<?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-816195578781582644</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:21:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruxroad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-5221546306578581706</id><published>2007-07-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:03:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging recently, which is a sin. Haha, a sin ah! Such a serious word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this month is super super busy. Especially this week! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Rehearsal for Speech Day&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Election&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Express Chinese Oral Examination&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Leadership Course&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Presbyteria High Investiture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday seems to be the only rest day for me, which I am sure will be immersed in a world full of mugging :( Oh yeah I am the Name Reciter (Reader sounds so ____) for Speech Day. Oh yeah, for school bazaar I am in charge of 3A :D Couldn't go to the class on Thursday due to a Science Competition at Ngee Ann Poly last Thurday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of the competition, thank goodness we (as in, Wei Jie, Huan Ghee, Benjamin and I) didn't get into the finals! Omg! I know I sound very what, but forgive me, for I shall have no dwellings in science. But our sec two team got in, so congratulations! :D :D I also very busy so don't give me any more science competitions (eyes at Mr. Lim)!! Met Phyllis, Crystal and Josephine after that to do homework. Crystal left, Jun Yue came, Josephine left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, went to Plaza Singapura with Huan Ghee and Benjamin. Benjamin &amp;amp; I bought birthday presents for See Woon, Chien Siew, Joyce and Candice. See, people, we are so nice. Muhahaha! :D Next time must go there cos the things are not bad. Then Ben and I went to meet Josephine at Mac and continued to talk a bit. We saw Jia Le and Zheng Wei (both of whom I had the audacity to scold last year! LOL. But, but, I know they are magnanimous) and they offered us MissyDonuts. Actually at first they went off after saying goodbye, but they must have realised that I am a celebrity, so must give me some donuts what! Oh my god, shameless :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jun Yue came to join us after his opera. Tiredness. I think he's perhaps dwelling in Orchard Road with his mum and sis now. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, met Ai Hua and Benjamin to do Literature. Actually we didn't, I resolved to reading my Bio textboook. So very unproductive -_- Then had councillor meeting... And went to BP mac again and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so mugged. I feel mugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these are what happened for the past few days, so uninteresting right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5221546306578581706?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5221546306578581706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5221546306578581706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-i-havent-been-blogging-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4789093961656251951</id><published>2007-07-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:41:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MISUNDERSTOOD :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who laughed, mocked and ridiculed him,&lt;br /&gt;thought he was but a joker.&lt;br /&gt;He would say, "It doesn't really matter."&lt;br /&gt;but deep down, he was disappointed to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there were times he was a fool,&lt;br /&gt;yet no one seriously bothered to find out his aspiration;&lt;br /&gt;an aspiration that always spurred on his motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Years back, did he even know this would be his path in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unending criticism always brought his mood down,&lt;br /&gt;and they seriously had never understood.&lt;br /&gt;They said that he was the opposite of good,&lt;br /&gt;that he was merely an unembarrassed jester; a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did he have to endure this, he did not know.&lt;br /&gt;He was always demoralised by how he was regarded and treated.&lt;br /&gt;When he was serious in work, the same thing repeated.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible it may seem, he wanted to see a new rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow that symbolises happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4789093961656251951?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4789093961656251951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4789093961656251951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/07/misunderstood-those-who-laughed-mocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4353244911824968681</id><published>2007-07-03T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:47:34.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;o3ians Unite for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 outings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Harry Potter and OoP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date undecided. Suggestions please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cultural Night - Chinese Opera on the 28th of JULY. I think it is at NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Demas&lt;br /&gt;- Crystal&lt;br /&gt;- Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;- Ren Jie&lt;br /&gt;- Hui Jin&lt;br /&gt;- Josephine&lt;br /&gt;- Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please confirm by this friday. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Puo Hua told me that one or two teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shook their heads and sighed"&lt;/span&gt; when I cheered and screamed like mad for Josephine for her speech. To this I've really got nothing to say and if you know me well, I am showing a very exasperated expression right now - cos it is my form of showing support. I swear that wasn't to attract attention! I sincerely cheered on friends' account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to argue my lungs out nowadays, so I will just leave it at that. I don't mind 1001 people disagreeing with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4353244911824968681?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4353244911824968681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4353244911824968681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/07/o3ians-unite-for-2-outings-1-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1962312785792655687</id><published>2007-07-02T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:10:10.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A: Not quite. Or not there YET. Either way, I have opened the door. Step in or not, you decide. Choices must be made wisely. Good luck!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Too bad, drifting is so not nice. But under circumstances we have to do it. Or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Good over there. Opened so long ago. You finally stepped in. Honoured or happy? LOL, you are so funny! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I can't tell you straight in the face sometimes. So HAIZ right? It is half-hearted. Somewhere here and there? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I will not open. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: You chose that anyway. So don't come and ask me anything. o_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Schemes or plans. Pride or confidence, you have decided. I couldn't find any purpose to prove to ... you. But then again... good luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems really ironic that I am blogging right now cos... I said on the 28th post that I will stop blogging for a few days. Then I went on to blog for the consecutive number of days. I am always contradicting myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am here to tell you that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3000th&lt;/span&gt; Visitor will earn a surprise which I won't reveal. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to pia A maths.&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/816195578781582644-1962312785792655687?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1962312785792655687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1962312785792655687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8191101745692308529</id><published>2007-07-01T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:26:56.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Number One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter is currently dropping like anything. And I can only blame myself for that cos I promised to photolog on the class chalet but have not. My posts are also getting boring and I really cannot help it :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up in the claiming of money from people cos I know I will fail. Or should I say I give up temporarily? Hope those who owe me faster pay me back! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not finished doing homework, revising and bla. Well, I did complete some A Maths questions on Friday and yesterday at BP Mac (both stayed until 4.30am! SIAO!), but it wasn't very productive. Yesterday got Ren Jie, Jo, Chun Yueh and me. I don't think my dad is very happy but I will convince him that I am old enough to stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am very materialistic and extravagant though, of course, knowing that I am not rich. Sometimes I disagree with "pampered" cos I got self-discipline one leh... Not to THAT extent, get what I mean? But I am already saving for I need to buy some things... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Yueh (actually I prefer Jun Yue!), okay, Jun Yue told me that sleeping at around 8pm will allow my hair to grow at a faster rate. Any scientists would like to confirm this fact? :( LOL, that would mean I need to sleep so early cos I am bored of my new hairstyle already. Well, I don't need a flat top currently! -_- It has been hard on Noxfera! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Six:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to watch Transformers and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Anybody wanna watch with me? :( Speaking of Harry, the seventh book will be out soon! MUHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a name-reader with Benjamin on Speech Day. Don't really feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to follow the Concealment rule and be more on-the-surface so that people will not know what sensitive issues I am blogging about. Which is the cause of the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Nine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided that without a really best friend is okay, cos I have quite a number of close friends already. Anyway, I am happy with my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Ten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do continue to support me for the election! (: I love the Students' Council la! :D Realise the different commitments between CCA and Council! Opps! Really did not regret joining it. Oh yeah, some sec 3 councillors are in charge of the games during the Bazaar on 8th August 2007. Haha, so must support us man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Eleven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas would like to tell his friends that he does not have any intention to close down his blog :( That even though he is in the election, he still needs a medium; a platform to rant and blog about his life, humour people and photolog :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Twelve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas would also like to tell his friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to take his picture while he is sleeping cos it is really disturbing! *Shifty eyes at Phyllis and Crystal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Thirteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like our sec 3 level cos it seems simple and complicated at the same time. Though I am not really well-liked in the level, I must say it is very very interesting to have this bunch of people. LOL. This is so random!! Actually maybe there is just this vast difference in everyone, like we all belong to so different worlds, which makes everyone so unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Fourteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to JY, Christine, Feng Yu and whoever that I know for the Chinese Opera. IT will be a tiring month ahead and must jiayou okay (: JY told me from now onwards Opera People (LOL, weird address) will miss at least one school day a week. Must balance Opera and schoolwork is not easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Fifteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blog now cos I need to go for my cousin's birthday party. Oh yeah, speaking of birthdays, if I got give you birthday present, must also give me leh! It's really okay if you share it, (: but I prefer individual ones (I sound so hypocritical cos I give people shared gifts as well. But who wouldn't prefer an individual one?). But hor, I would want to request something, that you give me my birthday present on 8th August, Wednesday, which is the Bazaar Day. Can? Cos 9th is National Day, 10th is a holiday and 11th is Saturday! :( Pretty please!! (Materialistic hormones coming out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Sixteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Youth Day and goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Don't ask me why I blogged in point form. I feel random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: And, it is July already, meaning I will be changing blogskin soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-8191101745692308529?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8191101745692308529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8191101745692308529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/07/number-one-my-counter-is-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7094236039169859652</id><published>2007-06-30T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:29:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@0sll, ha-bnucdabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii@ghs b, cus.tk-jcsisabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icastpscs s-usm, la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;ii@hcfrtea.talsbfw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Nx-s, ih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am feeling now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7094236039169859652?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7094236039169859652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7094236039169859652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/0sll-ha-bnucdabi.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4012586908034680546</id><published>2007-06-29T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:34:30.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I will not be blogging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a few days cos my homework load is piling like ... anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus July is super and ultra eventful and I am very busy. I must balance well if not cannot excel le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must practise Oral too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend is a full-time A Maths + Physics Revision. I will pia one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Mugger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4012586908034680546?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4012586908034680546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4012586908034680546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-not-be-blogging-for-few-days-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7750702527602235710</id><published>2007-06-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:41:27.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people! :) Thanks for all the praises and all! I am relieved now and I really hope to have the chance to serve the student body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who cheered for me; or even clapped for me yesterday! :) :) Double thanks to those who came up to me and said my speech was good. Triple thanks to my closer friends who assured me that it won't be leng chang. I love you all larh! Quadraple thanks to my parents cos thye also got help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually I was super nervous, that's why I kept on walking to and fro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some points in time I stared at people I know to rebuild confidence. So yeah! :) I think I sounded slightly agitated but still... okay bah. Thanks a lot a lot again. Encouragement is super important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have neglected my studies for some days and I shall start bucking up now. I haven't touched Physics for quite some time already... then it's like next week got 4 tests: Chem, HCL, A Maths and History. Wah super stressful! And 11th I got Chinese Oral. Oh my holy goodness! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month will be super eventful and I love and dislike it at the same time. I am involved in the Ethnic Costume contest (oh gosh, I am busy enough! I think T2 should volunteer lah... bleahs... never mind...) [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;/Edit: Wei En agreed to replace me. YAY! THANK YOU SO MUCH. Not that I don't want to participate in class okay!&lt;/span&gt;] 16th I have Listening Comprehension. Wow! Then it's Speech Day on 17th and finally the Cultural Night (Chinese Opera) on 28th. Super eventfulistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... I will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU for me, and tomorrow for Chun Yueh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7750702527602235710?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7750702527602235710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7750702527602235710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-thank-you-people-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5437906832271304662</id><published>2007-06-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:07:43.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn xiasuay and paiseh and I don't feel like blogging already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, like what the hell larh!? How can I forget the pledge? Sian... then I today never say speech cos it was RAINING. Omg, what the! Wah lao eh! I already mentally prepared myself and there's no speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and reflect now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE LOL. No tags about my pledge-taking, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Sorry people, but there's one thing you might not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am very unhappy and am sulking, I absolutely hate it when you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demas, are you unhappy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, leave me alone, okay??! I hate it when it is bloody obvious that I am unhappy and you asking the obvious. I am sorry, that's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach you something, when you see me in an unhappy mood, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave Me Alone&lt;/span&gt;. Totally. Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me to ignore you right? Okay, then good, leave me alone! Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to my friends cos I don't like it when YOU ask me if I am unhappy (why the question, by the way?). It's just like asking, "Hey Demas, how come you are not smiling ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do leave me alone and I will keep quiet, I promise, assure, affirm and guarantee you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am in a very pissed off mood now and my day has been ruined one time too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have I made myself clear? That when I am in a pissy mood I effing hate YOU coming to ME and ASKING IF I AM SAD! GO AWAY from me. If I so want to find you, I would have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound bloody harsh, and I hope my friends get it cos I don't want to tell them in the face (actually I did but some of them just didn't understand. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is going to start the bullshit about "He doesn't appreciate our kindness at all." Okay, I am so sorry that, that, if I were you, I would have scolded myself and asked myself, why do I ask such stupid questions and be so bossy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, why? You want me to spell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is D-E-M-A-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5437906832271304662?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5437906832271304662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5437906832271304662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-forgot-pledge-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1054878866391879478</id><published>2007-06-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:44:52.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NERVOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Now I realise the difference between Pledge-taking and speaking something serious which may affect anything possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ME!&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/816195578781582644-1054878866391879478?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1054878866391879478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1054878866391879478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6993490889416715373</id><published>2007-06-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:21:36.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WO XI HUAN TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosely translated, it means I love everyone! Even to those who hate me! I will love you for 10 seconds! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished HCL, A Maths and Physics, and I'm too tired to care. I guess I will catch up some other day. *Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hor, I dunno whether on tuesday will leng chang or not (people are reassuring me won't have - HOPE SO!), but I will give it my best shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came to my housewarming: Nicholas (Chun Yueh), Ren Jie, Jefferson, Shi Yuan, William, Phyllis, Joyce, Vivien, Chien Siew, Jane, Ai Hua!! :D And thanks for the gift (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired already. I spent like hours mahjonging yesterday, and morning singing (freak, I don't sing in the morning) and doing a bit of homework, and the housewarming. It's an exhaustive process! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog now. And I will photolog (chalet) some other day. I'm bloody tired ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am whining on my msn: I don't wanna go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of homework, but because I can't catch up larh! :( :( SIAN. I wish there was one more week of holidays. And I scared tomorrow didn't bring this or that. Haha, nvm! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6993490889416715373?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6993490889416715373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6993490889416715373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/wo-xi-huan-ta-loosely-translated-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1387368386841611989</id><published>2007-06-24T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:07:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to anyone who tagged ... I am cooled down now. Yesterday a bit ji dong, that's all! :) I will try not to brood over it. And I'm doing fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now is like so o3! :) I like the feeling. Muhaha! At Jo's old house just now, and everyone was either bballing; barbecueing; or playing mahjong. ~_~ I belong to the last. Hoho, you don't know one hor, I am quite good at mahjong marathoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so at about 9pm almost everyone left, leaving me, Chun Yueh (who returned from Taiwan already), Kai Jun and Phyllis. And we are stuck at Jo's new house (it's like a mini palace). KJ and Jo went to sleep; leaving YCY, Phyllis and I each with a laptop (there are 3 freaking laptops in the house!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin was saying I should have invitation cards for my housewarming party, since I am a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, true! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to blog... maybe I will blog tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1387368386841611989?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1387368386841611989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1387368386841611989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-thanks-to-anyone-who-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7139220085735680361</id><published>2007-06-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:37:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;/Edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I suddenly, and seriously have this very abrupt urge to thank everyone or rather, anyone (especially VIVIEN!) who has supported me until thus far.  I think, without you guys, I wouldn't have come until here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all the o3ians who made an impact on my life. THANK YOU SO MUCH o3 WHOOSH, I LOVE YOU ALL MAN!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the final results for the EXCO election will be, and I am trying hard not to think about it. But it is drawing nearer, and I am damn scared of the results, to be honest. I think I will most probably break down or what larh... I dunno, I feel kinda unconfident. I am so nervous ... and I'm very demoralised when people say, "Huh? Demas, EXCO?!?!" Makes me feel so what la! ... But at the same time, there're people who support me all the way. THANKS A BUNCH. :( :( Then hor, I don't know what to say larh, but I feel I've done quite enough... but I will do more in the council. I hope you guys can continue supporting me... Really. When I come back as the Head of Functions, I want to tell other people very PROUDLY that part of my achievement is because of the support from my friends. True words here, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still comes down to popularity actually. Traditions are but traditions. If I am not popular enough, then all I can say is I have tried my best yeah? I am typing this so that I can be mentally prepared, should I not enter and break down (yes, I will break down. So don't comfort me or whatever, I just need a private moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to whoever who supported me! :) I really need your support again, to cheer for me on tuesday when I deliver my speech. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh I cannot go to the birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO NUGGET! WHERE GOT LIKE THAT ONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pub has age limit larhhh. *ROAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 then can go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my 2nd brother going there to try his luck. Hope he gets in. I don't wanna try my luck cos I confirmed tio. I look so ... erm, youthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... chao nugget larh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the birthday present already. HG told me to like choose perfume, but ... well, it's seriously the best option larh! Haha, Lot One is so pathetic. So I bought the Green Apple ... we tested different perfumes then some of them were so ridiculously strong. Now keep on sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Josephine to buy all the BBQ stuffs. Haha, see I so good. And met Phyllis then sat a while and went home. Now what shall I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING HELL, and I KNOW I look like 15. SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying speech on tuesday!! MUST CHEER FOR ME LEH! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7139220085735680361?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7139220085735680361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7139220085735680361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-lao-eh-i-cannot-go-to-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6550872577479044639</id><published>2007-06-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:42:23.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YU HUI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is drama king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong Chao, Zhe Hao, YH and I went to Singapore River to film for the chinese project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr Ong who lent me (he should actually, I was his IPW rep!)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOH HUI JIN&lt;/span&gt; for talking me on the phone on how to use the video cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so it was like film 80% le, then we saw a trishaw. And I asked Yu Hui to act a bit and say, "Look! There's even a trishaw at Singapore River."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Comes up from the stairs*&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs uncontrollably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Comes up from the stairs*&lt;br /&gt;*People block the trishaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Comes up from the stairs*&lt;br /&gt;*Almost falls down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were at this coffee shop eating, and we were introducing the bak gu teh (rou gu cha), then it was like, Yu Hui was the person saying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady asked, "What are you doing ah?" Then stares at us. Yu Hui laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Use chopstick to eat the pork meat but bite for 5 seconds cannot bite off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, he is more drama than me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met a siao uncle at Singapore river. We were like deciding what to say, then this uncle who sells ice-cream came up to us and snatched Rong Chao's paper (the script), then he was like, "Last time when I was young also need to memorise. But we all students just burnt the paper, put inside water and drink it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, "Freak, am I dreaming?" *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao gina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, after buying the drinks for housewarming, I was told to look after the drinks while my brother went to get a trolley. Then this person came and scrutinised at the drinks. I think because he couldn't see me or what la, cos I was behind the wall. But when I saw him I stepped forward and showed a face that THE DRINKS ARE MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he scolded me some tamil vulgarities (I think, I dunno). Then he pointed his finger at me and I was like, "?!?!?!" I looked at him, and then he went away. Hopes his balls drop off! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to blog. Tomorrow have whatever DNA course at Science Centre, then straightafter must meet Josephine to help you guys buy BBQ stuffs, then after that must go for birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now... BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6550872577479044639?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6550872577479044639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6550872577479044639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/yu-hui-is-drama-king-rong-chao-zhe-hao.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8416772100409987801</id><published>2007-06-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:01:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Vivo City to do homework. Actually is accompany Benjamin, Ai Hua, Wei Jie and Puo Hua for their Chinese project FILMING (I hate this assignment!