoy the feeling of having my room to myself (or should I say the entire house for myself). But seeing them leave just made me think about how I love to travel, how I still fantasize about being a professional traveler. Like Megan McCormick on Globe Trekker. I like the idea of getting paid to travel. Not that working on Globe Trekker is easy, but it seems to beat some office job in the CBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of all the places I want to go, the things I want to do, the stuff I want to eat, the sights I want to see and all the experiences that I want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an escapist. I think I can be a professional daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4925866490194740058?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4925866490194740058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4925866490194740058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4925866490194740058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4925866490194740058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-3656730875458259105</id><published>2008-02-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:37:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quoteunquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;QUOTED FROM THE A06 BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as friendship week approaches.&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking of having an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A6 gift exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like everyone will get one gift,&lt;br /&gt;bring to school during the week and exchange!&lt;br /&gt;its a good time to express our appreciation&lt;br /&gt;and gratitude for each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Its just a suggestion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;how you guys think about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;please express your views on the taggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Student Council is&lt;br /&gt;organising an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under-The-Stars Movie Screening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its on the &lt;em&gt;15th feb, Friday evening at the gallery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure of the details,&lt;br /&gt;but lets just show our support and go down! :D&lt;br /&gt;there are really lesser chances now to get tgt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even think of skipping school on wed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, I'll track you down and dice you into pieces!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekends people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YES. TO ALL SAINTS AND A06 PEEPS!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll better go down for the movie screening and the CNY celebrations! or I'll, as Chen said, "dice you into pieces!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-3656730875458259105?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/3656730875458259105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=3656730875458259105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3656730875458259105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/3656730875458259105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/02/quoteunquote.html' title='quoteunquote'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1666843876578336270</id><published>2008-01-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>Today, I am gonna post about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOREDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what some of us do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah. I was really bored today. Or restless. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was like that--&gt;  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some photo taking and video taking! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy7S53MbPXo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy7S53MbPXo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we did in the SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt; you take pictures of your shoes and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5iigaX25gI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MUZug58MXIM/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5iigaX25gI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MUZug58MXIM/s320/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159052050871805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cool shoes and ORANGE socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt; you take photos of your belongings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ii2aX25hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NFApDl3C8SY/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ii2aX25hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NFApDl3C8SY/s320/DSC00222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159052428828927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please do not leave your belongings unattended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third sign of boredom: &lt;/span&gt;you take photos of other people's belongings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ijT6X25iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VTrNxbrBP2g/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ijT6X25iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VTrNxbrBP2g/s320/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159052935635068450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joanne's MSA mini calender. 4 papers down, 2 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forth sign of boredom: &lt;/span&gt;you move on to bigger things and take photos of the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ijpaX25jI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ki7aTqqYNmw/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ijpaX25jI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ki7aTqqYNmw/s320/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159053305002255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dayna from my OG. She became my main victim in my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifth sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt; You take photos of people studying. Not once did the idea of studying occur to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ikCKX25kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-aESEx-nfnU/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ikCKX25kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-aESEx-nfnU/s320/DSC00231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159053730204018242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, they were just rushing out a math assignment that I completed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixth sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt; You take a photo of Yap Wei Chiang and gloat at the fact that his headphones are really torn and tattered. Unlike yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ikc6X25lI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ktUuzYGDO1E/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ikc6X25lI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ktUuzYGDO1E/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159054189765518930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, his Senn PX 200 is super tattered. After 2 years of abuse. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seventh sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt; You realise that humans aren't interesting enough, so you move on to the psychedelic notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ilDqX25mI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lw4-SaAmQRI/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ilDqX25mI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lw4-SaAmQRI/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159054855485449826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheeeee. psychedelic! All that colour can make one high. Or blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eighth sign of boredom:&lt;/span&gt;You catch an interesting scene between 2 humans and a bar of toblerone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ilkaX25nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wC5EC3ojcWE/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5ilkaX25nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wC5EC3ojcWE/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159055418126165618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie was trying to sell John a bar of toblerone for free. John was doubting the chocolate and Jamie. But then again, John eats anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All of these things were taken in a span of an hour (disregarding the SC video). I think I must have been really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1666843876578336270?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1666843876578336270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1666843876578336270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1666843876578336270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1666843876578336270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/01/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5iigaX25gI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MUZug58MXIM/s72-c/DSC00221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1186758340360316400</id><published>2008-01-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought today's GP paper wasn't that bad. I'm neutral about it. I decided to decide whether it's hard or not after I get my results back. I didn't finish the AQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5SHhee3rdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/stcKMMjS9ig/s1600-h/hyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5SHhee3rdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/stcKMMjS9ig/s320/hyde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157896482434035154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh. And I suddenly formed a crush on Hyde from L'Arc en Ciel over the weekend. He is kinda old though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT HE IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; EFFEMINATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(and short too)&lt;/span&gt;. I saw a video of him where he had long straight hair (like down to the back) and he looked like a pretty female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5SJ9ue3reI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Os7oK0-TqEw/s1600-h/gackt1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5SJ9ue3reI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Os7oK0-TqEw/s320/gackt1550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157899166788595170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also realised how good looking Gackt is. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How does someone in this world &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; look like a character from Final Fantasy?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I did hear that Squall Leonhart of FFVIII was modeled after Gackt. And Gackt can sing too. But I think he is kinda weird...and that his eyes are really nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...Gackt is really effeminate too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1186758340360316400?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1186758340360316400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1186758340360316400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1186758340360316400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1186758340360316400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/01/m-word.html' title='m word'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R5SHhee3rdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/stcKMMjS9ig/s72-c/hyde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7911602394647473870</id><published>2008-01-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:40:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As</title><content type='html'>I'm determined to do well for the A levels. No compromise about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight As is what I want, straight As is what I'd better get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that I don't have the stamina. With all the tests and late nights, burning out is a very possible thing. And burning out will be HELL- it has happened once and it better not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my spiritual life straight because I know that if I look to Him, He will give me the strength to pull through this academic hurdle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7911602394647473870?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7911602394647473870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7911602394647473870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7911602394647473870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7911602394647473870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/01/as.html' title='As'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-356485553332316605</id><published>2008-01-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:01:27.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK ONLY?</title><content type='html'>GYABOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ONE WEEK of official school lessons have passed and I'm so so tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much homework ok? (GP presentation was crazy to prepare. And the GP essay was only completed at 1 am- like everyone else in my GP group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR tests coming up in 9 days. These tests are really like lecture tests with a lot more emphasis. This is because they are only about an hour long but we still have to do target setting and everything! BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can meet my targets. Or surpass them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Friday came, it was a pretty crappy day still. But when it ended, there was this collective sigh of relief throughout the CC. You could practically collect all the sighs and combine them to form the strong winds described in Walt Whitman's poem, Patrolling Barnegat (sorry for this but I just did my annotations for the poem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council shadowing results came out on Friday as well....and Alberta from my OG got through! All thanks to my wonderful testimonial. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope council won't be too tiring on her and the rest who got through. But it shouldn't be right? PAE is ending soon after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday is coming soon. OH NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-356485553332316605?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/356485553332316605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=356485553332316605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/356485553332316605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/356485553332316605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-week-only.html' title='ONE WEEK ONLY?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7577768544510643605</id><published>2008-01-05T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:09.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation and reality</title><content type='html'>Orientation 1 is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 days have been CRAZY man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had little sleep and have been screaming and shouting my voice hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad. Orientation was cool despite the eye bags and painful throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38aV-e3rYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rgvUn67uOEk/s1600-h/2008_0102orientation0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38aV-e3rYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rgvUn67uOEk/s320/2008_0102orientation0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151865463587188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OG 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perdana and I were the OGLs for OG 6. I'll be honest with my views on OG 6. When I first met them, I thought they were....too quiet. But that's ok because on the first day, it is usually the case (I was quiet too!). Then I realised that these guys were just really....quite shy- in contrast to Joanne's OG 4. However, OG 6 was not entirely unenthusiastic. According to Perdana, they cheered really loudly during The Hunt. Not to mention the fact that almost all of them turned up for OG dinner on day 2! Perdana and I were prepared to have dinner with only a few people because they seemed so tired and so reluctant. But as in turns out, I had to go down to Macs to make sure there were enough seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38a9ue3rZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cUwPLT_bpaQ/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38a9ue3rZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/cUwPLT_bpaQ/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151866146486988178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tracy helping Alberta helping Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38eTee3rbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VClVVLM4d9w/s1600-h/Photo0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38eTee3rbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VClVVLM4d9w/s320/Photo0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151869818684026290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanne, Kathleen and Tracy with Perd and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yes, OG 6 has given me lots of surprises and they definitely had the potential to be more enthusiastic. I don't know if I had been the best OGL but I tried my best. Perhaps I did let my impatience and anger take over me at some points or let my exhaustion affect the OG. I hope OG 6 had a fun time though. Like when we played Tuki Tuki and Sardine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38bs-e3raI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iLqIu0COVIo/s1600-h/2008_0102orientation0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38bs-e3raI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iLqIu0COVIo/s320/2008_0102orientation0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151866958235807138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon's OG 29- in Picture Perfect, The Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the overall Orientation experience, I've met some pretty good OGs ( like Sharon's OG 29) and I've also met OGs that I didn't get a good impression of (based on the short time I spent with them at the stations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38fJue3rcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WkZRYsDlyhM/s1600-h/2008_0102orientation0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38fJue3rcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WkZRYsDlyhM/s320/2008_0102orientation0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151870750691929538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siersha- The Gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale Night was crazy. It started from bad cheers from all the tribes (not just Siersha). Then Siersha lost the Best Cheer prize to Nahane (which deserved the prize). Although I was truly upset when Siersha lost, I do think Nahane deserved it because their cheers were good and catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Disco Night was another crazy thing. We had to stop people from making trains and almost got tumbled over. SCARY STUFF. Then we had to clean up spilled milk while the J1s were jumping like jumping beans. Then we did some crazy cheers in the hall over and over. Then we joined the J1s in their crazy jumping and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the anti-climatic event called "The End" when Emmanuel announced that Disco Night was over. The Disco Night wasn't supposed to be so short. The band was supposed to play for at least 2 sets but because of the lack of time, there was no choice but to end it (school gates close at 10pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crazy jumping and screaming, there was crazy cleaning up for the councillors. In the end, we only left school at about 11.15pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. Orientation sure was tough yet fun. My shoulders ached for 2 days. The funny thing is, I don't know why my shoulders ached. Joanne also had the same thing. So weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Orientation is over, reality steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one GP presentation, one GP essay, one Lit poem annotation to do by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7577768544510643605?