<?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-9483233</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:10:31.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadischaris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112602385098992752</id><published>2005-09-11T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:24:11.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrt for any typos coz im sleeping as i type this. i'll check later if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired that even opening my eyes is a chore.and smetimes my fingers dont wanna listen to me. and i forgot to rearrange the pages for double sided rpintso i have to reprinht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to START studying. yes i know all of you out there are shaking your heads at my proposterously outrageous behaviour, but i really have had too much to do these few days. when i pick up my yextbook and read one sentencem i fall asleep.. and im really not lyingh about the s;eeping and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is actually lolling from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 205. everyone was so slack i didnt mind just working a little bit harder. but im in a mugger class now and im absolutely repulsed by studying. i hate it even more this year though im more exposed to it. i need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DONT WANT TO BE A MUGGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112602385098992752?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112602385098992752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112602385098992752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-really-really-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112533327535176253</id><published>2005-08-30T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:34:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe im blogging at a time like this: rushing this and that and totally freaked for final years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hahaha too bad for my happy-go-unlucky attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, i would like to say, i DO NOT get what the hype about project superstar is. sorry superstar fans, it's not my fault it's in chinese. and that i dont watch channel u. one thing you can do to TOTALLY PISS ME OFF is to start blabbering to me about the show. i get irritated enough at the promos on tv as it is and i do not need living breathing advertisers. im really really sorry; not flaming superstar, just the mindless franchise called talent questing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh it feels good to get that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see that mj's conversation window is blinking a splendid bright orange im just ignoring it hahaha! okay okay ive just come back from the conversation. my internet connection is killing me. the freewebs site manager has been loading for the past 10 minutes. urgh. i got pissed, i closed the internet browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tolerance is running low these days. get pissed off for the littlest of things. or maybe it's just pms but oh well. i dont like getting miffed but i still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i have a feeling suzuki sensei is gonna explode soon! she probably doesnt know what to do with me now. buahahaha. i did well in my jap test (ahhh it feels good to brag! haha) again and i still dont listen in class! no matter how much she tries to get me to listen i just.. CANT! whenever i look up at the powerpoint i start to stone. at home i can study fine coz i have plenty of distractions around me. strange but these distractions help me to study better coz they force me to try concentrating on my work. and so in jap class, there's barely anything to distract me except maybe shann but talking to her only serves to alert her to reprimand us and remind us to look at the screen again. so what am i to do besides stone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh okay random rantings. just have to say something! (everyone knows i talk too much heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee i love weekends a lot a lot A LOT! our skit was a success even though there were some slip-ups but at least the message got through! and im glad that philos is really reaching out and answering some really deep questions. even i learn more and more everytime. i LOOVVEE citivision church of Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant we have more weekends?? -pouts- my brain feels very strained now but im still very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour="orange"&gt;it's the joy of knowing i lead a very blessed life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1pt&gt;205 &gt; 301 anytime.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112533327535176253?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112498816738811929?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112498816738811929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112498816738811929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-205.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112170438344027458</id><published>2005-07-19T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:09:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i declare my love for LSS right here and now. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on i will totally heed your advice on study methods. i will forgo the television and computer - everyone knows these are distractions - to read up on the topic you are about to teach for the next biology lesson. then i'll be so thoroughly prepared and i will totally impress you with spectacular answers to your mind boggling questions in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before any biology quiz or test, i will rid my mind off all other subjects and thoughts in general - useless, these are - and focus on biology. i will eat sleep BREATHE biology. i will be equipped with knowledge of every single term and process in biology and and know everything i need for the test. who knows, i may amaze you so much, i get more than 100%, bonus marks for neatness and listening to you. who cares about everything else? biology is the only thing that matters in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weekends? biology of course. i will give up my social life for you! i will spend my saturdays and sundays with my head buried in biology books. i will read up on extra material too, so that i may better understand the subject im so very passionate about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the people who say im sucking up to you? i'd do ANYTHING to win your favour! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY AND LSS ARE THE LOVES OF MY LIFE! &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112170438344027458?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112170438344027458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112170438344027458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-declare-my-love-for-lss-right-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112118399840160079</id><published>2005-07-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:59:58.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>of all responsibilities&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;obligations are the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112118399840160079?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/112118399840160079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=112118399840160079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112118399840160079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112118399840160079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-all-responsibilities-obligations.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112110020963609328</id><published>2005-07-12T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:43:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112110020963609328?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112110020963609328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112110020963609328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/07/screw-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-112005743450075378</id><published>2005-06-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:15:01.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more tying my hair with elastic bands of any colour&lt;br /&gt;no more wearing any earrings i want (i sound like a bimbo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping late and not regretting&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping IN late and lazing around&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping whenever i feel like it (i love sleeping!