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have not much of a life, cos I have outing/functions this week like EVERY DAY. Totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday - Film Chinese Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday - DNA Workshop; Brother's friend's birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday - Josephine's house Mahjong Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday - Housewarming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which MEANS, I have not much time to complete my assignments. But I left Double Maths, Physics, History (read-up only) and HCL. So I am quite okay I think! I need to touch on some revision too. So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, as I was saying, we went to Vivo City, then it was like Shi Yuan was there too to accompany Wei Jie. So Hui Jin and I did homework. I chionged Biology, hahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right, we sat at Burger King for hours before we finally decided not to do Maths (sigh* regretted now) and proceeded to PAGEone to find some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to KOPITIAM to find them, and Jeff and William were there. Ate finish the unfinished hokkien mee, and it was nice (they introduced food). So right, took bus and went home. Could have taken so many photos there, but my digital camera charger is... urghhh. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the bus with Ai Hua and Benjamin (both of whom I have not talked for such a long time already). Enjoyable? Muhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after Mac-ing at Lot One with William, Shi Yuan the beech and Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of this post is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Inform you about Josephine's Mahjong Marathon on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please meet at 9.30am at CCK control station (subjected to changes) and we will proceed together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;People going: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Josephine (obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Kai Jun (TBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Ren Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Shi Yuan (TBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Hui Jin (afternoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Zhe Hao (TBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Ai Hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Chien Siew (TBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Keith (TBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;-Chun Yueh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*There will be BBQ. It is until evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Inform you of my housewarming on Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;People coming (yes, COMING):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1) Demas (obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Joyce (she says, "She will hop by and go back to pia her homework." LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Ren Jie (who is helping me to ask more people)&lt;br /&gt;4) Chun Yueh&lt;br /&gt;5) Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;6) Kai Jun&lt;br /&gt;7) Ai Hua&lt;br /&gt;8) Wei Jie (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;9) Hui Jin (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;10) Josephine&lt;br /&gt;11) Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;12) Shi Yuan (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;13) Crystal (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;14) Zhe Hao (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There may not be enough food for everyone, cos my brother's friends are coming over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not enough people then never mind, I stay at home pia homework (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The upcoming chalet in Nov+Dec  Holidays, which has many details undecided. But we have lots of time, so don't worry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time it will be organised more uniquely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of you are chosen to be the In-Charge (I/C) of various aspects of the chalet. I realised that I cannot control games, food and cleaning together and become God. So Phyllis and I will just be the Head I/Cs to look over what is being done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 of you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) most probably going to the class chalet&lt;br /&gt;ii) chosen by the flipping-tile style&lt;br /&gt;iii) not in the class committee (therefore, Vivien, Ahmad, Ai Hua, Shafiq, Benjamin, Jefferson, Josephine and Chun Yueh cannot be the I/Cs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Barbecue, Food and Kitchen Affairs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Hao, See Woon, Wei Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Challenges, Activities and Miscellaneous indoor games&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Chien Siew, Iqbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cleaning, Management and Suppliers of Miscellaneous Items&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie, Candice, Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose of this is to let you all try to be more involved in chores unlike card games, etc during free time. Secondly is to let the HoFs rest already. But we will still overview larh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above people will be briefed somewhere in August or September! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas; ex-HoF of 2o3 Wh00sh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Remind me, chalet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; try not to&lt;/span&gt; clash with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Intensive Study Programme&lt;br /&gt;2) India Exchange Programme&lt;br /&gt;3) NACLI camp&lt;br /&gt;4) Chun Yueh's return to Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;5) Wei Jie's overseas trips&lt;br /&gt;6) Everyone's CCA dates&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/816195578781582644-8416772100409987801?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8416772100409987801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8416772100409987801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5813104276394983550</id><published>2007-06-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:05:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Homework List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Should nuclear power replace fossil fuel power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Textbook Pg 213 “Identify the points in the passage that support the use of nuclear power stations. Summarise the points in your own words. Write your summary in not more than 120 words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Whales Must Survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Textbook Pg 222 “The author argues against whaling. List the main points she used to support her argument. Use your list to write a paragraph to summaries the argument against whaling in not more than 120 words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;O Level Paper November 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Complete the WHOLE paper including Comprehension &amp; Summary (I checked with Mdm Marina :D )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Vocabulary Exercises – O Level English with Distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exercises 1, 4-9, 11-16, 18-24, 29, 30, 32, 33, 36, 37&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Argumentative Writing (Free Topic) in EW Book&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Elementary Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2007 June Holiday Homework for S3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2007 June Holiday Homework for S3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 Co-ordinate Geometry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Exercise 5A, 5B, 5C, 5D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;16 Page Physics Questions on Thermal &amp; General Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Biology&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7 Page Holiday Assignment for S3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Biology SPA Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;Report Writing, Journal (through Photographs, Videos, Drawings), Presentation Slides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worksheet on Periodic Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be collected on the 1st day of School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Literature-in-English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;‘A Sound of Thunder’ by Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Download the full text from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Sound_of_Thunder"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Sound_of_Thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and complete the questions listed on the worksheet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Unseen Poetry – Pet Shop (for Full Lit students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Complete all 3 questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Elective History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Re-read Chapter 2: TOV &amp; LON and Chapter 3: Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;There will be a test for both chapters on the start of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through Chapter 4: Nazi Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mother Tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Read the $5 Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;照片人生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;悠游客（短篇制作）&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am pretty slow. But nvm! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: List provided by Benjamin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5813104276394983550?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5813104276394983550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5813104276394983550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/homework-list-english-should-nuclear.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8636005022247489761</id><published>2007-06-18T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:45:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Omg, I had a very horrible nightmare just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn bloody tired, so I slept for a while. Then it's like the first part was a hacker into my blog who said on my latest post: "Haha I hacked your account" (Not exact words). Then I was freaked out cos it was Phyllis who told me this. So then everything disappeared for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was in the school congratulating 3 of our male students that they have escaped a Thai-Chinese White Tiger (or whatever it was). Then I was like, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the principal said, "Each year, we sent 3 of our students to a hill to escape the claws of the tigers. We will be sending 3 more next year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a year passed. And I participated. I think there were two more people who were from UG, they looked like Samuel and Keith O_O But nvm, so we were taking the bus then we alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our way to this small hill. Then everything started to be like Super Mario. The 3 of us jumped and it seemed as if our jump is like 3 times higher. And we fell off the summit of the hill and HOLY goodness, we could run so fast! But I was panting and panting. So then the tiger appeared. And the other two were like, "OMG" and they ran off. I looked behind and to my horror, it was stupid, bloody big WHITE TIGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROARRRR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran for my effing life. But the tiger managed to scratch my left leg. STUPID TIGER. Don't ask me if I was feeling pain literally. I WAS and I could feel it. Then I managed to meet Keith and Samuel again, and we went back to board a bus. Then someone helped me apply antiseptic cream and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream changed again, to a small house. An unfamiliar house that I shared with my uncles and cousins. It was so ridiculous. My cousin was asking, "Wei shen me plants bu xu yao chi dong xi." (why do plants not need anything to EAT?) and my uncles and father were eating, without a care in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, you ask, do they have to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer this would be easy, cos I was busy smashing rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with two cats, then I chased them away. But then the room light grew dimmer and I thought there was still one cat left. But then it looked so small, so I adjusted the light. And for the holy piggyness of Merry Christmas, it was a rat! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE RATS! :( I immediately sweeped the first one away. And then I found a second one and smacked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smacking process was GROSS. I dunno why, for some reason, the rat was moving half as slow as it would have done in reality. But anyway, it's not the point. The point is, I was able to grasp it under the broom when it tried to escape. So when it was on the stomach, I pushed the broom hard, and the intestines of the rat came out from the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the last part was a joke. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum suddenly came and turned on the fan for me, and I woke up, trembling a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3T2 Class Outing @ East Coast Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay so I met all the T2ians at CCK Control Station (except QiuQuan, Ben, WoonYeow and Wei Jie) and set off. The journey was filled with a bit of ghost stories and bla! We alight at Bedok. And we took bus 196 ... reached there in about 20 minutes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no pavilions were available so we had to find a ridiculously unwanted table and bench to put our bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And One Square! :D I thought they were reluctant, but nvm. So Wei En was leading I think, and I kept tickling her. No wait, at first I threw flour at everyone and I loved it when they screamed like hell. And the tickling part was so funny. They were like, "OMG WHO IS TOUCHING ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, they always think it is Eugene one leh... haha so innocent. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Must be Eugene!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pulled off Angeline's and Yu Hui's hands cos I wanted to kajiao them. Haha orbi good! :) Then they were like, "zhe ge shi shui lai de?" (Who is this person?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then their circle was ruined by me and Eugene (cutting down the name into: Eug. No complaints. How you pronounce it depends on you, although of course I prefer "Ew-gg").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I realised it was not fun enough. So I went to disturb Yuan Zhi and Lyria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like cut in between them and hold their hands. And Lyria was like, "Hey is that Yuan Zhi?" Then I shook Yuan Zhi's hand and he said, "Yeah yeah it's me." SO FUNNY SIA. Eug and I were like LAUGHING LIKE SHIT. Haha! :D I created another confusion because I didn't squeeze Lyria's hand when Yuan Zhi squeezed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that they IMMEDIATELY know Eug's hand, and they didn't know mine is Demas'. Cos when I told Eug to sub me, the two were like, "THIS IS EUGENE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny! Then I was using my leg to kick (gently) at Yu Hui's knee, who didn't have much reaction. So I did the same to Kendra, who screamed like there's not enough ___ around. LMAO. DRAMA Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up leaves and tickled their legs. It was so enjoyable! OMG. Kendra thought it was a bug. Kwa kwa kwa. This always happens to DramaQueens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game ended in 1 hour +, which was really good, considering they are not very active in class. LOL. HMPH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to eat MAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next most most most embarrassing happen. Angeline went to the toilet, and I told everyone to look at me first and sing a birthday song to Angeline (LOL!) when she returned. They did! BURST OUT LAUGHING IN THE END. Too bad don't have photos! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were squeezing like a pack of shit. As in, a pack of sardine. So ridiculous. But I like the feeling. Not because I was surrounded by all girls lar. But the close-together kinda feeling. As it was so squeezy that we were almost fighting for oxygen, the opposite partner had to buy for the ones sitting inside cos we couldn't get out. So Kendra bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our mastication process, it rained! :( IT RAINED. Spoiled my plans totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ai Hua and I tried to find a pavilion, but of course we failed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked around for any empty restaurants (Mac was filled), and there you go - The Body Club! HAHAHA! (: So cool, then I asked the waiter if it is okay for us to just sit and have a drink cos we are waiting for the rain to stop. He agreed. THANKS A BUNCH MAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the T2ians came in (Angeline, Bo Chao and Jane left at Mac) and we were singing songs and bla bla. Taught them something and of course, played some hand games.  :D Then we played murderer! :D (Ben, WY, QQ and WJ came!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the second turn I was the murderer, so I must fake really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two murderers, Yee Rui and me. Yee Rui was framed by me! :X Cos Kendra, Wei En, Janice, Jia Xi were sitting around Yee Rui. And I killed a boy at a far end first, then I asked Yee Rui to kill Kendra. Then I killed another boy and Yee Rui killed another girl who is one of the four. Then Yee Rui killed someone else and I killed Janice. So I created the illusion that the murderer was sitting around them (which was true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin then nominated Yee Rui that she was the murderer, but there were not enough votes, so Yee Rui escaped unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I killed Jia Xi, and when everyone woke up, I was like, "How come there is a pattern in killing one ah?" Benjamin shouted Yee Rui's name again and this time, more than half of the people raised hands for her. SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was one murderer left - me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time, I thought Yu Hui was dead, so I nudged him to NOT tell others that I am the murderer. Then he wasn't dead, and he didn't it say out. HAHA, THANK YOU YH! :X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faked throughout the whole process. I was like lying down on the table and saying how come the murderer so slow or complaining that if he doesn't kill, don't need to play already. Then 3 seconds later I would raise my head and point at the person I wanna kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another technique I used was to ask, "Who is dead ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orh.. this person ah. Okay okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This created another illusion that I wasn't really paying attention to who was being killed and the murderer could not be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I killed Benjamin, he pointed fingers at me! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was putting up a defensive front that I wasn't. Only Wei Jie, Ben and Yu Hui were left. I didn't kill Yu Hui cos he didn't betray me. So must silence Ben and WJ first. I almost won the game! 14 people were killed ok! I killed around 10 while Yee Rui killed 4. HAHAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love murderer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played charade (which was quite lame) then went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played water bombing! In this game there are two groups. Each group has to choose one VIP to protect. And the wettest person will cause his group to lose. Anyway, in the middle of the game I was like so bloody bored so I went down to ka jiao people. I was like, "Eh splash XXX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I am so EVIL! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SOMEONE (I FORGOT) SAID, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"EVERYONE SPLASH DEMAS, HE IS SO DRY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run but was caught. Omg. Then salt went into my eyes. My eyes seem to be cursed. Oh, they have always been! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was wet and I sat by the beach, waiting to be splashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YH, Eug, YZ, JY and I went to wash ourselves. Very difficult to clean lower body parts but... still managed it in the end. But I thought it was kinda gross cos I was like brushing against my... Okay nvm. Thou shalt not hear evil! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were 10+ people left only and we went to Burger King to eat. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted and gossiped a little. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT home and I fell asleep halfway. Terribly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have a class chalet in the next 2 months Holiday for 3T2 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: o3 chalet photos SOON. HAHAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Shall not blog much till I finish my homework&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-8636005022247489761?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8636005022247489761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8636005022247489761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-i-had-very-horrible-nightmare-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6724451817327671010</id><published>2007-06-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:05:29.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Edit(5): The 2000th Visitor is found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will reveal who this mysterious person is on the birthday, which is still quite long. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit(4): Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Joyce - $15&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Josephine - $15&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Benjamin - $10&lt;br /&gt;4) Keith - $5&lt;br /&gt;5) Jefferson - $15&lt;br /&gt;6) Ren Jie - $5&lt;br /&gt;7) Wei Jie - $15&lt;br /&gt;8) Nizam - $5&lt;br /&gt;9) Chien Siew - $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Crystal for tidbits- $2 (It's more ex than this, but I forgot the cost already!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Candice for a bottle + sweets - $2.65&lt;br /&gt;3) Vivien for dinner - $15&lt;br /&gt;4) Josephine for FISH &amp; CHIPS - $4.50&lt;br /&gt;5) Phyllis for DINNER + PRESENTS - $55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have to pay Phyllis Ng Kai Li and Keith Chua Lan Chong for Benjamin's birthday cake! :) $30 will be taken AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit(3):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ARE YOU GOING TO BE THE 2000th VISITOR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHK9qopFxBk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHK9qopFxBk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Done by Phyllis!) :D HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit(2): Okay, I seriously don't know why I'm credited in the video cos I only provided the photos and thought of one caption. I will not reveal which caption I thought of, in case everyone knows it is the "The Rumoured Couple". However, my hands seem to be betraying me and there you go! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether this is too late or what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RnU8KwmLUAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V9JmexS1Dnw/s1600-h/VIVIEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RnU8KwmLUAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V9JmexS1Dnw/s400/VIVIEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077030310471487490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a wonderful class chairman for the 2 previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for being there for me when I most needed you! :) Thanks for keeping my darkest, darkest secrets and trusting me. Thanks for providing comfort all the while. Thanks for being frank to me sometimes, and thanks for providing advice. Thanks, again, for accepting that I am Demas. And although you disagree sometimes, thanks for accepting that, in the end, it is I who choose my own path. Thank you so much for supporting me. And lastly, thanks for understanding me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get bored of talking to you on msn! I never get tired of we telling each other our happiness and sorrows. Haha! You are really a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still 5 months + before 2008 ends, and I know you will move on and soar. JIAYOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Edit: o3ians UNITE again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Josephine is inviting us o3ians to her house on Saturday for full-time Karaoke + Mahjong + Anything Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, as in THIS COMING SATURDAY, 23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that her mum allows us to stay over until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People going: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Josephine (obviously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Kai Jun (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;-Crystal&lt;br /&gt;-Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;-Ren Jie&lt;br /&gt;-Shi Yuan (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;-Hui Jin (afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;-Zhe Hao (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;-Ai Hua&lt;br /&gt;-Chien Siew (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;-Keith (TBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update me if you are going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a bonus barbecue! :D Thanks Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Time will be confirmed soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6724451817327671010?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6724451817327671010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6724451817327671010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dunno-whether-this-is-too-late-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RnU8KwmLUAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V9JmexS1Dnw/s72-c/VIVIEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-7997324874228673387</id><published>2007-06-17T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:31:47.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's a beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERNOON ALREADY! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I slept for half a day. I am so wonderful! :D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good cos it replenishes my already-dead cells under my eyes, which will prevent me from having Panda Eyes. Oh yes, yes...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a glance of my homework, I left ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kinda absurd cos I was promising myself about finishing homework by 3rd week. Well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; that procrastinating! But not so procrastinating that I won't hand in my homework on time. Don't worry, I have self-discipline! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my schedule is really horrible. I am invited to a function (birthday party) today which will occupy me from 2pm to 7pm. Omg! But I have planned my week of rushing homework. Today I will complete Literature, Chemistry and a bit of Biology. Think I can do it? I can! TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMAS, GO GO GO :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7997324874228673387?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7997324874228673387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7997324874228673387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2353422779045702177</id><published>2007-06-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:31:58.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;/EDIT(3): It seems some of you are interested in the Counter-Hit game. Haha, so I will retract my words and make it serious now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If you are the 2000th visitor, you stand to win a BIG present on your birthday (price is not considered in the bigness). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, screen shot if you want. LOL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT(2): o3ians UNITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;This time, it is decided that our next chalet to be at Aloha Loyang, which is of course at Pasir Ris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;a) Disagreements to Aloha Loyang, explanation entries acceptable by 31st September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="https://www.aloharesorts.com.sg/booking/chalet/chaletDetails.asp?lid=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check out the five different categories of Aloha Loyang resorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) There will be an INSTANT VOTING SYSTEM held on my blog, which will have an update constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) The chalet will most probably be held in early November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five different kinds of chalet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Garden Bungalows&lt;br /&gt;2) Garden Terraces&lt;br /&gt;3) Pool Terraces&lt;br /&gt;4) Seaview Bungalows&lt;br /&gt;5) Seaview Terraces- (Keith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the voting will be held here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, do consider the pricing. Click &lt;a href="https://www.aloharesorts.com.sg/booking/chalet/viewChaletRentalRate.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will most probably be Super Peak period, so you can ignore the first two columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) All votes to be submitted by 10th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Confirmation of presence to be told by 15th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Barbecue is compulsory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas; Ex-HoF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT: HAPPY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ____!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;VIVIEN--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIEN WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIEN GAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAN WEE WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAN WEE TENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIVIEN GAN WEE TENG (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed today's outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3T2's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 people turned up, but it's okay larh :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If didn't rain it could have been better. LOL! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7.3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall do AAR for the games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am getting better in Functioning! As in, not perfect to say the least, but more and more fluent, eh! :D Remember I was so stressed up in our 2o3 whoosh first outing. Wah! :X Can't believe it. Now it's really easy peasy. My next ambition is to organise Prom Night 2008 for all graduating classes. LOL, how ambitious! But everyone has his ambitions, so don't demoralise me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2353422779045702177?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2353422779045702177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2353422779045702177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-what-i-enjoyed-todays-outing-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2662342464781298151</id><published>2007-06-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:22:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/EDIT(2): Wall of FAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to the people who made the chalet successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Josephine, Kai Jun and Cheryl who tried out the last game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Mr Peh who helped us book and came down to check in for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Miss Melissa Lim who came down to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Benjamin, Josephine, Kai Jun, Ren Jie, Phyllis and some others who managed the kitchen affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) William, Zhe Hao and Shi Yuan for renting the bikes and sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) NPCCs who came even though it was so ridiculously tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Myself for being the ex-Head of Functions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Everyone who came and did anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Everyone who endured my lousy temper. I'm sorry. Forgive the celebrity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Josephine for bringing the damn Mahjong. I love mahjonging now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) People who taught me mahjong. Joyce, Josephine and one more. Forgot le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Benjamin for bringing the digital camera for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) People who endured my disgusting water punishment on the last day. But hey, I was drenched in rose syrup, bandung, peach tea, green tea, soap water, toothpaste water, noodles, mashed potato after that. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO DON'T COMPLAIN. omfg, I was smelling like a nectar. Photos soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT: Wall of SHAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;People who didn't pay me money!! :) Okay I admit it's partly my fault cos I kept on procrastinating (did I mention I hate treasury stuffs?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Joyce - $15&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Josephine - $15&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Benjamin - $10&lt;br /&gt;4) Keith - $5&lt;br /&gt;5) Jefferson - $15&lt;br /&gt;6) Ren Jie - $5&lt;br /&gt;7) Wei Jie - $15&lt;br /&gt;8) Nizam - $5&lt;br /&gt;9) Chien Siew - $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take back $24.80 for exceeding of aircon units, $1.50 for a lost fork and $1.00 for a lost spoon. Also, I have to take back $50 cos that time I paid my own money to Mr. Peh (not enough). I lost my receipt for the stupid straws, so I can't claim. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;/Edit(3): Also have to pay Keith and Phyllis for Benjamin's birthday cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we should pay back the money to Zhe Hao, William and Shi Yuan cos we used their rented bikes like it's our birthdays. Disagreements, tag/msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be money LEFT, so this is how you calculate how much you get back. If you paid $15, you get 3 units; $10 get 2 units; $5 get 1 unit. So it's like, add all the units together and these units are equal to the money left. Calculate money per unit and multiply by the number of units. If you have doubts of any proofs of payment or how I handled the money, look for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL MATTERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Crystal for tidbits- $2 (It's more ex than this, but I forgot the cost already!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Candice for a bottle + sweets - $2.65&lt;br /&gt;3) Vivien for dinner - $15&lt;br /&gt;4) Josephine for FISH &amp;amp; CHIPS - $4.50&lt;br /&gt;5) Phyllis for DINNER + PRESENTS - $55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the counter would hit 2000, but it's far from it... :( So sad, it is only like 1678, which is so ... Never mind. Haha, anyway it's not really important XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was too dumb to realise that the chalet is 4D3N. Omg, what a stupid mistake! :( Sorry guys!! I really didn't know lar -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, photos still with Ben, I will get from him if I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, let me sleep, cos I wanna do homework later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuperEXHAUSTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2662342464781298151?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2662342464781298151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2662342464781298151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-i-am-back-i-thought-counter-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7279479204787971435</id><published>2007-06-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:49:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;/Edit(3): IF YOU don't know how to go to Aloha Chang Chang, please, for goodness' sake. CALL ME LARH. LAME LEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit(2): HAHA, HEY PEOPLE, the below edit is actually a JOKE. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all in ... three days' time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: Hey let us do something fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think, from now on until Thursday, the counter might reach 2000? So right, the person who hits 2000, screenshot the COUNTER numbers, and show it to me. If you are my friend, I will buy you a big big big birthday present on your next birthday. LOL. If you are someone I dunno, maybe I will feature you on my blog or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHA. Okay, sounds lame, but quite fun leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to screenshot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Prt Scr and click Paste onto Paint or Photoshop or whatever. Save the file. Send it to prince-wannabe@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah damn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last-minute Update on Class Chalet! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet at 12pm at CCK Control Station tomorrow, 12/06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T BE LATE! The latest we will wait is until 12.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to bring sleeping bags, cos there are beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to bring (COMPULSORY):&lt;br /&gt;1) Money. Preferably at least $20. And that $15 to ME if you haven't paid!&lt;br /&gt;2) Toiletries&lt;br /&gt;3) Clothes. Preferably at least 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;4) Slippers&lt;br /&gt;5) Sanitary Napkins (for the girls)&lt;br /&gt;6) Towel&lt;br /&gt;7) Handphone&lt;br /&gt;8) A bag to contain all the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, here's a reminder list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has to bring the RECEIPT form that she failed to pass to me (actually is me who didn't want to take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt;, bring the 120 plastic bags + mahjong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Demas&lt;/span&gt;, bring shampoo + body form (Dove). I bought them for everyone to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;, bring Digital camera + Charger + USB cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bring flour + drinks. Kai Jun is buying drinks to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WILL BE WATER ACTIVITIES, SO BRING 4 sets of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek everyone's cooperation (for those mahjong people, especially) to conserve enough energy, because for this chalet right, the last day will be the most tiring. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all, unless you want to ask any questions by SMSing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7279479204787971435?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7279479204787971435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7279479204787971435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-minute-update-on-class-chalet-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2090700232449808117</id><published>2007-06-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:11:51.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, in one day's time, I will be at chalet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, can anyone please lend me his or her digicam + charger + USB cable for the chalet? Cos I desperately want to photolog (desperately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, please remind me that we are meeting Mr. Peh at Tampines (I hate the spelling) MRT. He will help us check in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Melissa Lim is joining us on the first day! Yay! :D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT: This is so terribly STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what pleasure you people derive from sneakily taking photos and posting them onto a popular web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't understand why STOMP allows people to send in photos which contain wayward teens so the whole world can view how atrocious their behaviour is. Okay, not just teens, but everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go out and constantly worry about being photographed. And I seriously cannot understand why you people enjoy sneakily take photos and worse, send them to STOMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I cannot understand most is, why do some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Singaporeans just so want to make a big fuss about something so small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You know why? Because of zero obligations. They wouldn't be found out anyway, if they submitted the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, do you know this encourages cowardice and worst of all, SNEAKY behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like erm, if you are eating on the bus, you get caught in STOMP the next day. How's that for a Merry Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I can possibly think of right now is: To raise the public's awareness of such atrocious behaviour, so that people can refrain from doing such behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it is as if you don't understand how much angst we have as teenagers. You don't want us to do it right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WE DO IT TEN TIMES MORE.&lt;/span&gt; There you go, a refined and unconventional teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if you really want to teach us moral values, don't effing put our faces on STOMP - WE DON'T LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I cannot really process how the photos will raise the public's awareness. Cos, didn't they want to attract attention? Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, we don't like people to photograph us while we are on buses or MRT, cos it so ruins our mood to have fun. And when we lose the mood, we won't go to places such as Escape and Pub, causing a deterioration in the economy. What bullshit? It is completely logical to me, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, erm, never mind. I shall not reveal. Cos I have a very very big problem with some of the STOMP forumites - they have no life at all! OPPS! DID I JUST REVEAL IT?!?!?! I am so sorry, but Demas is as insensitive as you sneaky people who love to sneak around to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, who knows what shit this may cause? Like, if people dare to take photos without others knowing, they MIGHT daringly take someone's panties down or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly, some of the Singaporeans are just so bloody hypocrites. They can go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Omg, I can't imagine they treat the train as dining rooms."&lt;/span&gt; WHEN SOME OF THEM EFFING EAT ON TRAINS AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to Singaporeans' boredom, doesn't it? I mean, what the. SERIOUSLY, life is so uneventful and monotonous, must make some noise and make a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish (although my birthday is not here yet) is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the people who take photos sneakily get lung cancer, contract tuberculosis, get ramped down by a stampede, become impotent (very important, so can teach them a lesson), die of heart disease; dengue fever; and of course, grow a big lump on their forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will die one by one. So the society is pure once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to take photos is it? Okay, can, but DON'T SNEAK AROUND AND ACT LIKE A WIMP. Guys who take these sneaky photos are... well, erm... I don't mean to sound rude, but they either got no balls or null balls. Opppsy, don't they mean the same?! I am so insensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another says: &lt;span id="lblContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"She eats like there's no one around." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so? Need to take picture is it? Okay lor, fine. Then go and ___ (I am not going to reveal what the word is, but here's a hint! It starts with "di" and ends with "e". Guess yourself!)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these people get caught on that webby, they will then be enlightened of how fun it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;/Edit(2): New poll.&lt;/span&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/816195578781582644-2090700232449808117?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2090700232449808117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2090700232449808117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-people-haha-in-one-days-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3824847789686964915</id><published>2007-06-10T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:39:59.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Omg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much things to say now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are back asap. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A left already. B is not around. C, I don't know. D... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am so tired already, I need you to support me. To tell me I can move on, I realised I felt so mentally exhausted, having come this far. Thanks for being there for me on so many occasions. At least you trusted me. I don't like people to question me and claim they are sorry - cos initially they were the ones who didn't trust me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my close friends to criticise me, cos they know that's just how I am. I don't like people to not listen to my explanation first and immediately jump to conclusions. I don't like people to be hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends to accept me as Demas. That Demas is proud, bitchy, unkind, extravagant, irritating. But at the same time, isn't he loyal, helpful and nice to his friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my close friends to join in with other people to backstab me, cos I feel so sian and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my close friends to defend me fiercely, cos if someone were to say my friends whatever shit, I will immediately flare up at once. Cos I like staying true to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people to say I cannot make it for some things. Cos it will make me feel hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people to pretend to sacrifice for me, claiming all sorts of things. I don't like it when you tell another person my secret so that you can make him/her trust you. That is so ridiculous and despicable. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my friends to befriend me, or even others, for a motive. It's seriously disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my friends to desert me and let me be alone. Or maybe that's why I don't have any true friends in T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends to appreciate me and be good listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this friend, who was influenced by other people who hate me. So now, I don't really bother about this person. Cos wasn't he the one who lost faith in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if my life wasn't filled with many close friends originally, then maybe things wouldn't turn out that way. Maybe I would just be that Head of Functions or Councillor who will organise class outings for you all and that's it. Cos I have done my part, and no greatly forged friendship is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people to probe and I don't like it when friends ask every single thing about me. About what I am talking about in my blog and my msn nicks or display pictures - cos if I effing want to tell you, I would have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miserable no. of people I trust perhaps suggests how sucky I am as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't go against my conscience :) I will stay true, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______, come on! I feel like calling. But obviously I can't. I feel so sucky now. I feel so sian. I don't know what is happening. And I don't know why, for some reason, tears are welling up in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find 回到过去 so nice... : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3824847789686964915?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3824847789686964915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3824847789686964915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-where-are-you-i-got-so-much-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2776625479029864254</id><published>2007-06-09T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T15:26:33.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think my brain has degenerated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 000 000 000 cells after I thought of some themes of the Cheering Comp Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, if I thought I couldn't do A Maths or Physics questions, my immediate reaction would be: Okay whatever, I do Literature first. But when I looked at the Unseen question, I was like, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. So I shifted to doing the last summary of English. On the whales must survive bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The author argues against whaling. List the main points she used to support her argument. USe your list to write a paragraph to summarise the argument against whaling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you asking? For the consequences or the suggestions? I HATE SUPER VAGUE QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand it, now discussing with P. Wanting. Hope can discover some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT: OH YEAH, YESTERDAY I HAD 200 VISITORS!! I WAS SHOCKED :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos right, at first it was around 1000, then become 1166, which I thought was 1100 (cos of the sickening alienated counter), but no! It became 1200 shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT(2): And English Writing! Free argumentative topic, I wanted to write on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demas is a genius." Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT(3): I am possibly the only one who think Pirates of Caribbean (stupid spelling) 3 sucks. Opps! I have told people how shitty the show is, but they told me I never watch 1 and 2, that's why I think it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO! WRONG. I say, even if I watch episodes 1 and 2, the response will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even talking about the storyline, I'm talking about how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when the white crabs lifted the ship into the sea, where was the link?! Before that was the scene on the water fall, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?! Oh, so it is supposed to tell us that, erm, erm, the white crabs, if in huge numbers, can move a ship? Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although the fighting scenes were magnificently filmed, they were SO STUPIDLY DRAGGY. Damn, people. I am such a fuss. I cannot help it. Why must fight so long? Then the monsters look so alike, and they kept on switching to different places on the ship - I got so freaking confused. So ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, graphics are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I MUST rate the show, I would give it 4 over 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2776625479029864254?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2776625479029864254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2776625479029864254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-my-brain-has-degenerated-2-000.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6533865574619578273</id><published>2007-06-08T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:57:31.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/EDIT: ATTENTION.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I have a piece of joyous news to announce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO ANNOUNCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this smiley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmmJ1wmLT_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/foGR7QxnXoQ/s1600-h/BITCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmmJ1wmLT_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/foGR7QxnXoQ/s400/BITCH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073738011880673266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely hate it. I found it at Crystal's taggie (shoutmix). I don't know why, but at first it's so funny when people use it cos it has this smug look, right! BUT THEN, it's like, when as time passes it is so disgusting. I HATE THE SMILEY. SPREAD IT AMONGST YOUR FRIENDS PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Kai Jun gave me a souvenir present while she was away at... Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, in fact, that you get to see me smile!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlRLwmLT7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/5M47aDkdo4Y/s1600-h/BLOG-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlRLwmLT7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/5M47aDkdo4Y/s400/BLOG-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073675717675012018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, MY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FLAT TOP&lt;/span&gt;!!! OH DEAR. And that is my new specs. Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is of Disney cover material, which means I am doubly happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlSsAmLT8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TBZs5SXVF7w/s1600-h/BLOG-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlSsAmLT8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TBZs5SXVF7w/s400/BLOG-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677371237420994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me such &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MANLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slippers! I was immediately traumatised, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlTOAmLT9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/X2hWT1f74pU/s1600-h/P6080142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlTOAmLT9I/AAAAAAAAAW4/X2hWT1f74pU/s400/P6080142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677955352973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlUxQmLT-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/S5M1GEIEp-Y/s1600-h/BLOG-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmlUxQmLT-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/S5M1GEIEp-Y/s400/BLOG-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073679660454989794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, I am actually quite happy that someone remembers to buy things for me when he/she is away in some exotic countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CKJ, don't be offended cos I AM TOUCHED. MUHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6533865574619578273?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6533865574619578273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6533865574619578273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-happy-cos-kai-jun-gave-me-souvenir.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RmmJ1wmLT_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/foGR7QxnXoQ/s72-c/BITCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-7760854888670075195</id><published>2007-06-08T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:46:57.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)font-size:130%;" &gt;I was sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I had a throbbing headache, stomach cramps and felt like vomitting. Luckily today ok already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I am really scared my father will grab hold of my effing bank book, cos I used over 100 bucks on presents. Birthday presents. Omg! Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad threatened to cancel off my line because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I always turned on silent mode, then when he calls I often never pick up (To this he scathingly said, "Take handphone for what? Useless.")&lt;br /&gt;2) I exceeded my phone bill for the third time consecutively. The latest one exceeded by $30+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is ridiculous cos I KNOW I would exceed as I kept on calling other people for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, why am I such a spendthrift?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, fortunately, I am doing fine in studies, so they cannot have an iron clad reason to cancel my phone line. Muhahaha! I am not a male bimbo! I AM SMARTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a new watch, oh damn! Why does Keith have a new watch on his birthday and not me?? Ok, my birthday is not here yet, LOL! I sound so ... oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a new resolution: To be frugal and save money on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start saving like shit, so that I can buy my favourite things at Orchard Road. I NEED THAT SPIDERMAN BAGGG. Oh damn! It sounds as if it is a necessity ... but certainly, it is! IT IS, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags are defined as &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;large pouches &lt;u&gt;permanently&lt;/u&gt; slinged onto people's shoulders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Oh yeah, I've gotten myself a new shirt at Robinson's sale at forgot where already a few days ago. I think I was at Orchard at that point in time. Discounted sales there, which is, of course, to my liking. So I was trying and all... and found this pink shirt. Quite nice but quality is good, won't fade off that kind! YAY! So in total, I have 3 pink shirts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also want an orange shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I sound more and more like a son who saves $0.10 a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will change now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT, I also must get my Nintendo DS by this year!! As well as the adidas watch. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you say, "Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will say, "Anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently stuck at Benjamin's house, and he's having his piano lesson. Oh, well done. I am with Wei Jie, Ai Hua and of course, Woon Yeow the uber lame man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing Bio project, and then we, okay I was slacking and watching Ai Hua's rented&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Meet the Fockers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is NC-16, which means I have 1 year and 2 months before I can officially watch it. The show is like full of sexual connotations! But damn funny (okay, only I found it funny). Okay, so even the title itself is sexual. Replace the "o" with "u" and you get a nice, wonderful and refined word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't go into details about the movie though it is amazingly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Benjamin is having his piano lessons, which means we are stuck in his room, but still breathing. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, 3T2 Clairvo, should we postpone our class outing cos it is pathetic with only 17 or 18 people going!? At first it was like, I asked you all wanna have a class outing, then all of you answered in unison, "YES." Yeah, then now only 17 people going. Fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I really hate wasting my time. zZz. And I have bought the stupid things for the class outing games already. Damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about organising is the kind of response I get from people. Like, erm, erm, when I ask people if any can't make it or any disagrees with it, there will be like one raising her hand saying she got tuition. But a few weeks later more and more people will say they can't go because of this this this. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like postponing it to next Saturday. Dunno! And yeah, go ahead and say what you want lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Looking forward to o3's chalet :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO MOOD NOW. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7760854888670075195?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7760854888670075195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7760854888670075195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5472315811125496797</id><published>2007-06-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T16:28:22.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went to Lot One to meet Josephine to buy all the game stuffs. Couldn't get marbles though. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate at Pizza Hut. Students' Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why do some people laugh at me when I said I wanna be the Head of Functions of council?!?! Worse still, they laughed at  me when I said I wanna be part of the ExCo! OMG, so insulting! I was like, what the... I know I only joined for like less than one year but... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people who peep at me SMSing or doing something with my handphone. Freaking rude people. I feel the urge to show the bitchiest face I can afford okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, do some people still don't get it? Why are some Singaporeans so rude that they can immediately deserve to be in some stranded islands to learn moral values? I know I am rude too, but not this kind of rude! I understand that I sometimes talk back to people and interrupt people's speech, BUT AT THE VERY LEAST, I respect people's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao uncles. Whether it was just plain curiosity or whatever, it is still rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was on the LRT to CCK, and I sat down beside this really hairy uncle, then I was like, erm, taking out my handphone ( wanted to SMS Jo that I was reaching), so then this hairy uncle turned to his right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS&lt;/span&gt;, staring at my handphone. I immediately felt uncomfortable for I do not like people to even glance at my SMSes (Oh yes, Demas is that narrow-minded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not immediately roll my eyes. I turned to the right so that I can deliberately show myself rolling my eyes. Then he looked at me. And I diao-ed him. And I smugly and cockily slammed my handphone to slide to its original shape and stuffed it inside my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When another SMS came, I took my hp out, with him turning over once more (didn't he understand? Oh wait, he is not only rude, but also stupid)!!!! Then I showed a contemplative face of whether I wanted to open the message, but in the end I kept my handphone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things never stop, do they? Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Sec One, Benjamin, Shi Yuan, Crystal, Kai Jun and I went to Suntec during one of the project days (I think it was eril). Then the four sat at a row, while I sat at one of the opposite seats. Then Benjamin wanted to tell me something, but there were too many people chattering so I couldn't hear him. So he SMSed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I took out my handphone (with it continuing its message ringtone), the lady sitting on my left turned nonchalantly, as if it was a rather cloudy day (it was, actually). This lady, okay, teenage girl, wearing spaghetti stripes looked at the message Ben sent over. I FELT LIKE STUFFING MY HANDPHONE INTO HER NOSTRILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I didn't. But I did something to bitchslap her. I replied to Benjamin (Not in exact words, but okay, the meaning is there):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry later then reply, someone is peeping at my message."&lt;/span&gt; (with her looking at me type).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think she was so paiseh and immersed herself in reading her book. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORBI GOOD. Who ask you want to read my message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao nugget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cannot stand these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know why already, cos Singaporeans' lives are so boring some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 6am, go school/work, come home at 6pm. Daily routine, except weekend of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people suffer from mental boredom, therefore they intend to seek enjoyment and fun by reading other people's messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT and LRT signs say, "No smoking, no flammable guess, no eating or drinking." Yet it doesn't say, "No intrusion of privacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never break law right? No obligations right? READ LARH! As if they will get scolded. But from now on, I will face this realistic world. If people DARE to read my effing messages, I will turn to his direction and meet eye-to-eye. He will probably look sideways and pretend to call someone. Or I will use the sec one style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite sian again, but I did some homework. I am about to complete English assignments... So I am semi-productive actually. But I will work harder for A Maths and Physics :) Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complacence kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask me about the poem, yes it mine (for goodness' sake!) and it is not the full version. I will post the full version in about 2 months' time? Haha, you will know why then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5472315811125496797?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5472315811125496797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5472315811125496797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/double-post-just-now-went-to-lot-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-175943960215770495</id><published>2007-06-07T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:54:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BABY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I quite like bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am saving money for a  PSP, so that I can play Pokemon Diamond or Pearl! YAY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I sound like a bimbo! But you don't know one hor, I am very smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I saw Wei Jie playing yesterday, and I was like, omgwtfbbq, I wanna play too! I must save up for one! Though I know I just spent $100+ on presents and miscellaneous (why am I such a spendthrift? And my dad and mum don't know. LOL), I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be like juggling so many things at one go. Studies, CCAs, Councils, Functions, PLAYING POKEMON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My playing hormones are back, although my hair, Noxfera, quickly disagrees with the prospect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I have not touched on revision as well as most homework. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I get my Scholarship money to buy it?! So I must study even harder to squeeze into top 5% cos I want an effing $500! MUHAHAHAHA. Okay, that shall be my resolution for this year. :) *Smiles happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a new poll, vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-175943960215770495?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/175943960215770495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/175943960215770495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-29234900681337820</id><published>2007-06-06T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:30:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These holidays will be a BIT uneventful cos I don't have as many functions as of November's and December's. Apparently I only got 4 for June (not counting trivialities like movies, etc), which is quite silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are asking me for a house-warming party, which I immediately reject. Cos the renovation is not over yet. I will see first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am pretty fine with my life currently. I mean, yeah, living my life to the fullest is the best. o3 is good, T2 is good; I've got no complaints. I am also trying to forget the girl's disgusting-ness cos it is not worth my time. I have a great family too :D But then I stress once more to my closer friends (don't feel like telling face-to-face) NOT to tell me who hate me and what's not. Not because I wanna evade from reality, but cos I'm just bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. Anyway, a new ambition of mine is to go England to study! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-29234900681337820?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/29234900681337820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/29234900681337820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-these-holidays-will-be-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2756092903547571421</id><published>2007-06-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:53:34.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;/Edit (2): The motivated mood is back. I MUST PIA NOW! NO MORE SLACKERISM. One of my holiday resolutions is to constantly revise, but I haven't been! Ok, empty promises. So I will read now, okay? But I am damn busy larhhh! :( *Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I feel like walking up to this girl and give a bitch face. Oh, she is a sec two... Freaking flirt larh, wah lao eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes seriously bitchily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are just some things I can't blog due to social obligations such as ... a golden name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well done. Shall stop being disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the previous post's quiz, it is quite traumatising to see people failing my test, which has a gift question no. 20. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a glance, Crystal + Phyllis scored the highest score 75, while an Unidentified person, Ai Hua and Suen Li clinched 70. A few of my friends who were supposed to understand me quite well got Cs. Moreover, there are a few people I don't know taking the test. But I welcome everyone :) Lastly, there are 78 non-repetitive visits registered, obviously showing that people are so curious about ... the celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Edit&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vivien Gan &lt;/span&gt;couldn't take the test, so she told me the answers through msn and I marked them. She got a whooping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;80&lt;/span&gt;, which is the highest at the moment, though it doesn't register at the thingy below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter also fell due to whatever circumstances. It is currently 785, making it about 110 people per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poll has an increase of people thinking the celebrity post was indeed funny. At least 65% of the people laughed at my post, whereas the others clipped pegs on their mouths to prevent them from laughing. So actually, it is 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chalet, erm please be reminded to meet me on tuesday :) !!! NEXT tuesday. LOL. Anyway, I know the numbers for the first day are pathetic, but I seek your co-operation, for those who will be there, to liven up the atmosphere as much as we can, k? I also hope there will be no quarrels like last year (though I was the one quarrelling, er?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, there are only 18 people going, but this no. will shoot up to a maximum possible of 25 on the 2nd day, so not to worry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the benefit for NPCCs, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Finale&lt;/span&gt; will held on the last day, which will last about 3 hours. Then it is debrief and we go separate ways again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried to contact Yin Kee, who finds it a bother to reply my SMS. LOL, ok just kidding. But if you are a close friend of Yin Kee, please ask her to read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2756092903547571421?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2756092903547571421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2756092903547571421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-for-previous-posts-quiz-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4627384194086854318</id><published>2007-06-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:00:25.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judging from the poll, I think at least 60% found my previous post funny, whereas another quarter found it sucky (they were lying, by the way) and the rest found it neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Those people who said it was sucky are actually jealous of me. Cos I am not inclined to believe that they did not laugh a single bit (totally impossible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is a test/ quiz to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/498933"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/498933/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, have fun! :) Quite a simple test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4627384194086854318?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4627384194086854318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4627384194086854318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-judging-from-poll-i-think-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5440156440758763006</id><published>2007-06-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:31:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit(3): I checked out the Aloha website and the description for our chalet is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The double-storey terraces are fully furbished with living room set with TV and games table; dining area; 3 air-conditioned bedrooms, furbished with beds (1 queen-sized and 4 single-sized), wardrobe, dresser, bedside table and wall fan; 3 toilets /bath with shower heater; BBQ pit and a fully equipped kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. PAWN ALL LARH! MUST COME OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit(2): Erm, 2o3 whoosh, free time during class chalet is increased. Games are decreased. But PLEASE, if you are going somewhere, please be back by the expected time! OK? Games are quite challenging though. Like I said, the purpose of games is to involve everyone. Free time doesn't. I win. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PLEASE also tell me which days you will be present! As you can see, the chalet post is being updated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: o3 whoosh, please remember to refer to chalet post. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/2o3-whoosh-class-chalet.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for the link :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you want to bring mahjong, soccer ball, PSP or whatever shit, please play them only at free time okay! Or else defeat the purpose of us gathering. For benefit for NPCCs and myself (since I'm lazy), games will not be tough and will not require strenuous exercise. But they will be fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New rule: No rejection to taking photos is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Celebrity's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A media company sent me a letter saying that they want to sue me cos I have taken away a lot of their attention, resulting in a decrease in viewers. Then I was like, "Sue then sue larh, as if I care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why people always blame celebrities, like us? Oh wait, actually I don't really know. Perhaps it's jealousy? I dunno, ever since I entered the media industry, I've got more and more fans, and I can't help it! I know I am charming, good-looking, handsome, pretty-faced and of course, handsome. So naturally people come to see me act on drama serials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, groups of people who are jealous of me, and back to the topic. What was it, eh? Oh yes, they wanted to sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter reads, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"New celebrity on media, Demas (who is a new celebrity on media) has erupted a whole sea, a whole rainbow of fans to idolise him. Demas, who is a new celebrity on media, claims to be beginner while, judging from his professional skills, he seems like he has started for 2 months already. And from the previous month, May, to now, we have lost a maximum possible of 2 viewers. I henceforth sue him for his ability to grasp attention from other people." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper's headline was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Demas, new celebrity on media, was sued for having at most 2 fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details of why he was sued, page 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details of how he originally became a celebrity (the pornstar controversy may be true), page 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details of how he managed to attract 2 fans, page 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details of how he was almost gangraped by 7 girls and a boy on 32nd February, page 29"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell anyone okay, but I was sacked yesterday by my boss. I am so paiseh! I mean, so embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called upon me, and I thought I would be upgraded into a better celebrity. BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, "Demas! YOU ARE SACKED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, and I said, "What? Is it because I haven't been acting well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Oh shut up. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: BUT, Sally the toilet cleaner got promoted to become a pop star! What am I? And I'm sacked? What logic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: That's because of one night st-- ... Opps, sorry, I mean, she had her abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Okay fine, to tell you frankly. It is because you have no boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell?! HOW DO I HAVE BOOBS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: I warned you before, and I recommended a silicon-implant surgeon. You refused to listen. You are sacked. Leave the room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked for my life --  for I really wanted to be as famous as Jay Chou or Jolin Tsai. What was happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the 2 supporters that I had were interviewed. So I took the latest newspaper to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Our reporter, Monica Cheng, has interviewed the two possible supporters of Demas, the new celebrity on media. One of them, Mrs. Wang-Lee Zhi Jin, says, "It was definitely a case of bribery. But he's not famous not, so I revealed it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The second supporter, who does not want to be known as Mr. Soh Bee Chee (did we just reveal it anyway? Oh forget it) says he wants to be like Demas, and his ambition is to be like Demas, moreover he wants to own the things Demas owns. But he later reveals that he is forced to say that by his friend, who is Mrs. Wang." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked for the breath of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up just now, thinking I was refined and pure. BUT NO, there were paparazzi groups EVERYWHERE wanting to take picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I am alone, they didn't bother about me. But later on when I was meeting Jay they took tons of pictures of me. And then when I was outside the esplanade, the continued flashing. Oh these paparazzis never stop, do they? Moreover, when I was standing in front of the golden statue, there was a flash too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of them said fiercely, "Don't block la, stupid." Possibly to one of the passers-by cos he must have wanted my autograph. But I quickly fled to some hidden places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a celebrity is not that easy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Above details are fictitious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5440156440758763006?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5440156440758763006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5440156440758763006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebritys-life-media-company-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3764665153830848376</id><published>2007-06-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:42:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranded alone in an uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;he pressed, in deepest loathing, against morality.&lt;br /&gt;Hushed in a silence of ferocious fear,&lt;br /&gt;he vowed never to drop a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing disappointment was growing,&lt;br /&gt;but he knew the journey was never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;Pangs of loneliness were intolerable,&lt;br /&gt;yet he stood strong for the unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had already lodged itself in his imagination,&lt;br /&gt;for he had watched them in evoked admiration.&lt;br /&gt;Vexation sinking deeper;&lt;br /&gt;his heart, in protest, swelled in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, his mind fluttered in excitement,&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, a tinge of resentment.&lt;br /&gt;He was, at long last, in an ebullience,&lt;br /&gt;and was glad he did nothing against his conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3764665153830848376?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3764665153830848376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3764665153830848376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5675192167270750279</id><published>2007-05-31T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:42:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;They really think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I don't know what they are talking about me. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake. Hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder why hypocrites can still act and speak to me so normally and merrily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos if I hate someone and speak to him/her, I feel so uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Whatever. Sick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5675192167270750279?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5675192167270750279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5675192167270750279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-really-think-that-i-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4277525353508124543</id><published>2007-05-31T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:51:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Thanks Samuel for lending me long sleeve shirt! :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Luckily the size is correct. Haha. I lost my long sleeve shirt larhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks fellow councillor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o3 Whoosh - Class Chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should feel really touched cos I spent hours 2 devoting to the planning of the class chalet which, of course, consists of games. It is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALOHA CHANGI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People present in discussion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai Hua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chien Siew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dates are: 12th to 14th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet at 12pm at CCK control station on 12th June. If you have other committments, do come by yourself or meet other o3ians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport by MRT and then bus. Tentatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not attempt to bring friends from other classes. I will make a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please update me if you are going! THIS IS NOT THE COMPLETE LIST! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 denotes present on the first day, 2 denotes the second and 3 the third. If wrong, tell me ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;People going for class chalet (S means staying over, N means not):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1) Demas (S)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Benjamin (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Chien Siew (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4) Ai Hua (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Kai Jun (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Shi Yuan (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Iqbal (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jane (S)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Candice (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Nizam (S)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Phyllis (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) William (S)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Wei Jie (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Yin Shuen (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) C. Jane (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Shafiq (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Ren Jie (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Josephine (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Keith (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Crystal (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) See Woon (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Wan Ting (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Vivien (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Zhe Hao (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Anselm (S) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Christine (N) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;27) Joyce (S)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;28) Jefferson (S)&lt;/span&gt; 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;29) Fan Wei (S)&lt;/span&gt; 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to bring (COMPULSORY):&lt;br /&gt;1) Money. Preferably at least $20. And that $15 to ME if you haven't paid!&lt;br /&gt;2) Toiletries&lt;br /&gt;3) Clothes. Preferably at least 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;4) Slippers&lt;br /&gt;5) Sanitary Napkins (for the girls)&lt;br /&gt;6) Towel&lt;br /&gt;7) Handphone&lt;br /&gt;8) A bag to contain all the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional Items:&lt;br /&gt;9) Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;10) Bra (for boys)&lt;br /&gt;11) Torchlight&lt;br /&gt;12) Sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be games (no complaints, please!). However, free time is increased and less games are organised (due to complaints).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCCs going are expected to pay $5 instead of the original $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informing of parents is not compulsory as I have no more authority to instruct. However, it is advisable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities in sea are considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No opposition to games is allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions to activities/games are open to all Whooshians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No medicines or first aid box will be provided. If you have asthma, freaking bring at least a inhaler. Should you, in any case, suffer from asthma, we will try our best to help. However, the death from it will not be the responsibility of us because I am not the official Head anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not disappear or vanish suddenly. Failure to comply with this will result in a maximum possible of zero class chalets in future. Do not freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At no point in time should there be intimate behaviour between girls and boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distribution of food is considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who paid already:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Candice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Kai Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Iqbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Ai Hua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Shi Yuan&lt;br /&gt;8) Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've lost the list for this, I might have made a mistake. Inform me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Peh is hurrying us to pay. I will pay first. But for the birth of myself and my wallet, please PAY ME BACK LARH. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Updated on 31/05/07, at 9:25PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Demas; Ex-member of Class Committee- Ex-Head of Functions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The counter on the left apparently does not register repetitive visits. So no one can accuse me of manipulating visits. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have 150 visitors daily. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLC TOMORROW. *Sighs deeply*&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/816195578781582644-4277525353508124543?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4277525353508124543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4277525353508124543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/2o3-whoosh-class-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3592773303873108519</id><published>2007-05-31T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:42:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know that I have this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poll that requires 0 intelligence (maybe a bit of smartness actually, to find discover that every option is the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, to make my blog have even more variety, I have inserted a counter as well as a poll. The poll will be renewed once every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put more definitive polls next time - I'm just testing it out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, SLC yesterday was so full of admin (apparently, 5 hours of admin work!), that when I go there tomorrow, it will be full of admin once more. Omg! I don't want to be a secretary for life but again... this is lifeskill. Oh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin admin admin. Haiz... Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow will be stuffy and hot lar, cos everyone is in blazer. Holy goodness. But I wear it once in a hot pink moon, so I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, can you all stop asking me why I cut flat top?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give a substandard reply, I will say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cos it is to attract attention, so that people will notice who I am, and in time to come, people will vote for me during the election."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Musfirah went home, then JY, Eugene and I went to Al-Ameen to eat. The food there quite nice larhhh... Damian and Joanne came shortly to eat (I think they came down to reminisce the times when they organised 12 SLC). Then we chatted and bla bla... Hehe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so disgusted when my friends or people whom I have their msn have msn nicks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he didn't feel my love for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I waited so long and this is what she did to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN. STOP IT. Emo-nisation not welcomed to Demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of putting that? So that, one day, the person he/she likes will suddenly say, "Opps, I didn't feel it. I must apologise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then oh dear, it's an apology, not a confess, so he/she will still end up in bruises caused by... caused by what ah? Oh yeah, the word is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tackling the second sentence, it is really your problem that you waited so long (bloody), but most often the second party didn't really do anything to you. Oh wait, this is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily these people are not my close friends/ classmates/ ex-classmates. Pheewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall celebrate Vesak Day.&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/816195578781582644-3592773303873108519?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3592773303873108519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3592773303873108519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-that-i-have-this-poll-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2867208823858690690</id><published>2007-05-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:58:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SLC was damn tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was literally a process of dehydration and running to and fro ORCHARD (what!). From Orchard MRT we had to go to Dhoby Ghaut MRT station, which was literally crazy. Then we had to go back to Heeren and then to a remote area and come back to some random places and then go to Fort Canning Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mentally and physically challenging, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was called Sylvanus (cool name) and it consisted of 13 - 18, locals and foreigners. So literally it was difficult to communicate. Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, it was just damn tiring. Tomorrow will be an even more boring day. My group is touching on Management of Pollution. GOSH, all those mediocre topics - out of my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to be more enthu tomorrow! For some reason I was not to my usual self today. I was really tired. But I got cheer them on la, at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be action paper, admin work and crazily administrative work (repetitions!). I can't stand it! I am not admin! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I updated my personal introduction on the left so you may want to look at it. :) Yeah, if I ever enter the ExCo of council, I will want to be the Head of Functions! What? Cannot have ambtitions meh? I aspire to be one! :D :D And even if I don't enter the ExCo, I will still help out. That's the spirit man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the tiring process, we took 67 back to Lot One and then ate dinner with Eugene and JY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the Hwa Chong people are quite nice. I mean, the councillors. As in prefects, or whatever you call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quite helpful? It is obvious, since smartness (they have this smart and smug look, frankly) often equates to helpfulness. Or am I generalising? Yes I am, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was ironic. The games, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep quiet, in case people find out that the facilitator tells us where to go in the games. Wait, did I just mention it in the previous sentence? Oh forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so ironic! We were supposed to be like other groups dangling around trying to decipher something of the clues, but he told us the place and stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired LARH. Gonna sleep now. Seeeee ya when I'm free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2867208823858690690?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2867208823858690690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2867208823858690690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/slc-was-damn-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1652927668585585438</id><published>2007-05-28T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:21:48.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/Edit: Do you want to appear on my new blogskin? :) I mean, not soon, but sooner or later I will change this blogskin, so why not book it early, and you get to appear on the main blog cover material for at least a month. Come on, it is a celebrated blog, which is obvious. For those who have no pics with me, I will specially take one with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maximum possible of nine slots for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Slots Left: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who booked (in order; first come first serve):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-C.Jane the V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-Vivien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Shafiqqq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Keith&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;-Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Benjamin says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been CORDIALLY INVITED BY DEMAS KOH SHENG WEI, MASTER OF DEMASISM, to be PLACED AS ONE OF THE GODS IN THIS GLAMOROUS PHOTOSHOOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/1/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; I have an INVITATION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/1/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Muahahahha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/1/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Woon Yeow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, TELL ME, DID I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH AT HIM!