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7577768544510643605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7577768544510643605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7577768544510643605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7577768544510643605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientation-and-reality.html' title='orientation and reality'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R38aV-e3rYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rgvUn67uOEk/s72-c/2008_0102orientation0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8472290576839160236</id><published>2007-12-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:11.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections reflections...</title><content type='html'>It's not exactly the end of 2007 yet (2 more weeks!) but I figured that I should post something about my reflections on this eventful year. Better post now before I don't have time to do it and then, before I know it, it's 2008 and I've not set down my resolutions as well (not that I make resolutions every year anyway..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened this year that I'm so grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;1) PAE- Tampines JC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be honest. I didn't really look forward to going to TPJC at first. I didn't have a particularly good impression of it and I wanted to go to SAJC for PAE (but my prelims weren't good enough). But being in TPJC has changed my impression of the school and has opened new doors for me all in the short span of 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC's Orientation rocked my socks, I got the chance to try my hand at Theatre Studies (which rocked my socks too) and I met many people who I'll never forget in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots from TP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2ezkKRKpwI/AAAAAAAAANU/OIQtFfT-UBA/s1600-h/tpjc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2ezkKRKpwI/AAAAAAAAANU/OIQtFfT-UBA/s320/tpjc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145278533107099394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2ez_6RKpxI/AAAAAAAAANc/DU4czP5jx1E/s1600-h/tpjc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2ez_6RKpxI/AAAAAAAAANc/DU4czP5jx1E/s320/tpjc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145279009848469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. It's the "let's switch uniforms for fun" phase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e0QKRKpyI/AAAAAAAAANk/XRQIumisTGA/s1600-h/tpjc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e0QKRKpyI/AAAAAAAAANk/XRQIumisTGA/s320/tpjc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145279289021343522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I think that if I was never in TPJC, I'll never have met Althea and I would never have started going to church as a regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a correlation of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) St. Andrew's JC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many people ask me "Why didn't you go to MJC?" (since I live like 10 mins walk from MJ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I had gone to MJ, my life would've been totally different and not what I really want it to be (although this would remain as my own hypothesis since I never actually spent time in MJ to judge for myself). What I feel is that, if I were in MJ, I probably would not have joined the Student Council or have been in 07A06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Student Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e9BqRKpzI/AAAAAAAAANs/YZq3FrFEYbc/s1600-h/2007_1116openhouse0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e9BqRKpzI/AAAAAAAAANs/YZq3FrFEYbc/s320/2007_1116openhouse0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145288935517890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Student Council is the one big step that I've made in my schooling life. Ask any of my secondary school friends and they'll tell you that I was a lazy ass back in secondary school and I skipped CCA for FOUR years straight (only appearing occasionally. Say, 5 times a year). So yes, it is a shocker that I even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harboured&lt;/span&gt; the thought of joining Council (Mrs Chee certainly expressed her shock when I returned to TK with a gleaming councillor badge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Council because I just wanted to do more. I honestly hated being such a lazy pig back in Sec sch. And I didn't want to make the same mistake of joining a loser CCA (like back in sec sch) where I could rest on my laurels for four years and still get perfect attendance records (I have my ways!). I also hated it that I had so much free time and all my sec sch friends had more important things to do. I wanted important things to do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BASICALLY&lt;/span&gt;, I am/was (debatable) a no-lifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is that I wanted something to occupy my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; uneventful, ennui-filled life and make me feel better about myself- like I've accomplished things in my life (I feel like I'm starting to show my insecurities).  And to open more doors, make more friends, yadda yadda yadda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council has been good to me. Although juggling school work, council work and my personal life can be difficult and tiring, I have never regretted joining Council. Sure, there are people who piss me off at times and there is this knowledge that some people simply hate councillors (like saying we do nothing and are just elitist and ignorant). I have blown my top before (yeah yeah. my patience is minimal) and I have felt tired, frustrated and bogged down at times but still, I feel that it's worth it. I know some who may not feel this way about Council, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;07A06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e9ZKRKp0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/YUkwjOWheRE/s1600-h/07a06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2e9ZKRKp0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/YUkwjOWheRE/s320/07a06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145289339244816194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 2 of my classmates have left for Laselle, I still love my class. And considering that 2 of my classmates left to Laselle (of all places), it kinda tells you what we are like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*coughreallyartsyandcrazycough*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I've had a bunch of people with the same music taste at me. Back in TK, I could relate to my friends when it comes to Japanese music, anime and the like but no one really listened to English alternative rock. Now, it's the opposite! Some of my classmates listen pretty much to the same kind of music as me while a few have more eclectic tastes. Which is totally cool because now I have people I can rant and rave to about a Muse/FFAF/Idlewild live concert video I found on Youtube. But I got no one to go to about Utada Hikaru though (except Fefe who left to Laselle).  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone from Council (I think it was Pris Tan or someone...) once said that one could always tell who was from 07A06. I think it's true. There is something about my class that everyone in my class shares. Like the way we like to sing songs in the middle of now where, crack lame jokes and basically do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lying on the track and looking at the clouds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2fAq6RKp1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9j4Fs1T7Kng/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2fAq6RKp1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9j4Fs1T7Kng/s320/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145292942722377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because some of us like to mug at Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2fAzqRKp2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/dDrSpBdLwtE/s1600-h/starbucksmuggin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2fAzqRKp2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/dDrSpBdLwtE/s320/starbucksmuggin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145293093046232930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever way it is, A06 is a rockin' class and it definitely has been a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3) Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is not new to me. I went to a Christian kindergarten and I have followed my relatives to church (on-off thing). I've always had Christian friends, especially in TK and SA. But regular church-going and just basically having a Christian lifestyle is entirely new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would probably not have happened if I had not met Althea in TPJC. Long story cut short, I joined Althea's cell group and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think this year has been a year of changes, spiritually, in my family. Around the time I started going to church early this year, my grandmother (mother's side) suddenly decided to get baptized! She is in her 90s, she's never really accepted Christ due to family issues (despite my cousin trying to bring her to church and stuff) and suddenly, my Mum tells me that she's getting baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few weeks prior to my grandma's baptism, my sister had some sort of divine intervention and she suddenly started going to church as well. She doesn't really go now because of my niece (being a mum isn't easy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened really quickly during that period. Those two events happening just about a month apart from each other. I really think that it is God's work. Things did not change 360 degrees and suddenly my whole family became devout Christians- I'm the only active church-goer in my immediate family. But I did see God's hand working in my family and I am grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is not the only spiritual sort of thing in my life though. School has been as well. My class has quite a lot of Christians so they do burst into Christian songs once in a while (like an incident during the class bbq at my place last month).  