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more going online whenever i want to in the mornings and afternoons&lt;br /&gt;no more procrastination that have delayed consequences&lt;br /&gt;no more being free from seeing teachers&lt;br /&gt;no more not caring about homework and not being constantly chased after&lt;br /&gt;no more having the freedom to CHOOSE to do schoolwork (i just want that freedom. even if i dont use it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more going to my piano when i have the urge to play a piece&lt;br /&gt;no more taking out my guitar to strum (either actual songs or rubbish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more just simply walking over the fridge and taking food&lt;br /&gt;no more free food (i dont have to pay =D)&lt;br /&gt;no more eating breakfast at 11am plus and lunch at 3pm plus&lt;br /&gt;no more eating anywhere anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more having friends come over in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;no more going to people's houses for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping over often&lt;br /&gt;no more having unplanned outings&lt;br /&gt;no more going out just for the sake of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more doing whatever i want whenever I WANT TO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-112005743450075378?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112005743450075378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/112005743450075378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more-tying-my-hair-with-elastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111928560614525790</id><published>2005-06-21T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:40:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was super pissed on friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I DROPPED MY EARRING INTO THE SINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ones from prague from isabelle and yanan too. the prettiest pair!! the worse part is my sink is built in such a way that the pipe is hidden! cant be taken out! =( sigh. im such a klutz i shouldnt even exist. i love those. at least i still have one side left (self-assurance again. im sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay i named my guitar! her name is &lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;! because she was bought on tuesday. but that's beside the point. i just LOVE how it sounds. it's so artsy and enigmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay our citiyouth website is progressing quite nicely. go visit go visit GO VISIT. and TAG. and SIGN THE GUESTBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/citiyouth"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/citiyouth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dead. i havent finished a lot of homework. i cant help procrastinating i have no idea why. in fact i shouldnt even be blogging but oh well im doing people a favour (i think people are going nuts that my blog is stagnant). i bet i cant even list out my homework (coz there's too much and coz i probably dont remember half of them) i shouldnt care. yes that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then i'll feel that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and it makes me wanna hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SIAS take up so much of my holiday time i dont even feel like doing my homework anyway. i get up at 7 or 8 in the morning just to travel in a bus then mrt all the way to somewhere like BOON LAY or BUKIT PANJANG then finish what we planned(most of the time) after which i will travel ALL THE WAY back in the mrt then bus back home and i reach home at like 7 or 8 plus in the evening. im like barely at home. my home is like for me to sleep in or something. my daily activities are never carried out here. sigh. only online stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just remembered! iwenttogetmyeyebrowsthreaded! haha. faith brought me and constance to somewhere near mustafa to get them done but we didnt really want to so we watched faith first. we were quite hesitant to do it actually. then it was like some let's-just-do-it-for-the-experience kind of thing. so they are now quite defined and arched. it was kinda painful but it's quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it obvious? actually ive gone for some SIA meetings and no one has noticed. which is good, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constance and faith got henna tattoos too! i didnt want one. thriftiness in this case might be a virtue. what am i talking about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im gonna answer the questions on faith's blog which she got from her friend's blog (maybe a little influenced but nevermind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were given a choice between two options..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. be married to a man you love but not love you (he will do anything a husband is required to do...including take care of you..show concern...have sex...be there for u..anything but love you)&lt;br /&gt;b. never be married at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! [i'd probably be too in love to care anyway. i think it's good enough he's willing to do all that for me even though he doesnt love me! and i want my 8 kids i CANNOT be a spinster. i'd just die if i were a spinster.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. have a handsome but very fat boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;b. have a really ugly but really really well built body ( not the body builder kind...but the perfect in every way kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! [the body isnt all that important actually. ive never been one to look at the body first anyway. and honestly i dont think those are my judging criterias. i'd look for someone who can make me laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. be stuck on a deserted island with no food at all but a companion&lt;br /&gt;b. be stuck on an deserted island with all the food and water you need..but you are all alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! [so what if i have food and water? i think i'd go nuts and become schizophrenic then i wouldnt care whether i have food and water anyway. i want a friend to be scared and hungry with me. not that i want my friend to be in that plight but.. you get the idea. anyway guides will find food! =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. have a blind dog&lt;br /&gt;b. have a three legged dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! [i dont want my dog to be blind. even though i know the three legged dog will be limping away but at least he/she gets to see all those wonderful sights and colours! i'd always wanted to be deaf rather than blind so i wouldnt want my dog to be blind too! and im sure my dog will be strong enough to overcome this flaw and adjust his/her movement!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. sit alone in a theater while watching a horror flick&lt;br /&gt;b. sit with weird looking strangers in a theater while watching a horror flick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! [duh i have an OVERACTIVE imagination. i cant i cant i &lt;strong&gt;absolutely CANT&lt;/strong&gt; be alone by myself. no no no. what's more it's a horror flick. i'd faint and probably never be found and my body will be rotting away with all the popcorn on the floor (who has the mood to eat popcorn? it's a horror flick!! i bet the person threw up the popcorn bucket in fright)! see see i TOLD you i have an overactive imagination. i think my imagination's my worst fear.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. have many good friends&lt;br /&gt;b. have one best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! [i think everyone needs one friend to really connect with very closely. i mean you can have good friends that you cant confide in as much as you could with your best friend. and if she's your bestie your days will never be boring! ever! i dont think i've really found my ultimate bestie yet. though i think im coming very close.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copy and paste this onto your blog and answer! just alter the answers and/or reasons to make them your own. try not to get influenced (though it's probably human nature).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111928560614525790?