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, since he is a minor, I will not reveal his name, in case everyone knows he is the Vice Chairman of 3P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was evil and thouroughly amused when people laughed at his hairstyle and called him the "son of Mr. Neo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed too, and I couldn't help it. I wanna apologise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is karma, cos I received the same retribution. Oh damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, am I making a big fuss? Cos I have the same hairstyle -- that is,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; FLAT TOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. OMFG. In abject self-pity, I am hiding like a crazy monk inside a Nunnery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a nunnery then, you ask. Cos yes, I am the dominant person of Nuns and Monks. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough crapping! Sorry to... the vice chairman for secretly laughing (actually, if I didn't reveal this, the whole world won't know I laughed at him like an evil toot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, of all dates, to cut my hair TODAY. Of course, with the company of my mum. Then when we entered the barber shop, without my prior permission (obviously), she immediately told the hairdresser, "Ping tou ah." (which is "Flat Top" in chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then, I stared at her, exhibiting a rather expressionless face, for how long had I not cut this ... this ... mediocre hairstyle? I was stunned shock for a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to open my mouth to say a differing opinion, the hairdresser had started shaving. Oh, well done! Oh, well done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing and yet sensing a heavy feeling of uneasiness, and suffering at the hands of uncertainty momentarily. My insides screamed, "DEMAS, you are so crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair almost argued, "I'd rather you make me botak than... than make me a square." It was of course with a tone of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silenced him dangerously, "What can you do? Do you want me to pluck you everyday!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Noxfera (my hair has a name, okay?) says, "Then you shall go bald at 30!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I kept LAUGHING throughout the whole haircutting process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is not to go out with your mum, especially when cutting your hair. For there is no way you can argue with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moreover, I changed my specs. Into a more retro one. Love retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I bought Zinger Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I was on diet. Oh nvm! Shall buy another piece of fat lard to chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and pics on cheering comp prelims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rlp5-L1jwPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/c1olaimMHdY/s1600-h/t2clairvot1avias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rlp5-L1jwPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/c1olaimMHdY/s400/t2clairvot1avias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069498439795196146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my sitting posture is like obscene and bla bla, but I couldn't help it! It was so rush larh! And hor... I know I am the most conspicuous (who would wear long pants on that day), but can't help it! I also cannot help it with my two hands twisting (honestly I looked dumb), but but... cheering comp is about gayness. The Art of Gayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO MUGGERS RULE. And forgive the extra array of colour spots, cos I was too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Ma-ia-ia MUG MUG MUG! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rlp64L1jwQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iTFchjiYUYc/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rlp64L1jwQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iTFchjiYUYc/s400/DSC00397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069499436227608834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, me with my Perfect-style &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Demasism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (highest level attainment) with extras Wei En and Vivien. They are my sidekicks. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART CHEERING COMPETITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last year already. People around me entered the finals three times in a row. Whereas I only entered twice! Cos I couldn't take part this year. But I know, I know, I am always part of the Clairvo Elite! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a change in blogskin, done by Phyllis, which I am glad cos it's nicer! And the first picture I took with Benjamin is dunno how long ago liao? LOL. Screw the chubbiness, although I am very chubby now too. But the html screwed up like a bitch, so I will have phyllis to fix it tonight... Bear with it at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I seek your forgiveness for the mediocre hairstyle I have now. Please, for the birth and attainment of Demasism, DO NOT LAUGH AT ME WHEN YOU SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROLLS EYES LIKE AN ULTRA BITCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1652927668585585438?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1652927668585585438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1652927668585585438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-why-tell-me-did-i-laugh-at-him-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rlp5-L1jwPI/AAAAAAAAAWY/c1olaimMHdY/s72-c/t2clairvot1avias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-6244870846775784289</id><published>2007-05-28T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:16:53.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FOUR BUSY DAYS AHEAD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending the Students' Leader Convention (SLC) at Hwa Chong! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my facilitator that we will be going Orchard to play tomorrow! Yay! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am, for all you know, the 13th SLC member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Little Ironies by Catherine Lim, and she's such a good writer larhh! :) A twist is all she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... oh my god, did I just blog this out? Cos... it was borrowed from BP library. And then you ask, "So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to answer this will require ultimate might, cos it is borrowed using Jane Lee's ez-link card, and I think it is overdue already, so I planned to stealthily put it back, and then if there was a fine later, I will tell Jane, "No, I returned long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently I failed to do so since I have such a big mouth, and I will return the book someday later. Uh oh! (And I accidentally took her mechanical pencil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, and Clare thought I was joking about the A Maths thing (getting a C6 in mid-year). Wah lao eh, my maths sucks so much, very surprising meh?! In the end I got A2 cos I almost got full marks for my CA1. So stop complaining already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Marina says, on my report book, that: "Demas is a friendly and outspoken student. As a councillor he shows great initiative and has carried out his duties responsibly and efficiently. He has done well in the examination. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moreover, he is a very good leader and has potential for further achievements, he is special, unique and of course, &lt;u&gt;celebrated&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, erm, words in red are added by me. LOL. I am so... bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! I have also completed my Service points for LEAPS!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I have decided that one of my Holiday Resolutions is to ... I shall not say! Secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sian now, and I don't know whether I will have the driving motivation to do homework. zZz... And the homework is like a lot a lot. I am also asking for an A Maths tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school functions ahead... Youth Day celebration... Cheering Comp Finals (Theme and blabla undecided, so stop asking)... Chinese Opera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Chinese Opera, I really hope that I don't have Councillor duty on that day, cos I will be in stuffy blazer and cannot watch in peace. O.O Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... my brother is currently taking his O level Chinese. Good luck to him... All the HCL students also taking it in October... Gosh... Must get A, if not get kicked out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found out the conversion scale from degree Celcius to degree Fahrenheit. Omfg, it is so chim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degree Celcius = (Degree Fahrenheit - 32) x 5/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... 451 'F = 232 7/9 'C (which is the temperature at which paper burns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people cannot stick to one unit. So complicated =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Not going to be a scientist. Muhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to do now. Eating breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6244870846775784289?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6244870846775784289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6244870846775784289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/four-busy-days-ahead-d-attending.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6173489367616381359</id><published>2007-05-26T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:36:19.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for double posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, why should I apologise?! LOL, you should be thanking me cos I am posting more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today I shall talk about some people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John* told me not to be close with Jill*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored John of course. Though, he is still faking his way through the Duke of Langerhans*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrality = Unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke of Langerhans is also challenging my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peroro* got into a very horrible situation. Silver* was getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`-` Silver hates John. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*- Names are changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6173489367616381359?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6173489367616381359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6173489367616381359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-people-sorry-for-double-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3157094747967599210</id><published>2007-05-26T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:48:42.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HEY HEY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly humming the "3P2 3P2 ; 3P2 ooo ooo" for God knows what reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the WuLaLa cheer of 3T2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, o3. CHALET DATES are: 12 - 14 June. Please come okay! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no one coming. Then next time don't have chalet larh! *zZz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think yesterday was the first time Mdm Marina praised me! She said, "You have done reasonably well, given that you are actively involved in the Council."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! Heng! It is just so cool when you've got no flaws for anyone to pick on. Those who didn't make it, jiayou! Take this holiday to brush up your revision, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also beginning to adore and treasure my class le! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo's gonna win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyway, can you believe it? Looking at the History Elective answer scheme for mid-year Compare &amp; Contrast, there is this divine sentence (consisting of 8 words) will grant you an L4/4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both sources are highly critical of Stalin's rule." (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L4/4&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and die larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have written that! Tone is so helpful sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some holiday resolutions! Maybe you would want to as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To blog frequently&lt;br /&gt;2) To touch up on my A Maths and Physics&lt;br /&gt;3) To play!&lt;br /&gt;4) To finish homework by the rise of first day of third week.&lt;br /&gt;5) To save money&lt;br /&gt;6) To eradicate lousy characteristics within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, to remove any substandard qualities embedded in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this holiday to meditate, so that hopefully, in time to come, I am able to seek enlightenment. THEN, I will be the best person on Earth, cos I have achieved the highest level of Demasism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Nestle is out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;improve&lt;/span&gt; itself with its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; newly-formulated Milo which, according to advertisement, contains more malt, and of course, more milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge everyone to buy a packet - for the new taste is really amazing, that when the moment you put it inside your mouth, your taste buds immediately say, "Omg, what is this new, amazing, and of course, wonderful and perfect thing? Is it Milo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the newly-formulated Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to jump for joy, for if I happen to buy it, I will let my father to drink 7/8 of the contents first, cos it is just so nice and milky! Oh, then I will accidentally pour the rest onto the floor, and exclaim loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMFG, DEMAS. I NEED TO BREW MYSELF A NEW CUP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go and try it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you will Love the brand new taste!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out to watch movie with Phy, JY and Keith. GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3157094747967599210?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3157094747967599210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3157094747967599210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-hey-i-am-constantly-humming-3p2-3p2.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5162973449267844373</id><published>2007-05-24T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:14:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It is really honourable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have people to ask you to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting H (who doesn't want to be identified, claiming, "I am a Low Profile Girl."):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; coz u shldn't let down ppl who want to read ur blog&lt;/span&gt; (copied directly from the msn conversation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was about to do something else, but since people love reading my blog like some glue addicts desperately wanting to relieve themselves, I shall start to ... blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A rather uninterested lukewarm clap*&lt;br /&gt;*Shows a bitchy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so ... I shall start to tell tales which haven't been told before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fencing went to Lot One to buy things, which was really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was without money. Then couldn't use ATM card. Damn! In the end I used the class chalet money. Aiya, don't worry I won't steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I shall start to spin tales which have never been spun before by a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... that Woon Yeow likes Clare, and Yuan Zhi likes Angeline. (Sudden realisation that many many many people know this website; but anyway, it's okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks people for tagging about the girl's issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really got to admit, that I cannot be bothered with such baseless comments cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Firstly, it wastes 1/3928384710 of my life listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;2) Secondly, it makes me such a lowly person to want to argue with a... a... sec one or two.&lt;br /&gt;3) Thirdly, I am supposed to be magnanimous. And btw, I am celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I shall not speak of that issue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, I would really want to show a bit of fuss so that people can learn how to pronounce my name correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last P.E. lesson, I met Mr. Tom Chan (Obviously), so he asked, "Your name is The-mars or Day-mas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Erm... There-mas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, he pronounced my name correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wong too! She calls me The-mars. I think it's a habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-mars sounds stupid. And now Xin Yi from 3M1 calls me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis told me two sec two students were arguing how to pronounce my name. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the birth of Hermione Granger, I am famous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound so self-centred, cos I keep on saying how famous, how celebrated I am. But I love it when people know me. Hahaha! It makes you feel as if you are, for five seconds, Paris Hilton or Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the upcoming composition topic, it will be: "The Controversial Name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about how you pronounce it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so funny lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on lower sec cheering comp day, before we started, I asked the first few classes which came how to pronounce my wonderful name. I told them there will be a bonus mark of 0.0000001. LOL. I was joking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a girl shouted into the mike, "THERE-MAS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignments are piling up like Mount Fuji. I wish, for a moment, that I hadn't taken Physics. Cos it spoils my report book, being the only C. zZz. And I really cannot stand it when people say, "your results okay already, a C doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shit sentence is that?! I am just that shallow, that superficial, cos a "C" is so bloody uglehhh. *Pukes blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the classes which entered cheering comp are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2o1 ZioBanger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2o4 Gazette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2o5 LoLers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;101 Frontiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1o5 Cruxzaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3P2 Royale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3T1 Avias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3T2 Clairvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this reminds me of today's announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ... excrete. So must ren! Wah, then the announcement today was the longest ever man! First was the Balloon Debate; then the Mathematics Genius (Don't understand why Mr. Michael P. wants it to be so naggy) and then the finalists of cheering competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover I forgot that I had already switched with Eugene for pledge. So I was frantically asking sec 2 counz, "WHERE IS EUGENE?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I remembered I am the pledge -taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my announcement is improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, Tiger used to show a disapproving frown when correcting me. But then today there were no mistakes -- I feel so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so fluent, so much force was involved, that I give myself 8/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ... crazy. Haha. But I am used to speaking to the crowd already. The first thing you must be used to is English teachers straining their ears to hear if you have sticked your tongue to the upper row of teeth when pronouncing "THREE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So sickening! I got corrected by Mr Osgodby before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really admire the Vice Principal, Mr Ng. Cos he faces the crowd with courage. Like, really! I mean, although I think he knows that people are damn reluctant to listen to him, he still makes it a point to say what he wants. :D Which is really good, cos no compromising is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pictured a funny scenario just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I, as a erm, Soccer team member, hate my team captain - would I still go and practise?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if it were the past me, then no. But I think if it were now, then yes. Cos it doesn't matter who that person is. No matter how he is domineering, etc, I will achieve my goal for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new principle in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, laughing at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I don't really like it when teachers use "Councillor" as a form of argument for me committing a mistake. I mean, it's correct la, but I just don't really like it. Cos ... I don't know. I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Councillor, Mr Malcolm Forbes once said, "The Best Vision is Insight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I dunno what the hell he was saying la. But if you say it a few times, you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting what the dictionary says, my definition of insight is "analysing something with depth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something of that sort. So a leader must really have good insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou bah councillors... Anw, in the council is not really something about bonding together, but doing things together efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, hope the other Understudies are doing fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment! :D:D I will continue to contribute! :) Like Joanne and Nigel, though they didn't make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... in two months' time I think the ExCo is stepping down... And it is us, the sec threes, who are taking over. Quite nervous bah... Still need to say a speech... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope people will not jeer at me. Phobia of it. Jeering and booing is so demoralising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might screw it up. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the June Holidays, first week. It will be the speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Speaking of holidays, it will be a packed one cos uhhh!!! I cannot rest! Homework! Why!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, did you see my name on the microsoft word document?! LOL. HE MENTIONED MY NAME!! SO COOL! :D:D I love it when teachers praise me. Show how talented I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, you get a refined, wonderful + a bit marvellous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Famous Demas&lt;/span&gt; (it rhymes!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing... I keep on thinking of what I shall become when I grow up. Maybe I would want to be a teacher bah... Since I dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the first part, I simply love it when people say they are stuck to my blog. Cos I can blog damn well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't ask me for the theme for cheering comp finals, cos I really don't know. It won't be so soon la, but we will give you all time. So don't worry!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slacky day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might plan a holiday timetable for myself, since my level of time management = 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got zi zhi li, I have the ability to tame myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, by the way I got 13th for Level position :P And 7th for Class. Can't believe the closeness. But... people in m class so smart la. Hah, never mind. At least got top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Qi and Qiu Quan were in front of me. All the chao muggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also mug well hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K toodlistics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5162973449267844373?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5162973449267844373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5162973449267844373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-really-honourable-to-have-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2345712608561759572</id><published>2007-05-23T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:47:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel so... sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is temporarily over in the Council... since cheering competition (prelims) is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the judges who turned up... Ting Shien, Shirin, Azis (spelling?) and Dolly. They were cool judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to people who came to help Siyun and me... Josephine, Musfirah, Audry, Jun Yue and Eugene... Without you guys I am sure we couldn't have done as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mrs Wong and Mr Chiam too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate much since I am quite dunno-how-to-say for my job. I feel we could have been more organised. I think... I dunno. Or perhaps it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps a girl wouldn't have said, "How come all the classes who went in are from Express?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Erm, am I supposed to say, "Cos we are biased?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much hatred this is going to engender, I am still blogging this out, cos... cos I am Demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were there, as a random person, you could have almost immediately identified that some classes had really prepared way before hand and were organised and knew what to do. I am not trying to insult the Normal classes here okay, but I guess there was a difference in efforts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not ALL Express classes were fantastic, but there were just some, it was easy to see, that they had rehearsed numerous times. You may disagree with me, but who cares? I am here, stuck with my own opinion - and if you dare to change it, you will not get the whole, refined and marvellous me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, the girl there, saying some really thoughtless stuff to us, councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel insulted. No wait, I don't. Cos I am not the judge. I think they would feel insulted cos they were doubting their abilities to make judgements. I was impartial, and I dare to say it out loud, cos I deducted points from all the classes who did not comply with the rules. Ask me, and I am able to say it firmly, that the class which had the most marks had the most points deducted for... Singing. Yet they still clinched the highest mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because nobody turned behind and said, "Huh? What to do?" or "Paiseh Paiseh..." Everyone was smiling at the judges and they knew what they, individually, had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really unfair to these classes cos the comment is not only baseless, but also evidently sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will lead to a controversy and people are going to twist my words and say, "Omg, Demas discriminates against Normal people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? Some people just don't understand what I am blogging, but pretend all the same like as if they know. Oh man, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why some people will think that way. Oh, and by the way, props is one thing, organisation is another. Please learn to differentiate. Sure, props will gain you higher marks. But organisation is so important that it carries a lot a lot of percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sian... I tried so hard to forgo what she said, but who can? I mean, others can, but I am the organiser, and I feel so sian, so sian, cos people are unhappy of this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat with JY, Phyllis and Eug at food junction. Didn't eat much cos no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote my script for tomorrow's announcement (the winners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs Wong told us today that she doesn't want to hear teachers complaining about sec 2s and 3s (councillors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... hope it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2345712608561759572?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2345712608561759572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2345712608561759572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3858024615127396346</id><published>2007-05-22T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:49:40.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Omfg, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt; for CME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disgusting and stupid B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pukes blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgusted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the hell, just because I put "jejunum" on that CME paper doesn't mean I don't have morals right? Oh damn, Demas has no morals! Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first freaking time in my entire life, I got B for CME. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are telling me bullshit like my future boss will look into my record and question me how come I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Siao&lt;/span&gt;, as if I will be an employee, please. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Demas&lt;/span&gt;, not some random Tom, Dick or Banana. Crazy. But even if something like that happen to me, my response will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but in Sec 3, they tested us not on moralistic values such as integrity, but rather on the religious knowledge. They tested us on religions such as Buddhism, Christianity and etc. I remembered the test clashed with our Literature exam (and by the way, our Literature exam was important as my school emphasised very much on the arts), thus I did not have the time to read up on the various religions' characteristics. I remember that almost a quarter of the cohort failed, but I clinched a passing grade, which is of course a C. However, as my form teacher knew I had good conduct, she immediately gave me good marks for the "Conduct" component and that is how I got a B. Many people got C. However, I think that it is superficial to judge my morals this way because I am full of morals. Furthermore, you can look at my conduct, it was "EXCELLENT"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smug look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so full or morals, in fact, that when you see me blogging, I will still think of how I will donate to charity in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should really shut my boss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the hell?! I didn't even give a shit when I got C5 for my Physics, but a B for CME?!!?! Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, questioning me, "Oh stop pretending to be full of morals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, dear! How do I face the world now? I vowed to myself just now never to reveal to anyone (other than my classmates who already exclaimed loudly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DEMAS YOU GOT A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; FOR CME!"&lt;/span&gt;) that I got a stupid B. I feel thoroughly, if not absolutely, disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am whining like a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if people around me know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE MOST MORALISTIC PERSON EVER, SO STOP IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I think my report book will look okay... Hope my level position doesn't increase like a big shock last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trauma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3858024615127396346?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3858024615127396346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3858024615127396346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/omfg-i-got-b-for-cme-disgusting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-185686170503567722</id><published>2007-05-21T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:25:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super loves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thank you to William who helped me to clear the stuffs in our shared locker, which must be vacated today. I think the locker In charge or whoever must have attained enlightenment and discovered, under the Bodhi tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Omg, B, look.&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes, A?&lt;br /&gt;A: Do you realise the lockers...&lt;br /&gt;B: What?&lt;br /&gt;A: The lockers... Wait!&lt;br /&gt;B: The lockers! I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;A: I KNOW too!&lt;br /&gt;A &amp; B: They take up ... space!!! (Fully enlightened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so finally they decide, upon the busiest day of the celebrity, to reposition the lockers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long long thank-you list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, thanks for the weather forecast people to be wrong! :):) Heng! If not it will really rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, thanks to Si Yun for being my partner, although she couldn't make it due to NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, thanks to Mrs Wong, Damian, Shirin and Yih Fang for guiding me in this competition planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, thanks to the sec 2 councillors (Jasmin and Nicholas) who helped me out. And oh yeah, Jasmin's friend too! Forgot the name , sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, thanks to the emcees who hyped up the crowd. They are Rashid and Syahir. I am not supposed to say this I think, but they went impromptu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventlh, thanks to the people who said good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eightly, thanks to the judges who came. Judith, Wen Jie, Dolly, Shirin and Ting Shien!!! THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninthly, thanks to Mr Chiam, Agnes and Wei Siong for setting up P.A. for me!!! :):) Really thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenthly, thanks to the classes which initially didn't want to take part but still did in the end!! COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleventhly, thanks to Mr. Matthew Lim for letting me off half an hour earlier so as to eat my lunch and prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelthly, thanks to people who were enthu and bring up the atmosphere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteenthly, thanks to me for being such a nice celebrity to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apology list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being so harsh in my previous posts cos they enacted a good performance today. :):) The BPian legacy never dies. I am proud of these classes la! They were really great though they had Art people and NPCC people. Not going to mention which classes but their performance were one of the better ones. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being such a bitch when you all didn't want to join. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to the judges for having to shift constantly to avoid the sun. Grr....!!! Sorry to everyone whom I have shown my temper at. Really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to say. Even without the bonus marks or deduction of marks, the results, as in ranking, would still be the same - T1, T2 and P2. :) Cos for bonus marks it was a very tiny tiny weightage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was easy to get bonus marks, and T1 kept getting it (not that I am biased or anything) because they did 3 cheers for almost every class. But I got go around to gain bonus marks for people. Just that some... erm, erm, classes didn't want that marks very much. Nvm :/ I DID walk from here to there to ask them to do 3 cheers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marks were deducted for unstated props, singing, no school cheer, exceeding of time limit, use of non-English words, less than 25 people, etc, etc. I think there were more marks for props? I dunno, it depended on the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why T1 got the most supportive class award was because... they kept on cheering loudly for everyone. P1 almost got it, but T1 cheered one more time than them. So... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2o6 performed today because they have CIP on wednesday and it is a whole-class thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T1 had a higher score than T2 based on the judging criteria. But they lost out in non-chanting cheers. So there was a slip of 1 + point in the end. But Wei Lun got 1 mark for the Toilet Paper Laughing game, therefore there was ALMOST a tie, I think T2 won by zero point something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line was P2, which was unique in the straw hat prop, cos I think they spent quite a lot of time on it. P2 cheered moderately... There was once I was damn pai seh, cos I asked them to cheer but I don't think anybody heard me. Actually the performance was very nice leh, P2's one. But I think (if I remember correctly), they got penalised in exceeding of time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1 and M1 were really close in line. I think in the end P2 managed to tuo-ying-er-chu is because they got the point in the toilet paper game too! So games are REALLY helpful after all! Congrats ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end T2 cheered the wu-la-la cheer cos I wanted them to. Then I joined in. And then the judges started to laugh at me!! What, T2 very united one okay! Cool actions! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun man! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back to return KWE's watch, they asked me if they got in. But I couldn't say, yet I think my smile gave it all. Oh damn, why couldn't I hide my emotions?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo!!! CHAMPION LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu wu wu wu wu&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wu La La La Red&lt;br /&gt;We are Red&lt;br /&gt;Nice and Great&lt;br /&gt;Wu La La La Blue&lt;br /&gt;We are Blue&lt;br /&gt;Tough yet True&lt;br /&gt;Wu La La La Green&lt;br /&gt;We are Green&lt;br /&gt;We shan't Sin&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo's colourful,&lt;br /&gt;Colourful and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;King of Colours&lt;br /&gt;Pure and White&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Vibrance&lt;br /&gt;Youthful Pink&lt;br /&gt;T2 Clairvo's gonna... win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More embarrassing stuffs... like me stuck for 1 minute, dunno the meaning of "guzzle". So embarrassing! Omg! I knew the meaning of the first word, pulverise, but I scared when I say "Break into pieces",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may say "Crush" or "Emulsifcation" or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. A fun and tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Food Junction to eat ice to relax our throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk! SEE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-185686170503567722?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/185686170503567722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/185686170503567722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/super-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4757238192806295501</id><published>2007-05-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:40:01.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Monday&lt;br /&gt;21-05-2007&lt;br /&gt;25 - 33°C&lt;br /&gt;Showers with thunder in the late morning and early afternoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(www.channelnewsasia.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say other than defeated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unlucky. Gosh. I feel disgusted and traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If late morning still okay since it can evaporate. But early afternoon? Oh damn, I feel disgusted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have heard some things about the mark scheme (deduction of marks), forget about it, cos it is revised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4757238192806295501?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4757238192806295501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4757238192806295501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-21-05-2007-25-33c-showers-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-775511866532858377</id><published>2007-05-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:36:58.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine now. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, credits to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Benjamin Wang Guo Hao&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for bringing a little glory on the tiny powerpoint slides created by Miss Tay, slightly noticeable to have my name, as a Celebrity, to be on it (I believe there is a sentence structure problem, so don't correct me already). He has helped a gazillion people by providing L4/11 answers for SEQs. Those who know what I am talking about should be the ones who have memorised his answers so vividly. Anyway, one of them is Hui Jin. Others include Eugene and his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, without BWGH's essay, I would be far from A1, perhaps dangling at a C6 or a C5. Either way it is still a C, so no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mona Lisa look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;千方百计的就是要他们参加；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;现在就要靠他们了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;或许他们会很恨我，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;可是我知道他们会从中在班一起彩排的过程，找到快乐。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我相信我的决定是没错的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;沉默。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;希望他们可以团结；因为团结是力量。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;很高兴看到他们在博客上说出他们快乐与惊讶的心情。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;感到非常欣慰。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;很有满足感。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我，许胜伟，总算没辜负了自己！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-775511866532858377?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/775511866532858377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/775511866532858377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-i-am-fine-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7608285461030908035</id><published>2007-05-19T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:50:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some things I feel the urge to blog things out, but I know I can't, cos people will say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey hey, don't defame him okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When evidently it is HIS fault. Yes, of course, what am I? I am only a random student councillor, and comparing him and my leadership position, his is obviously greater than mine, that's why people will still side him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I stood strong here, and I never gave up, cos all along my conscience is clear and I did not scheme, plan or retaliate. He is there, dangling, lying to me, deterring me from doing my job well. To my other friends, it is obviously my fault cos I am the one making a big fuss yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or two told me, "Eh just let him off, you can't blame him if he is not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I scored 24/30 for my composition, and do I not know how to express myself clear enough? That I don't mind the non-existent interest, but what I mind is him lying to me and him portraying himself as an unqualified leader? Sorry friends, you misunderstood my meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, side him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is through this process that makes it clear to me who my true friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg, stop being so disgusting okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to vomit blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Whatever I say won't make sense, cos I am just, in your eyes, a humorous person. Sadly, now I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We tend to overlook many many things; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like how we try hard to trust our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though it is just a half-hearted trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still we go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos our conscience clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am not going to say more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have made my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, nobody really regards me well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so at first I shouldn't even have --,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust, hope, care - what is all these bullshit already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can't go near them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yesterday was perhaps the last time I talked to X).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos X is, of course, close to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewww.... I feel so insulted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally. Absolutely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you like to put it, "Cos he is a remarkable leader."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, everyone will forgo his mistake like a pinch of salt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is bloody unfair to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I am complaining, and I cannot help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that I am not involved in this pile of shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I can't now, cos it is nearing the 6th month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in no time to come, it will be the choosing of ExCos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL, to think I can still remember ExCo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how much I aspire to be in it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are still other things more worthy - friendship, trust, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet I know being a leader is to sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am willing to sacrifice, I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot believe I blogged this out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I will still stick to my own principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I don't think many people will vote for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what's the fuss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am mentally prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I really found out that, it doesn't matter whether you are in or out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can always help :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I am blogging this out, but nvm, I am honest, and I am not afraid of this dark, unpleasant journey ahead. I know harm was inflicted upon me, and I stood up again, cos I am ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7608285461030908035?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7608285461030908035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7608285461030908035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5936139465616616602</id><published>2007-05-18T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:34:38.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fame, Popularity, Eminence do not equate Leadership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vow for my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5936139465616616602?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5936139465616616602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5936139465616616602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/fame-popularity-eminence-do-not-equate.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1966129366643723350</id><published>2007-05-18T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:09:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I seriously tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought help from ANYONE I could find and deemed of great help. Yih Fang, Samuel, councillors of the classes, Syahir, Mr. Tan. Anyone! Si yun and I really tried already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, in the end, they still decided not to join cheering competition, I can only say, I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling of being lied to? By a leader, some more. Oh nvm, I shall not mention, in case everyone turns tables against me. My point is, if you, as the class leader, don't want to join, fine, but do not go around asking people not to join too and tell me that you have told your form teacher and she agreed to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bloody pissed off by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a leader (not that I have a lot of leadership qualities!), I think the most basic thing is to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nvm. Speaking of it only spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today have Core Leadership training, so Benjamin (Fencing), Huan Ghee (Basketball), Wei Jie (SJAB), Ai Hua (Netball), Wei Wei (Science Team), Eugene (Students' Council) and I (Students' Council and P.A.) have to go. So have to leave straightaway to the Conf. room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate about the thingy though I made some new friends and they know me as the celebrity. *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :D See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1966129366643723350?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1966129366643723350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1966129366643723350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-seriously-tried-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1566592791878544363</id><published>2007-05-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:12:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The more I was included with the "in crowd", the more confused I became. In reality, these people were far from perfect. They talked behind each other's backs while pretended to be best friends. They rarely had a truely good time but smiled and faked it. They cared about what I was wearing and who I was seen with. But they didn't care about who I was, what I believed in, what my dreams were or what made me who I was. It was a shock to see them as they really were, instead of as I had thought they were..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul; On Friendship - All I Would Ever Need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazing around just now, and I found the Chicken Soup book which I had bought a few years ago... And I found this extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so true, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it carries on: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I concentrated first on findding out who my real friends were-- the ones who listened and who really cared about me. They were the only ones who really mattered. I stayed with cheerleading because I really enjoyed it. But I stopped hanging around with only the popular kids, and I widened my circle of friends. I found out that my real friends had never left me. They were simply waiting for me to come to my senses. I finally realized that my original friends were all I would ever need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(By Kerri Warren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true. So bloody true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends. I have come to understand that true friends are people who want to spend time with you, and they ask nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, say, a random close classmate were to tell me, "Hey Demas, since the class isn't united, then don't ask them join cheering comp bah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am Demas. That's just how I am, and I cannot change it. Oh damn, why am I so stubborn?? Because it is through cheering comp which makes the class bond (at this point in time, people are spitting at me, saying, "Oh bullshit. Only girls will cheer." Guess what? Go and die, please). Because it is through cheering comp that identifies the class spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand why people come to me and ask if their classes can don't join cheering comp or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY reason they give me is, "Because not many people are interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I feel so patronised because I am just so sian already. Not that I am angry with these people but to make a good leader, you yourself must learn how to sacrifice. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes tell me not to be so blunt on my blog, but I brush away their comments because I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? It's not my problem at all if I anger anyone. At least I know I am honest with my own comments. Yes, I am just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pei fu T1 and P2 cos they are like quite enthu about cheering comp. Because, it is one of the most important aspects of being a BPian. You may disagree, but again, I am right. And I know I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to it, if a close classmate said he doesn't want to join, then I would say he is faking the supposedly present enthusiasm and doesn't understand me at all. Because, if the whole of MY class were to stand up against me and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be such a freaking piece of shitty ass, please. We are not interested at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response will be,&lt;strong&gt; "As long as I am PART OF THIS CLASS, &lt;em&gt;I WILL NEVER ALLOW ANYONE NOT TO TAKE PART&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I SWEAR, seriously. I don't care if the whole world hates me, because this is the life I am leading. Force, it may be, but isn't o3 like that originally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They once told me, "Demas, just perform badly in prelims then don't need get in liao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical before-started-planning response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few rehearsals, they told me, "We are going to win this competition." Yet I really thank T2 Clairvo for the moderate interest they are showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really believe if a leader is unable to mobilise the crowd, then perseverance. I strongly believe to be able to at least participate and enjoy the whole process but not being able to get in is better, compared to spending your time to sleep or study (and it is bloody after the MYEs already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone (forgot who) told me, "It is so embarrassing." This is, ironically, the most embarrassing response I get cos I am the organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, why is it embarrassing? Is it because you got stage fright, have to make funny actions or have to paint your faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing it may be, but life is not about sitting by the stage, watching others perform. This life is uneventful, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's asking you, anyway, to do pole-bar dancing (I promise), so what's this embarrassment? Everyone embarrass together lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to mention these classes, but they know who they are. Whatever. Hate me, go on, but I stand strong on my thoughts, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy is not going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really respect Mr. Tan cos he says as long as he is in the school, cheering competition continues. Seriously respect him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher X told me, in indignance, "Oh please, it is a waste-time competition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also respect Vivien, Jia Le, Jun Yue and Zheng Wei!!! Like the spirit man! Jia you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided not to bother about the classes who don't want to join, cos I believe they had not even slightly tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Upper sec classes, please be notified that there's a change in venue to the hockey pitch cos of the NPCC event. Assemble at 2.30pm sharp at the hockey pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I had digressed from friends to cheering comp, I have no further mood to blog about the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Comments stating how much I suck will be deleted. However, comments stating how much you hate me will not be deleted - cos it shows your jealousy. Thanks and good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1566592791878544363?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1566592791878544363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1566592791878544363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-i-was-included-with-in-crowd-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2690629070025534758</id><published>2007-05-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:51:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I say before my English sucks badly? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bloody B4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, 64 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always sucked at comprehensions, and thus resulted in the heavenly mark of 29/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought paper I could save me, but ... half-half bah, I should say, since I got 18 for my Letter (damn it!) and 24 for my Compo (which is the only thing I am happy about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, for the bad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension - I got 0 marks for vocabulary, cos I am just not good in vocab!!! Damn, would these teachers stop it already!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, summary was okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Letter, MAN JIANG HONG LEH!! Omg, what the?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expression problems everywhere. No surprise though, since I rushed through that section. It was so terrible cos I got lousy marks for my task fulfilment and of course, language usage. Oh wait, aren't these the only two components of letter writing? LOL. Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compo, I attempted the misunderstanding question, and to my relief I can write not bad compos. If not can straightaway jump off building and die a peaceful UnEnglishdified Death. I know, I know, I suck at English, but I want to boast a bit, cos I am the highest for the section of that question. :D I am glad, really, that this last piece of compo brightened up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It neutralise everything, for some reason. Like, "Eh, at least I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; write..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I am so lousy at compre man, seriously. How to work on it? I am damn sian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall I get B3 (heng!) cos of my CA1 (bless CAs totally!). I am going to strive harder to neutralise everything into A2 by the end of this year. Wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History got A1 (miracle.) and Literature A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of getting exam results. I think I did okay bah... Haiz... Except English, so disappointing. Somehow I felt nothing when I got C6 for SS, A Maths and Physics. I dunno why actually, but I mind more about my English. Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English!!! Most complex language amongst all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after fencing went to Lot One food junction with Eugene Koh;;; Then waited for eons for Jun Yue and co. to come. Phyllis came after that. Then we went to Pizza Hut. There were me, Eug, Phy, JY, Yan Shuang and Zheng Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Large Pan Pizzas and one ... Royale (ironically it is their class name; it is the baked pasta la!) And then... the barbecue chicken pizza very nice lah! After that chatted and laughed like siao. Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ZW and I took LRT home... I didn't know took through Petir (or maybe he purposely didn't tell me one!), so went one big round. Hoho, he better thank me for accompanying him larh! *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, reached home! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2690629070025534758?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2690629070025534758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2690629070025534758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-wait-did-i-say-before-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3654653403205319127</id><published>2007-05-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:36:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith injured his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie worse, injured his already-got-old-ailment arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old ailments SUCK. I happen to have one in my right arm la. Cos when I was young I fell down, permanent injury. I cannot even stand people pinching my right arm la, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injuries were due to soccer matches, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Jie is going to NUH now... hope he is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I really thank to have such a sick thing called CA, cos without my CA, I would have gotten C6 for my A Maths, but with my CA, I got an A2! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Physics too, I think it can pull that damn bloody ___ to a B4. HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, all my CA marks are higher than SA marks. Except maybe E Maths, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I screwed up my E Maths CT remember :P ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone for tomorrow's English!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3654653403205319127?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3654653403205319127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3654653403205319127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/eee-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3570151403954648952</id><published>2007-05-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:16:39.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did okay for Bio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left English, Literature and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, lets hope for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope can get B3, A1 and A2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the atmosphere will be damn tense in the hall tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad :P Good luck everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3570151403954648952?