In Council, we also never forget to pray before every event, every meeting, every meal. There is also a lot of other Christian support in Council, like the email Jeriel sent to Christian councillors to keep the Grad Night in prayer prior to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful for all of that in school because I feel that it makes me, in a way, more grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I said earlier that if I wasn't in SA, things will probably be a whole lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;All in all...&lt;/span&gt;this year has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy, fast, fun, eventful, stressful, enlightening, reflective, mind-boggling, and all the other adjectives that my mind simply refuses to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And... &lt;/span&gt;I realise that I had lots to say. I think I still have more but I just can't think of anything right now (and I can sense that you are so relieved that this post isn't longer)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with a song... (and as an afterthought, I can't wait for Orientation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warmer Climate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Snow Patrol-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tell me if I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But everything you said amazed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems too easy on the ear to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be something I should adhere to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You told me to just simply wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather than take shelter under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And open my heart to the thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is something you're not caught at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too easy to get lost in progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't see you there in that dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And suddenly the world seems so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'd fit it all inside our front hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edison would spin in his grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ever see the light that you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want to take it nice and slow here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want to waste a minute more dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The universe just vanished out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can barely see your face in front of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it is knowing you are there that makes me fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe its the warmer climate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm a smarter primate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe its the beer I'm drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I've stopped over thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby you're the words and chapters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sweetness in the morning after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the cry that turns to laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the hope that ends disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The universe just vanished out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can barely see your face infront of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it is knowing you are there that makes me fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the universe is just an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the stars can disappear without a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so glad that this has taken me so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos it's the journey that made me so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8472290576839160236?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8472290576839160236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8472290576839160236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8472290576839160236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8472290576839160236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflections-reflections.html' title='reflections reflections...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/R2ezkKRKpwI/AAAAAAAAANU/OIQtFfT-UBA/s72-c/tpjc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2492656470781836708</id><published>2007-12-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:49:16.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventfull</title><content type='html'>The past week has been soooo super eventful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Grad Night on Wednesday and almost the whole council was there to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;We had a crazy time getting the helium balloons ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad night was an eye opener. With some crazy seniors on stage... (those who were there know what I'm talking about!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought Grad Night was good so congrats to the comm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grad Night, we had Orientation Dry Run 2 (overnight camp in school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIERSHA &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(see-er-sha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Arts Fac Tribe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SIERSHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matheus (Kingdom Head)&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;Emman&lt;br /&gt;Raissa&lt;br /&gt;Perdana (OGL partner!)&lt;br /&gt;Verine&lt;br /&gt;Wai Ying&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yi&lt;br /&gt;Joseph&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time coming up with cheers for our tribe. I think we are a really weird, wacky bunch of OGLs because we come up with weird cheers (eg. Siersha sells seashells by the seashore) and we put in lotsa ghetto attitude into our cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after Dry Run 2, I fell ill. I am still sick. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANNA STAY SICK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard right! Study! I know I've said this before, a few posts down. But now, I'm seriously out of time! And being sick doesn't help because my head feels groggy all the time. I can't think. I can't breathe (flu). I can't do my bloody homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Larkin's poem isn't helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2492656470781836708?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2492656470781836708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2492656470781836708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2492656470781836708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2492656470781836708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/12/eventfull.html' title='eventfull'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2951606052971296939</id><published>2007-12-03T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:26:22.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icescream</title><content type='html'>Gelare ice cream. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Sharon's birthday (belated) today. Went to eat at Swenson's although all of us were tight on budget. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chang Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a few Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that HQ was in Plaza Sing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a tofu soft toy for Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Gelare and Azabu Sabo ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rum &amp;amp; Raisin and Cookies &amp;amp; Cream rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2951606052971296939?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2951606052971296939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2951606052971296939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2951606052971296939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2951606052971296939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/12/icescream.html' title='icescream'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-5018652232621375349</id><published>2007-11-22T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:31:02.