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111928560614525790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111928560614525790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111928560614525790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111928560614525790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-super-pissed-on-friday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111882268599666302</id><published>2005-06-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:06:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey again. im blogging! whee! take a look at my guitar [http://www1.yamaha.com.sg/215.html]&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;333 (my guitar is F310P TBS. is there a difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant play very well which is sad. but im gonna practise till i can. not now though. sigh THIS HOLIDAY SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently translating a report on Hari Raya Puasa into chinese. imagine the fun im having. =D my internet is having problems and this is adding to my joy. i cant use the online translator. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ADVERTISEMENT: GO TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/citiyouth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.freewebs.com/citiyouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NOW OR I'LL SHOOT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry reg for borrowing your phrase but it seems effective hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent many sleepless nights on this okay so go GO!! i want to see the stat counter going haywire because of the jumping numbers! (remember to tag or sign the guestbook so i wont hunt you down for not visiting =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh better go finish translating. or someone else will hunt ME down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111882268599666302?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111882268599666302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111882268599666302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-again_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111839382029407448</id><published>2005-06-10T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:57:00.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you must be surprised that im blogging. again. or ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do you all a favour and shoot myself for that. BANG BANG BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no actually im being held at gunpoint by faith IN MY OWN HOME to blog. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sentosa on monday. and it was fun. we went cycling. and we REALISED that meijiao was the oldest among us. what a revelation. but she obviously doesnt look it. she has an i/c! and im the youngest. yayyyyyyyyyy. oh anyway we went cycling. we went to cycle the jungle trail and edna fell or lost balance every few minutes i dunno why. and junice slammed right into a railing. it looked damn painful ouch. LUCKILY there was a railing though. she could have flopped right down the slope and become part of nature. what a beautiful birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at 12 today. yay. after being woken up at 8.20 to discuss some math sia thing. which turned out to be nothing coz they just wanted me to explain something. that's all. and so i went back to sleep and didnt wake up till 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith called me a lazy pig. but i slept at 2 okay. doing our website then reading some magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go announce that i have blogged. otherwise noone would read this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111839382029407448?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111839382029407448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111839382029407448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-must-be-surprised-that-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111409634722378078</id><published>2005-04-21T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:12:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAK BLOGGERRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid why did it freaking decide to "cannot find server" just when i clicked publish post???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im going to sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so AS I WAS SAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been blogging again. everytime i go online nowadays, im doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im blogging. but the problem is that there's nothing to blog about. im just meandering through my mundane and totally tiresome life. we're getting loads of homework everday. my eye bags are getting worse due to consecutive late nights. oh yes i just found out that i have moderately high levels of sth that makes my hyperactive. im guessing this is serotonin but who am i to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to say??? oh i took SUPER LONG for my current affairs. on friday, monday and tuesday you could see me working on it during break and lunch without fail. but i finally handed it in. and it was overdue for DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom ba boom ba ba! yay tmr got some weird finals thing at yio chu kang mrt. hmm. missing lessons rocks all the same =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freakishly tired (and incoherent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for the updates on my life. stay tuned. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111409634722378078?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111409634722378078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111409634722378078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111409634722378078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111409634722378078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/04/freak-bloggerrrr-stupid-why-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111409484150152560</id><published>2005-04-21T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T07:47:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops havent blogged in a long time. everytime i come online nowadays, im doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im blogging. but the problem is there's nothing much to blog about. im meandering through my mundane and totally tiresome life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday has been endless homework. my eyebags are getting worse coz of all the consecutive late nights!! oh yes i recently found out i have moderately high levels of sth that makes me slightly hyperactive. im thinking it's serotonin but im not qualified to guess, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i say? i spent so many days on my current affairs. like on friday, monday and tuesday you can see me working on my current affairs during break and lunch without fail. coz somehow i never have time to do work at home. hmm. why is that so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh my sias are cramming up. like stagnant. and no progress whatsoever. if i keep going like this im gonna fail every subject!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all for the updates on my life. stay tuned. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111409484150152560?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111409484150152560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111409484150152560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111409484150152560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111409484150152560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/04/oops-havent-blogged-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111271401858812763</id><published>2005-04-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:13:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this poem is dedicated to fellow flowerpeckerer euodia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Dried Her Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Jane Brontë&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dried her tears and they did smile&lt;br /&gt;To see her cheeks' returning glow&lt;br /&gt;How little dreaming all the while&lt;br /&gt;That full heart throbbed to overflow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that sweet look and lively tone&lt;br /&gt;And bright eye shining all the day&lt;br /&gt;They could not guess at midnight lone&lt;br /&gt;How she would weep the time away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be sad like this poor girl anymore okay? be hap-hap-happy(both day AND night. it's not good to cry at night anyway - swollen eyes! XD)!! you know you always have us around to cheer you up! and yes i know this is a bit late but anyway this poem rocks so i HAD to put it up. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you dont know what happened, go to euodia's blog (link located below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111271401858812763?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111271401858812763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111271401858812763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111271401858812763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111271401858812763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-poem-is-dedicated-to-fellow_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111263168959317957</id><published>2005-04-04T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:25:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF SUPER FRIES AND EVIL MCFLURRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fries was roaming the skies of Macdonald's when SUDDENLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SENSES DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his bionic vision, he spots - none other than - the evil McFlurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he swoops down on the villian. he delivers a devastating punch and powerful kick, before tossing McFlurry over his head! McFlurrry, defeated, lies in a pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE DAY IS SAVED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. just leave a bunch of nanyang girls at macs, and this is what you get - extreme self-entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes last saturday after hsk, which was a total waste of time coz it's quite expensive and it's like rather simple, me, litang, regina, rachel goh, meijiao and sze ying went to serene centre macs for icecream. serious craving for oreo mcflurry. four of us bought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after we finished our food, reg, litang, sze ying and mj started making this thing. and it looked like a super hero! it was made up of a mcflurry cup stuffed in a fries holder with the icecream spoons sticking out. there was even a serviette cape! hahaha. and since there was a superhero, there HAD to be a villian! the villian sucks lahh coz we made it from the leftover stuff. just mcflurry cup with spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we started taking pictures with our handphones. so cute lahh. super fries posing against the macs tray. there were three shots: 1) super fries flies 2) showdown of superfries and mcflurry 3) mcflurry lying on serviette with chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the third shot we thought it needed blood so we grabbed rachel's serviette with chilli and plopped mcflury on top of it. i didnt manage to take the third shot though, phone no more memory space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we wrote a note on the tray paper: Look! It's super fries and evil mcflurry! and we were hoping the person cleaning would read it and laugh or sth. then when litang,reg and i came back from the washroom it was cleared! and the rest said that the aunty who cleared it didnt understand english and as she was clearing, super fries head dropped off! hahaha. and it was only then that my phone had memory space. no third shot for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night there was my brother's birthday party. and quite a few of our church youth turned up. the youth just HAD to play the games and so we played youth musical chairs and nick won. i got out first coz i though there was a problem with the hi fi set and the music stopped so i didnt grab a seat! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it was super freezing cold. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was the FIRST EVER CHINESE LESSON THAT I &lt;strong&gt;DIDNT&lt;/strong&gt; FALL ASLEEP WAHAHAHA!! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me personally to find out. It is not polite to disclose such information publicly. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111263168959317957?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111263168959317957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111263168959317957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111263168959317957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111263168959317957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/04/mind-boggling-adventures-of-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111236866700009804</id><published>2005-04-01T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:43:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man this week has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, TWO math quizzes this week: one on monday and one on friday. so the week basically started AND ended with a total bang. and i was completely clueless for the second one. i need to stop sleeping in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the end-of-year programme thing. everything sounds so interesting it's so difficult to decide! there's like all the china programmes which i dont mind going. and there's the new zealand sailing programme which i SO wanna go but it's quite expensive and it's too late to decide now. the uk/us ones look fun too! again the cost! there's also the chiangmai cip, but i dont really wanna go coz i can go there for church camps and stuff. sigh i think i should do one of the china programmes coz it's still overseas and you get to gain something from it. BUT THEN there's the problem of which china programme to gooooo!!! just kill me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were also reminded on WEDNESDAY that the due date for total defence silver was FRIDAY (TODAY!). please note the day difference. yeah sure complete a whole project work scale thing in two days. but we all managed to finish it up!! and quite good too! we're slowly becoming superhumans. =D and did i mention my recipe book's pro-ness? =)) so colouful and preeeettyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah our presentation today was not bad. i acted as a car accident victim. *beams* "i just got into a car accident. i need blood badly... please?" hurhur. imagine seeing that on the streets. and we had nice sound effects as well for a particular slide especially. over all our powerpoint was short and sweet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw i totally screwed up my Passionata speech. i forgot my lines and choked on my thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our Good Friday shopping trip was fun! we were walking around aimlessly then this woman comes to us to get us to redeem this free shirt using her receipts. so she passed us two receipts and there's like two hundred over bucks as the total lahh. so scary. so we got the shirts and went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all refused to use my delifrance coupons! =( we were contemplating to go delifrance and kfc then sigh yan an was standing outside kfc longingly so we decided on that. and i, being the klutz that i am, dropped one piece of chicken from my bandio pockett. sadd. and being the broke and indecisive ppl that we are, we went window shopping as usual. sighhhh. we wanted to watch lemony snicket's (NONE of us have watched it gasp!) but j8's theatre didnt have boos. so AS USUAL, we only spent money on neos and food. bah. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined cell was quite okay. though the hammering the nails on the cross was a bit of a problem. a rather solemn affair. but the games were fun! sadischaris = singapore ah lian! ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with stupid msn?? i wanna use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait cant wait CANT WAIT&lt;br /&gt;for OUTFIT DAYY! ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111236866700009804?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111236866700009804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111236866700009804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111236866700009804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111236866700009804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111193738970757169</id><published>2005-03-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:31:12.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay more entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER SUNDAY TO EVERYONE! whee! *sings* and because He livesssss, I can face tomorrow! because He livesss all fear is gone! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ultra happy today! suddenly very enthu about Easter Sundayy! dawned on me that i wouldnt be here if Jesus hadnt come into the world! i have a lot to be thankful about in the world! even though sometimes life doesnt treat me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i didnt mention my legs which are hurting like crazy in my previous entry. i guess i was sitting down and i forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im telling you now. i cant stand up, sit down, walk up or down the stairs or bend my knees without my thighs hurting!! i have lost the ability to do those activities without pain! ))=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's only the flowerpeckerers who have this problem. the whole batch dont have hurting thighs! only me and euods do! boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat-rub doesnt work anymore! sobb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to another stressful week and oh man third lang tmr. i bet im gonna get caught talking again (= i dont remember doing much homework this week. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111193738970757169?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111193738970757169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111193738970757169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111193738970757169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111193738970757169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-more-entries-happy-easter-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-111168064658547753</id><published>2005-03-24T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:18:56.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ookay. so i didnt keep my promise to update more often sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go online to do homework you know. i really do. (go on. believe it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh anyway im like totally screwed up for everything. after obs and march hols which have been EXTREMELY busy weeks,i suddenly cant cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first aid course during march hols was fun. we all passed the tests! we're certified first aiders *beams* though i broke annie's (the dummy.NOT to be mistaken as a real person) arm while turning her over. so you can totally trust me to rescue you when you're dying (= aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week hasnt been treating us well too. up till now we STILL havent completed our physics optic toy, which is FAIRLY easy to build, if we had a whole day to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly we dont.(and not likely to come anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes nowadays i fall asleep a lot. i miss like half of maths lessons dozing of for 5 minutes then waking for 5 then sleeping for 5 again. so i dont understand most of the stuff that's happened. haha oh well. and during bio lss asked whether i wanted to go wash my face. do i look very obviously sleepy?? fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now the chaleters (me, ju,reg,bingo and mj) are looking for chalets to stay during the hols! hahaha so fun! &lt;a href="http://www.aloha.gov.sg/sections/loyang/index.html"&gt;http://www.aloha.gov.sg/sections/loyang/index.html&lt;/a&gt; go aloha loyang, chalet amenities and garden terrace! yay so nice. cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this good friday holiday turns out well (meaning homework finished on time). jiayuan,belle, yanny,lmj and i are going out tmr(uhh so much for homework haha)! such a loooong time since we've done that! so excitedd. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised this is the fourth entry since this blog started. and i havent gotten bored of the blogskin yet! i bet you all are, checking my blog for updates so often ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it i guess. no promises this time. low chance i'd keep it. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-111168064658547753?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/111168064658547753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=111168064658547753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111168064658547753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/111168064658547753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/03/ookay.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-110943097978741566</id><published>2005-02-26T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T07:27:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged in the LONGEST time and my blog is totally stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa i just checked and my last entry was almost TWO MONTHS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine i shall resolve to blog at least once a week but whether this will be successful or not is a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something quite freaky happened just now. while my family was out of the house my aunty called to say that she tried to call our house and someone picked up. the only problem with that is there's no one in the house. and when we called home it was engaged. so we had to rush back to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the journey back was SO nerve-racking. my mum was telling us to all keep quiet while my parents went to check the house. and like constance was saying what if the person was armed or something. and i, seeing the logical(HAHA) side of things, asked "which burglar breaks into someone's house then answers the phone for them? or MAYBE, the phone rang and he realised he forgot to unhook the phone so he just did." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we went into the house and everything and everything seemed fine and i was like looking around to see if anyone could be hiding. then we checked the phone and called it but it was still engaged. then i think maybe it was the dial-up that we forgot to unplug. but the weird thing is that usually when we're using the internet ppl can call through just that they disconnect the dial-up. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway glad that's over. the youth had some SERIOUS talk today. about solving problems and getting along and whatnot. it was quite fruitful i guess. we ate alot today. like a mini-buffet at the youth table! we brought plates and plates of food from the activity room to the poolside. we're all such pigs! wahahaha. and after eating we saw someone BATHING in a unit upstairs. we were all shocked!!! haha imagine. you can see it from the POOLSIDE. oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha faith taught us how to play mahjong today! to prepare for our major mahjong sleepover during the march holidays! whee~!! so super fun. but we didnt have anywhere to play since the mhajong room in uncle dom's condo was taken and even though we could probably have squeezed a table in,we decided we didnt want to embarrass ourselves in front of the pro aunties and uncles. so we picked a corner under the stairs to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a cosy corner. for girls that is. the guys would just complain about the space constraint. so we played. and one time this anuty walked down the staircase from the mahjong room and saw us playing. she said "so cute". haha. constance won the first round. and when we finally moved into the activity room, constance won another game. and my dad took over for one. and won. and she won the next game! i won ONE btw. and how many games did we play? FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for updates on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh i really really hate school. and the only thing that's really keeping me going is friends and cca.if they EVER decide to scrap cca i'd probably die. and during the weekends with my extraordinary amount of homework, my church friends are always there to make my life mean something.im really thankful for all these friends who stay by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im super stressed up although i dont show it. i honestly am. though the funny thing is, this stress usually manifests itself as hyperactivity or outbursts or both. depends. i dont know what im surviving on for energy right now.i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting super paranoid right now. that if i keep slacking i'd just shoot to the BOTTOM of the class. it's TERRIFYING. that's the problem with being in a mugger class. no time for proper relaxation. like when you think about it, ppl are probably gonna study and like that's almost a sure pass in a test. while slacking and trying to remember stuff you catch in class is, well, quite insubstantial right, not knowing whether you're prepared for the test at all. i swear we're all gonna breakdown sometime. and if i continue to be this hyper im gonna have a psychological meltdown or something. scaryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand studying. it seems i have this optimum studying point and if i exceed that i get confused and