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3570151403954648952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3570151403954648952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-i-did-okay-for-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2303988467450402976</id><published>2007-05-14T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:15:53.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Marks, to us, are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a magical thing that can determine a smile or a sulk on one's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then, if I were to get 49.5/100 for a Maths paper, and I'm desperate for marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend helps me check for that last stupid half mark, and miraculously found one question marked wrongly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that I am supposed to jump for joy, only for the first 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, because, the 6th minute I looked for that Maths teacher, and to my holy horror, he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, one mark only, won't make much of a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao nugget WTFBBQ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to William last year, and in the end he had to ask Mrs Toh to add the last mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline is, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; teachers to ultimate core of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see Mrs Ong getting all lazy and stuff right? She is perhaps the most hardworking teacher I have seen in my whole course of secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, erm, erm, one mark doesn't make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SURE, if you ask everyone to response, it will be a loud, loud, loud "NO" in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year (or is it last last year, oh nvm), Chien Siew had a mistake in her Science MYE, and it dragged on until the second semester during EOYs. YET, Mdm Yu still bothered to help her check and add marks for her. See, she's so patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone stress very much on teachers being key model examples to students? Oh, or did I hear wrongly? Erm, erm, OMG, I can't stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CAN'T STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people are going to say, "Hey one mark only what, so worked up for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these people, I really feel the urge to walk up to him, smile, and show the bitchiest face I can afford for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My argument is: Not only is it fair that the marking scheme is standardised, it also shows how patient the teacher is to bother to help us look through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my new birthday wish is that all teachers are fair and nice. Thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who didn't get your deserved marks: Cheer up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I got A1 for Chem and E Maths, and a B3 for HCL. Haha :) Yay! I scraped through the B3  :P Actually for my zuo wen I did quite well... but so sad wrong words deducted all. So minus 5 marks, in the end become a lousy mark! :( &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2303988467450402976?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2303988467450402976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2303988467450402976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/marks-to-us-are-magical-thing-that-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2967608529444586312</id><published>2007-05-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:42:27.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust can be built up, yes.&lt;br /&gt;wo ye xiang zhao ge zi ji xin ren de peng you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shou gou xu jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhen de :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruo bu yao bie ren zeng hen ni, ni jiu bu ying gai tiao bo li jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shi hou zhi hui zhuang mo zuo yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zi ji zui qing chu;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the play I typed cos it's just so true how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; some people can get. Should Jesda be less wise, she would have died, no? Yet it is ironic to see all innocent people perish instead of her. The moral of the story is malice wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2967608529444586312?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2967608529444586312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2967608529444586312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-i-know-because-i-just-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3992100415065414152</id><published>2007-05-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:34:06.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;br /&gt;Prince Pine (Son of Duke of Langerhans)&lt;br /&gt;Jesda (Daughter of Duke of Mannikin)&lt;br /&gt;Vodari (Artiste)&lt;br /&gt;Frankipani (Assassinator)&lt;br /&gt;Cintomia (Maid of Jesda)&lt;br /&gt;Parishilton (Maid of Jesda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Duke of Langerhans, Prince Pine, Jesda and Cintomia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, I have heard, of course, that you two want the marriage to be earlier. What's the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: We truly love each other, father. Deeply, father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: The earlier, the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: I think not, son and fair lady, we have set upon a very auspicious date, and changing it seems to be pretty frivolous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: But-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: No buts! A longer wait can test your patience, so leave it here, and leave to prepare! Cintomia, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Prince Pine and Jesda-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: My Lord, if you have urgent matters, do tell me. If not, I have to attend to Miss Jesda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, how long do before you think you can go back to your own hometown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Se- Seven more years, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, yes, of course. Do you want to go back earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Certainly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Therefore, do you promise to abide by the rules I shall from hereon tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Anything, my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Spy on your missy, Jesda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Why would I want to do such a thing for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: She seems, to my dismay, to be having an adulterous affair with poorman Vodari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Vodari, I remember him the poorman. The street artiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Precisely. You shall scrutinise her actions and inform me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Cintomia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Frankipani- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: You have summoned me, my Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, you shall await another summon. For if poorman Vodari and Jesda seem to be having an affair. Therefore, if it is verified, you shall kill Vodari silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Frankipani-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Act 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Vodari and Jesda- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: I have tried, my dear, to persuade the Duke to delay the marriage. I was forced to remain like this. I am sorry, Vodari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: It is alright. It has been hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: I have been forced by Prince Pine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I know. Shall we elope together then, to beautiful France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: NO! Oh, sorry, I mean, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: I cannot leave my father here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: I am sorry. I hear footsteps, I am leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Vodari-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Cintomia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: What was that noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: What noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: Provide me a pen and a paper, for I shall write out my love to Prince Pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Cintomia and Jesda-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enters Cintomia and Duke of Langerhans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: What brings you to such hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: I came to inform you, that Missy Jesda does not love poorman Vodari the slightest. She still loves Prince Pine deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Oh? Then if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Frankipani, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assassinates Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cintomia&lt;/span&gt;: Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: You are of no use from now on. It is better for you to die! Thank you Frankipani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dies Cintomia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Now, you are to assassinate Vodari, and kill Jesda on the wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Frankipani-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act 4&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Frankipani and Vodari-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vodari&lt;/span&gt;: You came to look for-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Assassinates Vodari-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dies Vodari- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act 5&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Prince Pine, Jesda and Parishilton-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: At last, it is the wedding! Are you happy, Jesda dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: Everyone is here, except Vodari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. Cintomia too, she has gone back to visit her sick mother, as told from Duke of Langerhans. I have got Parishilton to attend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Frankipani- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: The Lord has summoned you, Prince Pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: Oh? I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: It is urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Prince Pine-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: You may leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Runs forward with dagger Frankipani-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Screams Jesda- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rushes forward to take the blow Parishilton- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: No! Parishilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dies Parishilton- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Removes dagger and charges again Frankipani- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dodges Jesda- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Escapes Jesda- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Prince Pine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: But father is not--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Stabs Prince Pine Frankipani- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dies Prince Pine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Leaves Frankipani- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Frankipani into chamber of Duke of Langerhans'- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: I shall be punished, for I killed the wrong man! Two suffered under my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: Parishilton and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Frankipani&lt;/span&gt;: Prince Pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Kills Frankipani Duke of Langerhans-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Commits suicide Duke of Langerhans- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Prince Pine- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: But I thought... you were dead, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: I survived, father. It was not a direct blow. What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Duke of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;: I am too ashamed to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dies Duke of Langerhans- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Prince Pine&lt;/span&gt;: Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Commits suicide Prince Pine- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Enters Jesda-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesda&lt;/span&gt;: I am sure, of course, that I will ascend the throne. Muhahahahaha! Die, people!&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/816195578781582644-3992100415065414152?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3992100415065414152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3992100415065414152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/characters-duke-of-langerhans-prince.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1726426209646180322</id><published>2007-05-13T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:59:53.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, new blogskin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to PNKL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, it's not bad right? Although I haven't added my archives. Hohoho! Wait bah! Remember to taggg:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1726426209646180322?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1726426209646180322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1726426209646180322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-new-blogskin-credits-to-pnkl.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5424541417756792769</id><published>2007-05-12T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:16:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Let us see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this world carefully (sorry for double-posting, I just feel the urge to blog some uncertainties out...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder the many choices I make in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who made the same choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has to be led meaningfully sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't know... I thought studying is damn important. Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps it is all those streams, certs and scholarships that made it seem like something prestigious. Although, of course, it is nothing much to get a stupid lousy degree in Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my uninteresting life, and then I realised whether I had chosen the correct path - the path of making studies my most important aspect of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a boring path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a random person were to lead my life, he would exclaim loudly, "Oh damn, why study!? So boring larhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but... oh, no buts at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell myself that the 16 years of education will not be a waste, but I think it will anyway, people with only O level qualifications can like be earning a five-figure amount daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid and boring life I lead, I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a system was devised - a right and a wrong one, of course, I would be able to answer in pride that, "I'm in the right side of the system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though so, I will still be a nobody anyway. So meaningless. I will just be a random U-grad and there's actually nothing special about it o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, the numerous exams that I have already screwed up seem to be gently whispering, "No use... no use at all." Or maybe they are laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I got three 50+ scores in examinations. And they came in as if to test my patience. First is Social Studies, next Physics (though expected) and lastly, A Maths (which I am almost last already, and I think I have disappointed Mr Tai larh :/).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, with an extra effort put in, I would be able to top my class easily. Back in lower sec, I didn't have Cs on my report slip, eight As, may I emphasise proudly! Hmph, those were the days of slight satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice that I made perhaps deterred me from scoring well anymore - the choice to accompany Bio with Physics, is perhaps the most terrible mistake I made in life. Yet I know if given a chance to choose it over again, I would still choose Triple. Am I contradicting myself? Yes I think so... Because Triple has always been a sense of driving motivation and power within me. There are people who will use this against me, saying how proud I am in T yadda yadda. Don't worry, I don't really care about what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I always tell myself, "Demas, I am in Triple, and I have an extra subject, so I need to put in double the effort in everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did, with three C6s out of the three exam papers that I got back. Some of which clung onto me, as if staring menacingly. I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, for the birth of myself, a terrible irony that is hard to forgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, perhaps if I did not choose physics, I could have used the time to do my A Maths, then I wouldn't be so flustered just before the day of A Maths exams. Excuses, they always say. True, true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is practical, they need a H2 Physics, H2 Chemistry, H2 Maths and a H1 Economics. Oh dear! I'm sorry! I can't do it right in front of your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this realistic and unevasive society, people won't give a shit about Literature. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is so stupid and troublesome. But if you want me to play all day long, it is totally impossible. Cos, cos, maybe, just maybe, I can make something out of it. Ha, maybe I can apply for a scholarship when I grow older. LOL, dream on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an orthodox life I'm leading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, man... so sad. 7 and a half years to go! I know, enthusiasm can't be forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is also sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will break down on Monday, for some reason I don't look forward to it cos of stupid exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, and for everyone, no more bad results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Comments/tags to this post will be deleted. I just wanted to say everything out. Pretend you didn't read if you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5424541417756792769?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5424541417756792769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5424541417756792769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-us-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6182947141667315780</id><published>2007-05-12T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:21:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fantastic! Two thumbs' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply cool larh :D The play was very modern and contains a touch of sexual contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, Candice and I met to go to Ben's house. Then after that, Crystal came to help and Hui Jin arrived... We managed to make 40 sandwiches. Initial target was 66. But thank god we didn't make that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, anyway, I spread the egg one, Crystal cut cheese, Candice spread tuna, Benjamin put ham and cheese, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;while Hui Jin does not know how to make a sandwich&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Drama Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that carried on watching the 9pm show on channel 8 cos it's super funny :P And then we left at 4.30pm cos we needed to buy drinks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie was already at the control station; Phyllis was on bus; William went into Lot One to buy things; Ai Hua was supposedly at home. Oh!! And then we waited for Ren Jie--who, frankly speaking, had been very fast already although he was the last to come, cos he had NPCC as well as soccer match--to come and we set off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin, HJ, Phyllis and I slept on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within an hour, we reached the bus stop near Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Roy Ng arrived in a rather casual attire, though slightly sloppy. Oh wait, why am I blogging this out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed me tickets and we walked there. So then a lot of BPians were there already. Some whom I don't know of course, but I am sure they know me as a blogger (*shrugs*). Then passed the tickets to all T2ians... and then we set off!!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder aloud if they could have their play at Victoria Theatre cos it was damn sian to keep climbing stairs and watch birds fly. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyway, we reached and found a sitting area and lay our mats and flopped down. I started to eat a bit and chatted and bla bla. Then it was the show, which was really fantastic lar, but there were too many characters to remember so a bit confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their actions were damn drama too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went home, exhausted and terribly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Social Studies (almost failed), Physics (almost failed) and A Maths (almost failed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... So sian. Then Mr Chiam said I got 42 for my E Maths(?!). Like huh? Hope he is joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the other subjects don't almost fail... If not very sad lerh leh. *Sighs deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck for E Maths, HCL and Literature on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6182947141667315780?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6182947141667315780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6182947141667315780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/midsummer-nights-dream-was-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2795683670471771943</id><published>2007-05-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:05:02.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: o3 Whoosh Full Lit Students + Josephine, please be reminded that we will be going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Benjamin's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house tomorrow to make sandwiches for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; concert. After school, each of us will go home, change, shit, change and of course, shit and get ready by 1.30pm, then go directly to Benjamin's house, reaching by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2.15pm&lt;/span&gt;. Then we will slack, chat a bit, cam-whore and start making sandwiches. We would then proceed down to buy packet drinks for everyone. Thereafter, we would all go to CCK MRT station, reaching there at 5.30pm SHARP, to meet people who have other priorities (i.e., Ren Jie, who has NPCC. So therefore people who cannot make it for the sandwich-making, do come to meet us at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/span&gt;!!! CONTROL STATION), and then set off together. Okay :D? Spread it to all o3ians who take Full Lit + Josephine!!! :D:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so honoured!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the person who topped Physics tagged at my semi-eminent blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eyeing at tagboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is, of course, _____ (shall not reveal, have to protect her identity, in case everyone knows she is Chu Bin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not approach her, for she may just pawn me with, "Demas, you shouldn't walk that way because according to Newton's second law, force--with mass constant--is equal to the product of mass and acceleration, thus if you increase your force, you would be able to accelerate faster since your mass--50+ kg, as I heard--is constant."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Let us pretend this whole chunk of information is of certified and proven scientific hypotheses). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pawns me totally!! No la, from the way she looks, it doesn't appear to me she would speak in that pompous tone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, a Physicist-going-to-be tagged at Cruxroad.blogspot.com, which is already full of honour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ok that was a joke -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Actually I don't think anyone should use the sentences I use on blogs, cos very often I use the wrong words for expression. The reason is to create a dramatic effect. But if you can score well in your compositions, why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. But the main advertiser is Weili, Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall love to blog more :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok something drama happened just now - my mum was stranded outside our new house for 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a slightly slightly panic voice, she called me while I was in school discussing cheering comp. And mum said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh when are you coming home?! I can't open the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly left the school and took the LRT with Aihua ... then I alighted at Jelapang (obviously) and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached, my dad already appeared, and no matter how hard he tries he just cannot open the stupid door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us were puzzled, cos firstly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There were cigarette buds outside the door. My mum cleaned the floor yesterday, and it's seriously disturbing to have two cig buds on the floor, cos none of us smokes.&lt;br /&gt;2) The wooden door was NOT locked when the last person, that is to say, my mum, left the house&lt;br /&gt;3) No one was inside the house. We thought maybe my brothers were inside, but my eldest brother is in the army; my second brother outside. So impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immediate thought that came to my mind was one word - Burglarised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a last resort, my dad called the locksmith, who came in about half an hour's time. Meanwhile I ate my dinner and drank a bit of water (that's so random). The locksmith was super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprayed this foamy thing, and got this look-alike gun with a pointy thing sticking out, and he pushed the keyhole. Then he used the tiniest Alan key I have seen in my whole life and turn, the next moment he pushed with a metal stick and whoops, the door opened! Everything in less than 5 minutes!! Super pro lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will consider being a locksmith cos you can earn quite a lot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went in and found this letter, which states they have the right to break in, and the use of force is allowed if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao nugget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was really pissed off. Cos the letter addresses to the previous owner and, although my dad hasn't gained official ownership of the unit, it is QUITE disturbing to have people break into your house, isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad called someone (dunno who) and he started complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like mad cos he actually said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can anyone just break in like that? What if I'm making love at the moment?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS HILARIOUS, BUT &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, what if you are *ahem* ahem-ing and someone just barged in. No privacy at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he says my grandmother has a weak heart, thus is unable to withstand such terrible shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore he says the people just threw cigarette buds on the floor. Freaking inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad = Super Complain King. Therefore, I must learn from him because complaining is often the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy goodness! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may blog more later. I have to attend to some admin stuffs of SC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2795683670471771943?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2795683670471771943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2795683670471771943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-so-honoured-cos-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-572645255295684036</id><published>2007-05-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:49:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BEAR WITH THE BLOGSKIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My html code screwed up like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Crystal for helping me in my blogskin, although I couldnt find the navigators for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how do you change the font?! Omfg, it is ugly Times New Roman!!! Kill me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skin is okay la actually, but it's for girls la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite angry with blogskins, cos they only feature girls' blogskins. I mean, the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DAMN IRRITATED AND  from hereon I will continue with me supreme irritatedness, of people who cannot open their stupid mouths and say THANK YOU, SORRY or EXCUSE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, Fairy A appears out of thin air, speaking in a whimsical tone, "Oh Demas... I am sure you don't deserve the respect of being thanked, so shut --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the Fairy, that is to say, A, can continue, she is interrupted by a ball of fire which burnt her into crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is that - when I am arguing, shut up totally! Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much does it take to force 27 jaw muscles, as well as to push your tongue a little bit, to spit the words, "Thank you." Or is two-syllable too hard for you? Oh, erm, ok then, say "Thanks", which is a one-syllable word, so NO EXCUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I press the stupid dumb lift-which-accelerates-at-0m/second square's button for you when I ask you which storey you stay, please do say thank you to me. Because I can, if I don't want to, jolly well ignore your presence like how I ignore people who backstab me, but I chose not to, because of the seemingly present common politeness embedded in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, am I praising myself? That is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, some of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singaporeans are so BLOODY RUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the MacDonald staff smile at you and say, "See you again", I cannot force myself to show a glum face and roll my eyes and then ignore her and then turn my head away, BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, it is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, it is RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, it is UNCIVILISED.