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;noscript language="javascript"&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Set Fire To The Third Bar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I find the map and draw a straight line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Over rivers, farms, and state lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The distance from 'A' to where you'd be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's only finger-lengths that I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I touch the place where I'd find your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My finger in creases of distant dark places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hang my coat up in the first bar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is no peace that I've found so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The laughter penetrates my silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As drunken men find flaws in science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Their words mostly noises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ghosts with just voices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your words in my memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are like music to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm miles from where you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lay down on the cold ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I, I pray that something picks me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And sets me down in your warm arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; After I have travelled so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'd set the fire to the third bar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'd share each other like an island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Until exhausted, close our eyelids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And dreaming, pick up from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The last place we left off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your soft skin is weeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A joy you can't keep in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm miles from where you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lay down on the cold ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I, I pray that something picks me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and sets me down in your warm arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm miles from where you are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lay down on the cold ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I, I pray that something picks me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and sets me down in your warm arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw it played live on Live From Abbey Road last night (Discovery T&amp;amp;L rocks socks!).&lt;br /&gt;Fell in&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-5018652232621375349?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/5018652232621375349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=5018652232621375349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5018652232621375349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/5018652232621375349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/set-fire-to-third-bar-snow-patrol-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-700721356235690836</id><published>2007-11-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:10:36.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;blaasssttttt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Tina told me it was boring but in my POV, it was kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass Dance is funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who visited didn't go to the SC to collect the free shoebag though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although the turnout was quite good, we had lots and lots and lots and lots of leftover shoebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Their loss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-700721356235690836?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/700721356235690836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=700721356235690836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/700721356235690836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/700721356235690836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/open-house.html' title='open house'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-1978121414852906341</id><published>2007-11-12T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:21:46.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok. freakin' bored.</title><content type='html'>I am BORED. Utterly restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was to do Ms K's assignment (due this Saturday but I intend to hand it in on Thursday. Get it over and done with) but after writing half an essay, I got bored and went to check out some bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hives is now playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch more Grey's Anatomy. But I've watched till the latest episode of season 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be doing some studying. Before you go "What? Are you mad? It's the holidays! Studying is not for the hols!", I really think I need to study. Catch up on all the work before I fall flat on my face next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, knowing I should study and doing it is two different things altogether. Worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm talking about. Everyone's been through this phase of "I know I should do it but I won't anyway because I am too damn lazy and I honestly can't give a flying rat's ass about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this phase. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get more involved in Council since I've finished all of my current projects for Council (aka Orientation blog, Grad Night prog booklet). But then again, we are going into orientation stuff soon. And there is OPEN HOUSE this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAJC OPEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAINTsational&lt;br /&gt;10am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited about Open House. I hope that I'll get to be one of those on rollerblades since I'm probably one of the few who will willingly volunteer to blade or can blade. Unless they scrape that. Then I'll be a very sad person. Oh well. I'm still excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"El Capitan"&lt;br /&gt;-Idlewild-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; By the harbour I harbour the strangest memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; over land I could ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; stranded in nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; so tonight I’ll try harder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; but it's hard to fix this floodlight on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; in a cast that's taken to places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I’m unsure of where I want to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and stand down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I’ll climb El Capitan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and jump off to cheers from the crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and stand down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and I hope you take your camera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; to photograph my tears as they hit the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; No one even listens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; the same way that no one ever laughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; i'm taking the car out of the snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; i'm wondering where the summer went to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; circled by your secrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; i'm hoping they don't include me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; at least i'm in good company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; because there's no one else around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; except me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and stand down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I’ll climb El Capitan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; just to watch the world slow down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; stand up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and stand down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; and I hope you take your camera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; silence makes the loudest tap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; It seems far too easy to say the same things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I’ll choose my own way to use my life up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; finally found a new way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; say the same things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; in imaginary ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; I’ll use my life up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; You were looking at pictures in the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; hoping to see the future in your pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; of the distance hoping to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; the future looking at pictures in the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; hoping to see the future through your pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; of the distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; hoping to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the future in your pictures of the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-1978121414852906341?