stupid. haha. strange.when i study i have this frustration inside of me. like you're forcing yourself to do something. i dunno. it's such a bizarre feeling. i cant seem to put my finger on it. and im always sleepy. i practically sleep away half of math lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework. sucks. there's just too much! one day you dont have any homework and the next, boom. bombarded. do the teachers decide on a day to just cram us with homework or something? this is like one of school life's mysteries. just unfathomable. how do they expect us to do so much? im SUPPOSED to be doing homework right now. but not in the mood. then again, when are we ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i just remembered the thinking day parade. we sort of screwed up but it wasnt too major i guess. but as usual we pale in comparison to other UGs. we shall buck up this year! yes we will. (we hope.) and im just so happy that trainings are over. they were just overtaking my homework-and-test-piahing time (if there wer any to begin with). sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yanny and belle for the nicey earrings from prague! love them loads. miss you belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for all my complaining. just needed somewhere to see my problems laid out. feel better sort of. resolve to blog some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope everything turns out better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-110943097978741566?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/110943097978741566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=110943097978741566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110943097978741566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110943097978741566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-110510955221602295</id><published>2005-01-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:03:35.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so much for blogging about holidays and chalet and whatever. failed in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. yesterday went to sac (pronounced "sac" as in "egg sac" according to reg) to "study". but first reggae, rachel, junice and i had to eat. coz some ppl were hungry. ended up reggae and rachel ate mixed veg rice and they were saying that this year's not so nice coz they change stallowner already. reggae said the potatoes tasted sour. so i took a bite and it was sour. and then rachel continued eating her sour potatoes and &lt;strong&gt;she liked it&lt;/strong&gt;. ahahaha.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and we were looking her like she was some weirdo and started talking about sec one lifeskills camp and the sour potatoes for the first day lunch and rachel ate all the potatoes coz she liked them until she found out they were rotten. haha. so reggae and i thought of some ingenious recipe to leave potatoes out in the sun for 10 days and giving it to rachel and passing it off as sour cream and onion chips. haha. and all the while she continued eating her sour potatoes. okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to sac when it was already four. all because we were like delaying time. tsk tsk tsk. and yibing was with us too. i found regina hasnt been to sac before! haha. she didnt know we had to take our shoes off. and her stupid hammerhead shark socks. ahahaha. funny white rolled up hammerheadies. and so we got a small booth after leaving our bags at the entrance and suddenly we see rachel heading over with her bag and files. and we were like wondering why she took her bag along and then she started unpacking her worksheets and books. so we were staring at her until she realised that we were staring then she went like "we not doing homework meh?" and then we look at her like she's crazy or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we head to the videolounge and we see some sjab ppl and yibing was talking to them and we told yibing "you look like you're from st john's leh.." then we told her to go back to talk to her sjab friends and we said that was actually said to get rid of her. so mean.. haha. but in the end we took her back and did our stupid hand command thing. we sat at the elevated part next to sjab and we were like talking and singing songs. then reggae said "all the chaleters are here... except tisiana..." so actually we made one of the pillows tissy but then reggae had a brilliant idea and jumped over to the other side of the video lounge and grabbed a bolster. and it was tissy! haha. but we accidentally dropped her on the floor, stepped on her and kicked her. sorry tis! haha. and then adeline came and she put the bolster in her lap. and then we were looking at her and we told her that the bolster was tisiana and she was in her lap. then she like threw it aside and took it back to hug it. awww... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we decided to call tisiana and we put my handphone on loudspeaker and we were like shouting into the phone but she couldnt hear us. we kept shouting tisiana until we realised that sac has no reception. so then we went outside for awhile and shouted but she STILL COULDNT HEAR. so actually it wasnt a problem with reception. then we heard a lot of guys in the background. and you know what we were thinking. and if you dont too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we went back in we started to find a place on the wall to write NYGG in big letters, bigger than everyone else's. but the only blank spot was really high up so we got reggae to write. but even then it was kinda scrawly and not very nice. haha. so we settled with writing NYGG in every small space we could find so that wherever anyone looked, they would see NYGG sreaming at them. ahahahaha. and rachel had to write hers so nicely (she didnt get any homework done btw) she drew one in the time that reggae and i wrote like eight together. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the people manning the sac chased us out, we decided to call tissy again and we found out she was at mac's. and since the loudspeaker couldnt work we talked normally instead and when i talked to her i heard some guy's voice in the background and she shouted "oh no im forfeited!" and &lt;strong&gt;she hung up on me&lt;/strong&gt;! so annoying lor. then all of them went to swing while i went to the toilet. and we called her AGAIN. and she told us she was at adam road mac's so reggae, rachel and i went there to visit her. she told us she'd treat us to something. and we wanted fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking there we were rehearsing a speech for tisiana. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reggae: we're like totally disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;rachel: thanks for forgetting us so soon.&lt;br /&gt;me: we'll forget you too, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we also decide that we should just plop down on the seat and say "where's our fries? we dont have a lot of time to waste on you, you know.." very mean i know. haha. but anyway, when we went into mac's she was like "HELLO!!" so super loudly but she didnt immediately come towards us. then we just picked a place to sit. quite miserably. and there tissy was, having fun with her nj friends while we sat there tired, bored and forgotten. sigh. it was only a few minutes after that tissy went to attend to us lor. grrr... and when we presented our speech she was like "i got forget you all meh?" and other than that no other reaction lor. sigh. but she still bought the fries. then we just sat there eating sadly at the side while tissy goes to play with her nj friends. and we wrote NYGG in chilli sauce on the paper thing. hahaha. and then reggae suggests we should study. so she reads to us. "Chemistry Matters" then she reads us some paragraph in atoms, elements and compounds like we're kindergarten kids. and we're laughing and eating. tissy is laughing and having fun. and being the nice ppl we were, we left ONE fry for tisiana and reggae broke it into two. it was supposed to represent our hearts. sobb. we presented it at her nj table on the chilli sauce NYGG tray. i think she was grateful. but she went back to playing after that. she kept walking from our table to the nj table but she spent more time there i think. anyway we presented her a sour warhead "from the supermarket to dorinda to reggae to me to you" and she was touched. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to have hot fudge sundae! we're such pigs. and we only got 3 spoons. so we were eating. and after nj friends left, tissy came over to our table for sundae. we wanted to ignore her but reggae gave her a spoonful. so sweet of her. i wanted to go to the toilet before leaving but reggae wouldnt let me. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes we also told tissy about this ology language that my class used to have. yep. so we were like saying letsology speakology inology ology. and when i left for a different busstop, i hugged tissy and said "byeology" then as i was walking away i heard them say "eh this is the wrong way" and they started to walk towards me. haha. also when i was walking to the busstop i REALLY needed the toilet so i tried not to think about it. so when i dropped off at my stop i sent reggae an sms saying "whose wise idea was it to not let me go to the toilet?lucky i was sleeping the whole journey home or i would have kept thinking about it!" ahaha. so that's me. and reggae learn your lesson: ALWAYS let me go to the toilet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it. finally a new post. our fun day with guides. we should go to the sac to "study" more. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-110510955221602295?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/110510955221602295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=110510955221602295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110510955221602295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110510955221602295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-so-much-for-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9483233.post-110242803688287009</id><published>2004-12-08T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T07:00:16.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heyy. welcome me back to the online world!! ive not been online for like 2 months?? it's been such a looong time, got A LOT to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;recently, our guides camp! wonder how long i'll take to blog about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay call me a lucky duck or anything but i was fetched to school by my dad. lugging my bags to the canteen area where everyone was just halfasleep staring at their bags. so went to fall in with our bags and everything, surrendered our ezlink cards and wallets. each platoon was given a buddy. stonefish's was a giraffe. so on the way to our classroom i named it patches! so we set patches to watch our tent bag. i left to build navy's gateway and i think we all forgot about it then patches was &lt;strong&gt;kidnapped&lt;/strong&gt;!! the horrors! anyway we finished building out gateway and it was fantastic! haha. not being ego or anything but it was! but the bad news was that miss ng told us that the turf under our gateway cannot be walked upon as it is new and expensive. imagine how disappointed we were! we just couldnt see how that oranged patch of grass could be new and expensive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway on to teambuilding! we were expecting something draining like last year's push up position with raw eggs (yes, mj, my eggy shorts). but it wasnt. it was like blindfolded piecing up a puzzle, which went quite well unless you count all the confusing directions coming from all sides. and the painting! haha. i still dont get why we were so squashed together when the sec3s werent. hmm. then a few of us were left outside the circle just holding the string. it turned out quite..um..how should i put this..unusual?? haha. tried to write the words tuan yuan it ended up morphing into some strange distorted reindeer. haha. quite cute though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then had lunch and testwork. i didnt do all the testworks i signed up for hehe but i did pass topo map theory and prac, tester melissa low! heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;outdoor cooking! just my luck to have a sore throat during camp blah. but anyway our chicken &lt;strong&gt;soup&lt;/strong&gt;(not to be confused with chicken&lt;strong&gt; stew&lt;/strong&gt;) was the best! haha. ppl kept coming back for more! not kidding okay. it was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;trust and courage was unexpectedly tough. the balloon challenge thing. we thought we werent supposed to talk to each other but actually we were. we must have seem strange trying to complete the task and being so quiet haha. and poor mj kept touching the newspaper and balloons when she wasnt supposed to be! balloons and newspaper can be SO tempting. haha. the human staircase was basic enough. human chairs was the difficult one. me and my slippery pants caused us to slip so many times! sorryy! and to make it worse, my shoes were slippery too! fine. we tried like 10 over times but we were mentioned for our perserverance! yay! at night we had COH. wasnt as gruelling as we expected but the wait was tiring. the navy PLs didnt dare to do anything else lest we miss COH. after that lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wide game in little india! kinda hopeless at guessing the indian sweets. kept getting them wrong time and time again. and yay i liked the copying of tamil words part. eating kosong prata in 20s was kinda difficult, considering some of us didnt dare to swallow the whole piece down. our sari with the hollies and the scarf design was copied from the henna painting on shujun's hand! haha. how original. we reached the finishing point 2nd behind chinook and when the puffies arrived we cheered. and when the swordies came in next we all cheered coz navy totally rocked, came in 2nd, 3rd and 4th. we may not have come in 1st but our battalion came in quite good. yay navy rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;station training was basically all the normal stuff like river crossing and ladder and eshelter. but we reached one station late so we didnt do axemanship ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;FOOTDRILL!! yay! was looking forward to it even before camp. i love i love I LOVE footdrill! haha. okay insane. oh well. we revised some of commands. and learned some new ones too. but the sad thins was that sec2s footdrill honestly sucked. not like the commandants were being strict with us or anything. in fact,i think they were kinda kind to us. anyway we have to jiayou coz we're gonna be sec3s next year must really buck up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then comes the "important meeting". read mj's post on this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NIGHT TREASURE HUNT!!! This year the storyplot's supposed to be set in the world war 2. We're supposed to find out who killed Ling by the end of it. And ho yea, we're supposed to be the character James who's ling's boyfriend.Before that they said that we has an important briefing in the LT and we were all so scraed because we thoughtthey're going to show us gory pictures of japansese soldiers in bloodstained clothes and what cemetary that kind of things to scare us. BUT.. but!! As we started filing into the LT we heard people in front going omg omg omg!! I started to brace myself for possible gory pictures. but..BUT!!! we went in and we SAW DICK LEE ON THE SCREEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of us started shrieking and shrieking and jumped around. We shouted we love you miss ng and seniors and sat down to scream and scream. Regina wanted to cry. We already resigned to fate that we'll miss the finals.I mean, how big is the chances that they let you into the LT to watch singapore idol finals in the middle of camp? muahahah so we enjoyed ourselves all screaming together and watching the big screen with the nice surround stereos. Muaha. I bet your Tv isn't that big! *gloat* We then learnt that they dint plan for this and it was just suddenly arranged when they thought of the idea during COH. They pushed all the activities back into the night! The sch techs have to connect the cables and all during the afternoon as noone has ever requested to watcha TV program in there before. Haha. At first ms ng asked for the biggest TV they can find in school and we'll just sit down and watch at the eco pond but we got the LT!! It's nice to sit and scream together with our CCA friends. haha and ms ng supports sylvester. Bleaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and since mj was so nice to sponsor me this bit of post, i shall leave it in its original form and NOT edit the spelling errors. btw, i need to say something *feels mj poke me in the back* I.LOVE.MJ! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stonefish's first clue was twinkle twinkle little star and we immediately thought bball court coz we do our stargazing there. but as we were approaching we could hear the faint piano playing of twinkle twinkle little star which was kinda creepy considering it was 10plus at night. so we went to the piano and su yi was there and she added to the creepiness coz she was so little girly innoncent! ahhh!! then a masked person jumped out from behind the piano which made us jump! and tis who was looking behind at 2 sec4s who seemed like they were going to kidnap one of us turned around later, saw the face and jumped too! haha. it seems hilarious now but it wasnt so then. after that we went to the heritage corner to listen to the tape recording and at that station our kerosene lamp went out! so we had to light our candles and headed down to the carpark where we walked around a few pillars blindfolded and when we opened our eyes a doll was dropped down (was it supposed to be scary?) and took the clue from behind it. i think ling's station was the scariest coz jialin was quite convincing and reached out at times to grap our throats. anyway we didnt get to finish our last station and no one guessed ling's murderer right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;on this day we had our planned outdoor cooking on dialect. and there was A LOT of hokkien mee around. okay so i realised too late that we forgot to bring any decorative plates to present our food. food preparation was quite boring. i was supposed to be turfing and firelighting!!! argh!! why did i have to be sick?? anyway we were cooking our hokkien mee but it was too late to add the garlic so we made up for it by adding lots and lots of pepper which sort of happens to be stonefish's specialty ingredient. and the turnips in our popiah were hard and sort of uncooked and the skin we chose is supposed to be cooked to taste good. oh well. our cai bo omelette was smashed up and out tang yuan was a tad too sweet. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and then comes the uniform workshop. oh how fun discovering the new way of wearing the guides uniform is. and this is a basic step-by-step tutorial on how to wear the guides uniform by mj:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Step 1: Tuck in your shirt straight and pull it from the bottom so it's total toots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Step 2: To tuck out so you look less toot, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO pull your shirt out. Instead, *drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Step 3: Simply stretch your hands to touch the sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then this whole room of guide tooties with tightly tucked-in shirts were stretching desperately trying to make more shirt come out. Hahaha so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and now for battalion games which totally rocked coz we pulverised air force!! ahahaha. being PL is so fun coz it's hilarious to watch other ppl on the battlefield. regina with her super long legs stcking out of the "prison" popping so many balloons. but the funniest has to be claire and yibing. the one with no legs defending the one with no eyes. make sense? it was funny logic. hahaha!! the PLs were like laughing their heads off watching. and no one from airforce went to attack our handicaps? hmm. it was comical all the same. and then navy had four down and airforce had like four LEFT.. and no one from airforce went to save the CLs at the other end. no one stopped the PLs from running back home too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;our campfire performance was quite senseless overall but the last part was really dramatic. suat and her screechy voice. very convincing as the sissy dying soldier! ahaha. and mj as the "wei da" brother who ended up dying anyway. and who could forget amanda's pro guitar playing skills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;striking camp: the first time you'll ever hear anyone complaining about tight knots. i was having so much trouble trying to loosen the knots coz they.just.wouldnt.budge!! and the rain made the uber tight too. and we had to dismantle our precious gateway. ahh our beautiful gateway!!! which wasnt even used due to the oh-so-precious turf that we would be stepping on if we had walked through it. oh yes it was such a worthy sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SABOTAGE!!! another thing i was looking forward to even before camp! and clumsy old me had to knock my hands into a basin of soap and it fell to the floor. and my plan to try to get one of the sec3s dirty worked sort of. i touched someone's nose! still dunno whose it was. and the dipping our hands into the pail to look for marbles was kinda frustrating, due to the fact that there werent any marbles to look for!! i picked up my hand to smell the liquid too. it was soy sauce. i havent really figured out what that squishy stuff was. rice? anyway, i picked a handful of it up and squished it into a ball. and i.dont.like.celery! bleargh. the mud was nice. roll roll roll. ahaha. me and meiting were kidnapped but we didnt quite figure out until we were left standing together and stonefish was screaming our names. it wasnt until we went pi po pi po that they found us. stonefish is smart. we had this ingenious plan to figure out if we lost our members. when we lined up in a train we would squeeze the right hand harder than the left so if someone were to replace the person behind with someone from another platoon we would know. clever huh? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;leaving camp was sad. navy won most of the prizes! best platoons, best sec2 recruit plus special mentions and best PL! all except best sec1 recruit. quite zi bei me stionefish PL didnt get anything but PS got best sec2 recruit and tis got special mention. oh well. anyway, i want to be night treasure hunt and/or sabotage IC next year! muahaha! be afraid. be VERY afraid. im not called sadischaris for nothing you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ahh miss camp so so much!! want to go backk. sob. ='( nevermind we can look forward to next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and now for the thank yous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xinying&lt;/strong&gt; for being a wonderful PS and taking charge most of the time (for all my irresponsibility XP)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and helping teach the sec1s. and all the times i wasnt online to discuss stuff and for all your hard work typing and printing everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tisiana&lt;/strong&gt; for helping with the sec1s as well and adding your psychotic laughter to our platoon. and providing all those ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shujun&lt;/strong&gt; for trying to lead everyone and get things organised. and also entertaining us with your many life stories at the dining table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meiting &lt;/strong&gt;for being so spontatneous and taking the initiative to help wherever you can. for all those times you volunteered when the sec2s werent free and being as much a sec2 as us. and for finishing up the food on your plate despite your petiteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolynn &lt;/strong&gt;for being cooperative and doing what you're supposed to tell you and as directed by us sec2s. and for not complaining when there is too much food on your plate and finishing up as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sec3s&lt;/strong&gt; for organising such a wonderful camp for us and making sure we were all well-fed and energised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;battalion navy &lt;/strong&gt;for our great battalion spirit and making everyone feel like a family. and all the PLs with all the problems we shared and the times we spent waiting for COH and at COH with all its laughable moments. mj fo all the laughs and your jumping around in the bathroom. and for all who contributed to the filling up of bathing water in the bottles. and for helping other platoons with their toilet cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;miss ng&lt;/strong&gt; for worrying about camp after camp to make sure everhing went smoothly and hosing us down after sabotage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's it i guess. miss guides camp terribly. and oh yes my birthday was on monday so happy belated birthday to me! the birthday which most ppl remembered except me! haha. how absent minded. anyway, i'll be leaving for japan tonight and wont be back till the 16th so dont sms me or anything and try not to miss me too much! i'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9483233-110242803688287009?l=sadischaris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/feeds/110242803688287009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9483233&amp;postID=110242803688287009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110242803688287009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9483233/posts/default/110242803688287009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadischaris.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