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/1978121414852906341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=1978121414852906341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1978121414852906341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/1978121414852906341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-freakin-bored.html' title='ok. freakin&apos; bored.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-727683726861992511</id><published>2007-11-06T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:22:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Everyman&lt;br /&gt;Wire Daisies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every man every woman wants a lover in their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would fight for it die for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every man every woman thinks it only fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love's the light that guides us through the darker days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta laugh Has the morning let you down again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wash your hands of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause they don't know the answers to your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too scared to fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lay your hands on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love you've taken over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every man every woman wants a lover in there life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would lie for it die for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the one I want to let into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you the mind for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love you've taken over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5COxkHZhJXZwV3c/72.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyman, Wire Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a listen. I love it. I think the singer's voice is nice :D Try "Rocket Girl" and "Never Meant To Hurt You". They rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note (non-musical), I cleaned up the SC with some other councillors today. I have to say, the SC sure was dusty!! We found some disgusting things and odd things that we never thought we'd see in our SC (such as a big framed photo of the crowning of Thailand's King or another photo dating back to 1978).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better get back to my I&amp;amp;R now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-727683726861992511?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/727683726861992511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=727683726861992511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/727683726861992511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/727683726861992511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/everyman-wire-daisies-every-man-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-2350083452840466231</id><published>2007-11-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed 2 books today to read. Or at least I thought I'd have the time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the WHOLE day doing the Grad Night programme booklet. And I just realised that I have to work on my 3rd draft for my I&amp;amp;R...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I have no time left to read!!!&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;Anyway, I think Jamie is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Ry8p8aRpQcI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFyAYQZ02co/s1600-h/jamie-i%26r.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Ry8p8aRpQcI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFyAYQZ02co/s400/jamie-i%26r.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129364618420502978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see, it says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "and in case I die, somebody can help me print out my I&amp;amp;R for submission"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-2350083452840466231?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/2350083452840466231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=2350083452840466231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2350083452840466231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/2350083452840466231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-to-read.html' title='i want to read'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Ry8p8aRpQcI/AAAAAAAAANM/PFyAYQZ02co/s72-c/jamie-i%26r.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8512026353174388561</id><published>2007-11-03T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:23:32.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make This Go On Forever&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Please don't let this turn into something it's not&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;I can't be as sorry as you think I should&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you more than anyone else could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight&lt;br /&gt;Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right&lt;br /&gt;This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long&lt;br /&gt;Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;The First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you taught me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got through so much worse than this before&lt;br /&gt;What's so different this time that you can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;You say it is much more than just my last mistake&lt;br /&gt;And we should spend some time apart for both our sakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could&lt;br /&gt;The First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything&lt;br /&gt;The weight of water, the way you taught me to look past everything I had ever learned&lt;br /&gt;The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where to look&lt;br /&gt;My words just break and melt&lt;br /&gt;Please just save me from this darkness [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is from the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;soundtrack. I really like it because it's from Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent hours watching Grey's last night. I simply couldn't wait for Channel 5 to show it so I decided to just watch it online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT FEW EPISODES COMING TO CHANNEL 5 ARE REALLY GOOD. DO NOT MISS IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched episodes 15-17. Channel 5 is on ep 14 if I am not wrong. Episodes 15-17 rock. I was tearing when I watched episode 17. Considering that I hardly ever cry when I watch shows, the episode must have been really good to have tugged my heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch more Grey's!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-8512026353174388561?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/8512026353174388561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=8512026353174388561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8512026353174388561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/8512026353174388561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/11/greys.html' title='Grey&apos;s'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6213028783715414977</id><published>2007-10-29T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PX200!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SENNHEIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ER PX 200 HEADPHONES&lt;/span&gt; ARE HERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me show you my sexy headphones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXQwqRpQYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e1EJ7PCEcd4/s1600-h/px200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXQwqRpQYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e1EJ7PCEcd4/s320/px200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126733285231772034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just....beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the headphones from the Apple Singapore online store for $101 with GST included. Don't let the price fool you, it's the cheapest I've found so far. Bluetin.com sells for $103 and this shop at The Adelphi sells for $116! I suppose I could've found an even cheaper price at Sim Lim or something but I couldn't wait lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WeiChiang had this pair for a long time. So long that his pair is pretty much peeling and dying. But he told me it was worth the money. So far, it is! I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXSaaRpQZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NdYUOeQ9H9s/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXSaaRpQZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NdYUOeQ9H9s/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126735102002938258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...my white collection :D That Sennheiser thing is the casing for the headphones, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXSu6RpQbI/AAAAAAAAANE/CNHR9saNuQ4/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXSu6RpQbI/AAAAAAAAANE/CNHR9saNuQ4/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126735454190256562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of it on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't come and burst my bubble by telling me that the headphones don't look sexy anymore because I'm the one wearing it.... (I can already hear the gears ticking in your heads for some insult to throw at me...just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I shall now drown in the music coming from my PX 200!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this quote from the ultra bitchy-bimbo-fashionista-uptown New York show, Gossip Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Caffeine, Nicotine, Cadimine, Disprine, LSD, Driazapam, Flurazepam. All the pams really, I don't discriminate"- Blair Waldorf, episode 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love Steals Us From Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;- Idlewild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Every step takes a beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Through a city that's falling apart&lt;br /&gt;On a night that rises and clears&lt;br /&gt;In a sky that's clouded by years&lt;br /&gt;My anger is a form of madness&lt;br /&gt;So I'd rather have hope than sadness&lt;br /&gt;And you said something&lt;br /&gt;You said something stupid like&lt;br /&gt;Love steals us from loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misplaced your face in the shape of a smile&lt;br /&gt;On a night that could never surprise me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you're afraid of the past&lt;br /&gt;It's only the future that didn't last&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding yourself, kidding yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're going nowhere and you're going there fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said something&lt;br /&gt;You said something stupid like&lt;br /&gt;Love steals us from loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said something&lt;br /&gt;You said something stupid like&lt;br /&gt;Love won't shield us from loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6213028783715414977?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6213028783715414977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6213028783715414977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6213028783715414977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6213028783715414977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/px200.html' title='PX200!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RyXQwqRpQYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e1EJ7PCEcd4/s72-c/px200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-8043309796916053898</id><published>2007-10-24T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:12.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's not lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Everything's Not Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I counted up my demons&lt;br /&gt;Saw there was one for every day&lt;br /&gt;With the good ones on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I drove the other ones away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever feel neglected&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that all is lost&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting up my demons, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hoping everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought that it was over&lt;br /&gt;You could feel it all around&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's out to get you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let it drag you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if you ever feel neglected&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that all is lost&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting up my demons, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hoping everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever feel neglected&lt;br /&gt;If you think that all is lost&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting up my demons, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hoping everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing out&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing out, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And everything's not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sing out, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And everything's not lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this song. Go give it a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ending in 2 days. A Level Chinese in 5 days, PW OP in 7 days, have to hand in GPF in less than 2 weeks. Busy schedule ahead (orientation prep, chalet, camp, various activities). Have to treat people to expensive ice cream. Have to go shopping with 2 different groups of people. Have to meet up with sec sch friends. Have to help mummy make that gift card. Have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or is it that I'm already sounding tired just listing the things I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I should be happy that I have stuff to do! Better be busy than be bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of OP, I HAVE TO POST MY GROUP'S INTRODUCTION VIDEO HERE AFTER OUR OP IS OVER ON THE 31ST! I think our video is rockin' (so much for being humble..) and it's some cool stuff. So I want you guys to see it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...opportunity to showoff!...NOT (mimics the Borat thing that Sheng Kai keeps doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Rx83KG8pXDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tJ0ud3XTkcw/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Rx83KG8pXDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tJ0ud3XTkcw/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124875547774114866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95bcd087b1961576" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/Rx83KG8pXDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tJ0ud3XTkcw/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6706072349591741322</id><published>2007-10-21T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:40:37.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot</title><content type='html'>I'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit my head on my table and now there's a bump on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about killing brain cells (if any..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6706072349591741322?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6706072349591741322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6706072349591741322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6706072349591741322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6706072349591741322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/idiot.html' title='idiot'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4558190278326039090</id><published>2007-10-17T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:50:45.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end...</title><content type='html'>I got 50 rank points for my overall results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiqi and Tina, I guess I owe you the Haagen Dazs I promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, there is nothing to be happy about. 2 of my classmates may be leaving my class and many councillors aren't safe yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who got promoted, congrats! To those who aren't safe, don't fret too much. As Pris Sam says, "It's not over 'til it's over!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4558190278326039090?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4558190278326039090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4558190278326039090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4558190278326039090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4558190278326039090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-end.html' title='In the end...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4402727374927631470</id><published>2007-10-16T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:13:36.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>I think I should blog about my Promos just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I passed all subjects and my grades range from C to E. Nothing spectacular. But I should be thankful that I passed all my subjects with decent enough grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WORK HARDER NEXT YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Econs was a total screwed up piece of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short, a few classes got their marks moderated DOWN for a reason I shall not disclose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being so lucky, my class was one of those whose marks was moderated DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what sucks even more is that quite a few in my class is depending on Econs to ensure that they will be promoted. Failing would really jeopardize their promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO DEPRESSING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of this. I don't wanna talk about depressing results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ROCK KILLS KID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/shadowfax60/17854gif.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to give this album a listen not too long ago. I thought it was quite good. I read on Wiki that the band has influences from 1980s U2, The Cure, The Killers and Franz Ferdinand. I can tell. Some tracks has a little 80s, 90s feel to it with the keyboards and stuff. The third track, "Midnight", reminded me a little of Maroon 5. But I think Rock Kills Kid is much better than Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SC SENTOSA OUTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 268px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/shadowfax60/DSC00100_1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 265px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/shadowfax60/DSC00101_1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/shadowfax60/DSC00109_1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4402727374927631470?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4402727374927631470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4402727374927631470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4402727374927631470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4402727374927631470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-6287337254759348105</id><published>2007-10-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:55:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry....</title><content type='html'>I just learnt how hard it is to say sorry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly truly difficult (for me at least)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think this actor (Kanata Hongo), who is my age, is so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RwzT6V-zOxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SEuzvDM13s8/s1600-h/Hongo_kanata_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RwzT6V-zOxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SEuzvDM13s8/s320/Hongo_kanata_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119699875699833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanata Hongo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more guys like him in SA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. PLEASE DO MY PW SURVEY! (LINK IS BELOW)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-6287337254759348105?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/6287337254759348105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=6287337254759348105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6287337254759348105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/6287337254759348105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry.html' title='sorry....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sUpGAE0m23Y/RwzT6V-zOxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SEuzvDM13s8/s72-c/Hongo_kanata_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4715379907708993412</id><published>2007-10-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:56:14.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=rvX8DvXGdNsTqlrhpDO6Vg_3d_3d"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click Here to take survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE THE SURVEY, DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PLEASE WITH FRIGGIN CHEESE ON TOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4715379907708993412?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4715379907708993412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4715379907708993412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4715379907708993412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4715379907708993412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/pw-survey.html' title='PW survey'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-4352410105451436781</id><published>2007-10-09T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:33:21.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired LAH</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was kinda loser-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the epitome of loser-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Loser Land had only one day a year, it would be the 9th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there was NOTHING today (except inter-house games, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than HALF MY CLASS was present and some classes were entirely NON-EXISTENT! According to Pris Sam (our reliable SFC President), the school couldn't give us days off for marking days because they have a quota given by the MOE and they had given us days off for our study break 2 weeks ago. Still, today was loserfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've skipped school if I wasn't participating in inter-house soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was kinda fun but I felt quite intimidated by the other girls participating. Partly because most of them were part of the school team, one or two from external clubs  and basically, they all seemed more experienced than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be the least experienced among all the participants. This was my first time playing a proper soccer match, after all. Most of the time, I just dribble or juggle the ball my myself (since there was never anyone to play with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soccer (don't know the results yet), I went to check on the badminton people and realized there wasn't an inter-house badminton competition as there were too few female teams. How loser-fied is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris Sam and I wanted to go Java Chip-ping at Starbucks and had planned to go with QUEK. But, QUEK made herself absent today and went out with her friends. Her uber packed schedule made it almost impossible for her to meet us at City Hall to chillax. Her decision to not go Java Chip-ping made me upset because there were very few others present who were able to go. (JO QUEK, if you are reading this, this is the part where you feel guilty! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we didn't go Java Chip-ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, totally exhausted and sunburnt from soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tomorrow is PW day. Someone kill me now (or work some magic so that my WR can finish itself)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-4352410105451436781?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/4352410105451436781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=4352410105451436781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4352410105451436781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/4352410105451436781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired-lah.html' title='tired LAH'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8926838.post-7262394292919095719</id><published>2007-10-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:16:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>Exams has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over and done with. I think I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;burning out&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt; mood to study for the remaining papers (Maths and CSE) and I really had to PUSH myself to study for Econs yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Econs paper is totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREWED&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not the only one who screwed it though. Seems like everyone screwed it up one way or another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this email which made me feel better though. It talks about why there is pain and suffering in this world (the best explanation to it, or at least what the email says). So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I  have seen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his  beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good  conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they  eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that  God exists." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well,  you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell  me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned  children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't  imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The customer  thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an  argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after  he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty  hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The customer  turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You  know what? Barbers do not exist." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the  surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did,  there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that  man outside." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people  do not come to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point!  God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't  look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the  world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you think God exists, send this to other people. If you  think God does not exist, delete it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BE BLESSED &amp;amp; BE A BLESSING TO  OTHERS !!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave  his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have  eternal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-John 3:16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we should all look to Him for comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are curious, I didn't forward the email. I hate forwarding emails (if you go to my Facebook account, you'll see that I've joined a group who hates doing such things) so I decided to post the story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there's this imposter posing as people from my class and posting weird stuff on my class blog's tagboard and most recently, my blog too. If you see my tagboard, JoQuek's tag with BEP's lyrics is not her! It's the poser. I didn't realise this until I visited Jo's blog so, as you can see, I replied JoQuek Wannabe (although why would anyone want to be an YiTing Duck?... ...JOKING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see any suspicious articles (I'm beginning to sound like that weird automated voice thing on MRTs) or suspicious cyber-beings, please tell me and I will block their IP. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8926838-7262394292919095719?l=petrificus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/feeds/7262394292919095719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8926838&amp;postID=7262394292919095719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7262394292919095719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8926838/posts/default/7262394292919095719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petrificus.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11714579126256763672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