&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, it is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if to at least smile requires tremendous effort. We are not asking you to have sex okay? We are asking you to smile or say thank you. As simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, if I stand in your way on the LRT, please, for heaven's sake, don't PUSH ME. Stupid barbarians. I can forgive you if you are mute, but certainly not if you score at least a 5/40 in your oral, BECAUSE, you ONLY need to say two FORMIDABLE words -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to teach you how to pronounce?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Cue-SSS Mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the hell, I know it's 10% my fault cos I faced the front and didn't notice you wanting to go out. But it's 90% your fault cos you pushed me without OPENING YOUR MOUTH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry. Cos this happened to me today while I was on LRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!!! What is happening to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pick up your dropped item, please, for the birth of Harry Potter, say THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you bump into me, say SORRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I think Primary school Chinese teachers are damn important cos they teach them hao gong ming. This kind of thing must start from young one. Rude people deserve to be prosecuted! Ok that was just a passing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regained my composure already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your kind reading of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-572645255295684036?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/572645255295684036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/572645255295684036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/bear-with-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6743480370686658947</id><published>2007-05-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:53:24.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Edit: Credit: Lai Chien Siew @ BPGHS, 3T1 Avias for providing us &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Biology&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; notes!!! Xie Xie Siew Square Jie, LOL! And thanks for teaching me A Maths so patiently last night! :D You will always be the top scholar in my heart. Muhahaha, Shi Yuan will miss you too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; are over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hypothetical Jumping For Joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths and Biology were fine, but lets not talk about A Maths yeah? I screwed it up ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* I promise to not sacrifice A Maths for Social Studies, Biology and History anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me a few minutes, for I will apologise to my A Maths Textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After 5 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was lame-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what you think about pimples - but I think they suck like shit!!! Omg, I am so angry with myself, cos the area below my nose (what do you call that?!) has two freaking big pimples, which are really ridiculous cos they are so ugly and conspicuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, save me from pimples! I had never had two pimples at one go before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien says, "I'll bet it is your pimple outbreak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! NO EFFING WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it is stupidly distracting when you have people talking to you, but not looking at your eyes, but at your lips! I am so bloody annoyed by this. Cos not only will feel comfortable, I have the urge to smile at him for 2 seconds and slap that person till his mum cannot resemble him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the two pimples go away soon, cos Crystal has said before that my facial complexion is pimpleless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, through the exams, I learnt that balancing all subjects is very very important. So I must start revising now! I'm kidding, lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today after the die-liao A Maths paper, I went to Food Junction. Lots of o3ians are there la! :D Then after that we went to KBox. But I forgot to bring my card, so then we wanted to go down to ask for anyone who has the card. So then it stopped at the 3rd level, and I saw a bunch of o1s! Zheng Wei lent me the card la! (To think I have insulted him on my blog before, oh oh! But I know he will forgive me, since people from o1 are magnanimous). Must thank him. Yay : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis, Kai Jun, Jun Yue were there. William hopped in for 5 minutes... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nice la, can fa xie qing xu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you all enjoy now, it's my time to  get the entry forms from all the classes which did not hand in! Sian... how come so not responsible one?!?! zZz... What are chairmen for, can someone answer my question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6743480370686658947?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6743480370686658947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6743480370686658947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-e-x-m-s-are-over-hypothetical.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8136272272612381135</id><published>2007-05-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:36:05.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Linguistic English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Humanities-Socio Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Humanities-Literary Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Linguistic H. Chinese&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maths-Basics &amp; Elements (2); Science-Physics Engineering&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Science-Chemical Engineering; Humanities-Historical Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths-Basics &amp; Elements (1); Science-Bio Technology&lt;br /&gt;Maths-Advanced &amp; Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry; History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't concentrate on Chemistry yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was dangling around watching TV... A comedy which lasted 2 hours. On channel 55, LOL! Got this show on this erm, police who catches thieves, then a lot of mysteries, have to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every mystery has a death&lt;/span&gt;. Which is the funny part. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother says, "People die like water flowing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true larh, so funny!! Must watch! 8.15pm for those who have SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried to concentrate on Chemistry or History but evidently failed cos I kept on procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that, for History, I memorised the correct essay with Ai Hua, out of the 4. I am damn happy and relieved. I flipped through to the SEQ section and hit my chest for a few times cos it was simply too LUCKY for me (I only read through the other 3 essays). I cannot believe it. Thanks to Benjamin Wang @ BPGHS; 3T2; benjycillin.blogspot.com who provided the essays to us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Roy Ng said he is impressed our ability to quote Fahrenheit text is remarkable. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Heart Literature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For History, I didn't complete SBQ C&amp;C cos I didn't have enough time. I gave 3 B.O.Cs in the end in the hope of trying to get at least 3 marks. I am very scared of my C&amp;amp;C actually... Hope my inferring is correct. Lalala..!!! So 6 - 1 (Purpose) - 1 (Tone) = 4 (2 B.O.Cs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure whether my B.O.Cs are correct; I crapped! But at least I'm confident in my Inferring. Heng! History is my favourite larh! :D:D Although I prefer Germany to Russia :X No wait, I like  China best, but they freaking took away! Cambridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Mao Z.D.?!?! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a few steps back, for I am going to immerse myself in the world of Biological terms and lock them in my brains for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-8136272272612381135?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8136272272612381135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8136272272612381135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/linguistic-english-humanities-socio.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2237116258382957854</id><published>2007-05-05T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:03:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Untitled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes not everyone can be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we must not constantly compare ourselves with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We didn't mean to say that - but sorry; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are on the right side of the system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is just how it works - You are at the end or at the front;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it? Or erm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it because we are just like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No... happiness can be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;或许是太注重了吧。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pains me to see some of my friends break down one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... We try to derive happiness from everything we do, but sometimes, it can't be forced... So... whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I wasn't much of a help... but thanks for trusting... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2237116258382957854?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2237116258382957854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2237116258382957854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1936024021476804876</id><published>2007-05-04T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:55:31.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/Edit at 9:46PM:  This is just a motivation to me! Ignore it if you aren't interested XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Linguistic English&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Humanities-Socio Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Humanities-Literary Studies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Linguistic H. Chinese&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maths-Basics &amp; Elements (2); Science-Physics Engineering&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science-Chemical Engineering; Humanities-Historical Studies&lt;br /&gt;Maths-Basics &amp; Elements (1); Science-Bio Technology&lt;br /&gt;Maths-Advanced &amp; Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, did I tell myself before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I have no apparent talents in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, among many many subjects?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, why am I giving the said subject so much respect by underlining, bolding, italising and reddening it?! Because it is bloody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to remain calm and non-bitchy as I blog this, but apparently, I cannot! Because, answering myself, I have said the sentence before and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW the effing paper totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section A for wasting 31 minutes of my time;&lt;br /&gt;Section B for its never-endingness and tediousness;&lt;br /&gt;Section C for its 2 choices of question which made me ponder for 4 minutes over which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound very unreasonable, but if you guessed 2 MCQs, skipped&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; pages of Section B and screwed up the Scale Diagram for Dynamics, would you not speak like me!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, whilst I was at Section B, I kept on rushing for time, and the seemingly never-ending turning of pages really madden me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation was very difficult to choose. Cos I finished a question, and then turned a page, and to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was on Kinematics, worth 8 marks (chao nugget!). So I turned the page, and it was Thermal Heat, OMFG, I did the 1 mark question and skipped a 3-mark question and a 2-mark question. Oh, wow! :D :D And I go directly to the Brownian Motion part. So in total, I lost 13 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, I rushed through my Section C in 20 minutes, and I really hope the answers are correct, cos for some reason I am quite okay with Section C. Someone save me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF... Section B. There are so many questions and the majority of them carry 1 or 2 marks. SIAO?! It seems like it is a way to enlightenment, that every page you have completed you are nearing the attainment (although, of course, you do not sit under the Bodhi tree). I am crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can pass but, hope can get through more than a C... Haiz!!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I made a new promise to myself: That I will use Biology to pull my marks straight up, regardless of whether it is fun or unfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am scared is, later on if I fail to memorise my Bio well, or I am in a state of blankness. How??? Haiz-fulness... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And o3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet dates are: 12th, 13th, 14th of June. I know this isn't a very wise choice cos it clashes with NPCC ATC, but still must come la! :) Please hand in the $15 to me as soon as possible!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1936024021476804876?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1936024021476804876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1936024021476804876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-wait-did-i-tell-myself-before-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8864660946837773229</id><published>2007-05-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:33:28.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;English Literature was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected question 2!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I chose poetry for Unseen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I wrote 7 pages in total. But towards the end my handwriting sucked, so ... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to spend 15 minutes on my Set-text, since I have already memorised my quotes and stuff. But I couldn't stop - I wrote on and on for 45 minutes. Oh my! :X So in the end when almost everyone had already started on Unseen, I was still at my Set-Text question. Wah then I rushed through la, totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prose was a tad too long and I just skipped it totally - I didn't even catch a glimpse more than 5 seconds; and I think I can survive with poetry... So I attempted question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... time management!! I will try harder next time... Hope can get 80 or something. :D I think Lit CA I got quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know my Chem CA today - 86.9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng. The Mole test that I screwed up apparently has a pretty low percentage... And anyway, I got quite high for Common Test and the other class tests, so heng ah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for HCL tomorrow, hope can get at least a B3 or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I also screwed up my CME paper. It was so effing difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, perhaps, the most difficult examination that I am not confident of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there's this question asking the name of the temple? YES, THAT ONE. You know what I wrote?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jejunum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for whatever effing reason - I'm crazy! Omg! I kept laughing to myself la, when I remembered it is the part of a small intestine. I cannot believe I wrote that too! :X Goodness me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-8864660946837773229?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8864660946837773229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8864660946837773229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/english-literature-was-yay-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8180666228251901111</id><published>2007-04-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:23:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics says, "Hey Deams (my name spelt wrongly, you realise?), you better read ME, cos I am full of wonderful Kinematics and Dynamics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Maths says, "Nabehh... you think you velocity can win me meh? DEMAS, my co-ordinate Geometry pawns all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology says, "If you have enough sense, you should memorise my Nutrition in Human first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Maths says, "Oh stop bitching. I am the one which requires 3 hours a day. Yes, 3 hours! No wait, 4!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry asks, "Do you want to fail your Mole?!" (with a tone of smugness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History says bitchily, "Oh, so now when I am an Elective, means you can neglect me la? KNN! Stalin kills!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature says, "If you don't respect and MEMORISE me, you will suffer a horrible death. Muhahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese tries to say something, but whispers whimsically, "Opps, I am unreadable. How?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, English and Socio-Studies are killed in the nearby pool. Oh how fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start to immerse myself in the world of Muggarithm, such that I will score well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday, I promise - I will blog like crazy! SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE to study now!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-8180666228251901111?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8180666228251901111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8180666228251901111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-heck-physics-says-hey-deams-my-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4819716520197005738</id><published>2007-04-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:26:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's wrong with people AROUND me. Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I insulted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not that bad..." Let me tell you - There are so many blabla opinions, that if yours differ with MINE, then you will tell me straight in my face, with a tone of reprimanding. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain NOT FREAKING EQUAL TO my brain. So you can comment, but you cannot expect me to think the same effing way; you cannot impose your beliefs upon my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you get it now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good! I hate him. End of Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ... and I used to have this friend, not very close, just okay okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were fine, you know. Since he treated me like just anybody (as in, seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he would tell his friends how sucky I am, etc., like how I am a total loser of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I knew this, I almost died la, please, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he would go to my closer friends and tell them how much I deserved to be kicked in the butt, man man. From then on I decided that the worst thing that could ever happen in my life is to meet hypocrites. And not just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad larh! =/ =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just can't stand it when a person seems fine with you, yet saying a list of intended backstabbing words to MY friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply cannot. You don't see me going around with people I hate, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4819716520197005738?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4819716520197005738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4819716520197005738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-782672946264569083</id><published>2007-04-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:20:47.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bloody Confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-;B&lt;br /&gt;B(H)C&lt;br /&gt;C(F)A&lt;br /&gt;D(H)E&lt;br /&gt;E(F)D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? I dunno what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT: I am quite happy now, cos I think I should be able to secure an A2 for Higher Chinese! :) :) Haha, now the worrying one is Physics. I hope the class test today can pull me up. Anyway I screwed up and failed my Chem test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg... What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my batch, although I don't know why I don't really like this particular sec one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPGHS does not exist to contain crazy people, amongst many many other lousy things. Like, erm, delibrately banging the door when I am about to go into a classroom and showing this freaking impish look which should be cursed for the sake of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tag on his collar (which I will not reveal, in case everyone knows it is "Chairman". Oh wait, did I just reveal it?) seems to be totally ironic of his terrible behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad, of course, since he got scolded by my Literature teacher the other time. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he meets people that he likes, he would be oh-so-damn merry and sweet. But when he sees people he hates (i.e., me of course), he would GLARE AT ME FOR whatever effing reason there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me have said how cute he is, but I beg to differ in what I hope will not break his sweet little cute heart. It is either we have very different definitions of "cute", or very different definitions of "adorable". Either way, it is still the same, so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also been chosen, amongst many MANY MANY things, to be interviewed to allow BPGHS to continue as an autonomous school. Allow me to laugh out my pancreatic juices, for 17 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO, save me from him. Meeting him equates to ultimate doom, for it symbolises bad luck, ill fortune, bad omen, inauspiciousness, lousy day ahead, unhappiness, and of course, bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I am mean or whatever, but you didn't experience what I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, the other time I was about to enter the class room, and he RUSHED in, all while obviously noticing that my figure is there, hanging visibly. Oh wait, did he not see me because I was directly beside me? Erm, no sense made. So I win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he went on, and he closed the freaking door, cos I was about to enter. And through the window he smiled the most smug smile ever smiled by a smilish person. I thought my reaction would be to smile at him since he appears to be angellic. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disrespectful la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-782672946264569083?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/782672946264569083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/782672946264569083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/bloody-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4524227406603382859</id><published>2007-04-23T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:45:39.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Mugger's Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam has started only todayyy. 3 more draggy weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's English exam was unexpectedly easier than expected. Wahaha! Hope I can get at least 65, which is a B3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph! Hehehe, oh and I wrote topic 2! :D:D Personal Recount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man man, class chairmen, give me the damn entry forms! *ARGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I suddenly felt so happy English exam is over. Perhaps I am quite confident?? But what if I get a B4/below? I will be like damn sian . But I think my English CA is quite high ba??? I think I should be able to get an A2 for English CA! Hehe... If I happen to get A1 then I will be so delirious with joy laaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have been wondering if I should move on from Personal Recount to erm, say, Argumentative Topics, which is what QiuQuan did. But I don't have enough courage... Just like I have not enough courage to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know Personal Recount will not get me an A1, as I know there is a limiting factor (why does it remind me of Bio?). But PR is the safest! Argumentative, if screwed up, will get me a grand mark of 15/30. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I start reading The Straits Times every day I will approach Argumentative Essays, but we know it is not possible cos I only read appealing news articles. Hehehe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I was doing the exam, I suddenly had this subconscious thought: Do I like English?! The answer is almost yes, and actually I have no specific reason! Perhaps I may pursue a degree in English. LOL! But I must say blogging has done a great part in the use of my English. Won't it be good to teach English and Literature in BP again?! But that wouldn't get me anywhere. I want &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-step is to become a DJ. Wahaha! You don't know one hor, I am quite good in speaking okay! *Proud expression* I want to secure a profession that I like, that would also bring me fame. Muhahaha! I am so ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You want me to work in the office?! Yes, I can, and I must be the boss. No? Then sorry, no way. There is so much colleague-induced pressure cos of competition, which is the least anticipated aspect of my job. Let me become the boss, and yes, I am of higher authority, my superiority is not doubted - I am the KING! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are laughing and saying, "Stop dreaming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) Wait and see! But anyway, I don't really like being a boss so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me more fame?! Wahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I am crazy already. I want to apply to be a private candidate for Geography. -_- Omg, what happened to me?! I want Triple Humanities in JC!! Maybe I will ask Mdm Marina if I can take Geog tomorrow. I will do self-study during the June Holidays! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) Yeah I know I used to hate geog, but when I see a geog textbook I have the urge to memorise the contents in it. DAMN! Am I crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends will be able to help me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will go and check if I need to register for 11 subjects! After the exams! I WILL DO IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG GEOG GEOG :) YA! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still comtemplating whether I should or not. Advice, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must achieve good results in my HIGHER CHINESE!!! You all must support me, cos I shall get my B3 this year! I aim to get a Godly 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the China scholars dont laugh at me cos I am really trying very hard to write good compos. I hope they may one day discover that I am not that good in Chinese and that my A* for PSLE is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad, cos I have been leading a Mugger's Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mugging, but I keep on telling myself mugging is only for the first 24 years of your life. Then I would be what I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me have also been telling me, "Choose Science stream! Benefits more. If you don't choose science, you cannot take engineering and be a scientist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that! BUT, by the time I become a scientist, I will be 53 years old already. And I most probably will not get the Nobel Prize cos there are always people like E-d-r-e-i (hope he doesn't read my blog too...) Haaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Nobel prize gets me fame, but if I don't get it, it's so stupid la can?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lead a mugger's life, I would want to identify humanity. Yeah. Isn't it amazing, I say, to be able to identify people's feelings and character traits by the use of words? I find it really amazing, so therefore I like Literature. Life is full of humanity, rather than waiting for another discovery of a new element, which is 0.00001% if you manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone (forgot what name) got a Nobel Prize for his literary works. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, inspirations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, my friends, pursue your degree in Chem/Bio/Physics engineering, I will be dangling in the literary/historical/geographical realms in the next 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, 10 years down the road, please continue to visit my blog - Because I will still be there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for mid-year examinations, people. Honeymooners (Lower sec) don't have social studies. *Disgusted face* I wanna go back to lower sec. YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder aloud sometimes if I am really talented in anything at all. I mean, seriously. Besides being able to roll my eyes (which is not a talent to say the least), what am I talented in? I shall seek my true talent tomorrow, at 11.59pm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if meeting the same people everyday will mutate my genes. Cos I have been seeing Phyllis and Jun Yue almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangers have been asking Phyllis for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, *Taps on the shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Is there any way I can have your number?&lt;br /&gt;B: Can we know each other better?&lt;br /&gt;C: Wanna be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao eh, what shi dai liao still like that? Why not just be STRAIGHTFORWARD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey wanna come to my house tonight?" &lt;/span&gt;And wink at her at the same time. Like that than more unique mah, don't you think so? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps.  Did I tell her before that I won't blog about it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we have new people to accompany us. I say, a bunch of prankcallers. Namely, Wei Lun, Xin Fang and a sec 2 girl, who is from guides, and whose name cannot be mentioned cos she is a minor as she is WL's gilfriend and she is from BPGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, I BLOGGED SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me kill myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 minute passed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I forgot to tuck in my shirt today (Lol, forgot?) at Mac, then I was passing by these 5A girls and they were like mumbling ALOUD, "Eh councillor sia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh councillor never tuck in shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh councillor saying announcement never tuck in shirt sia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled at them and tucked in my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of humanity, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, JY for exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4524227406603382859?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4524227406603382859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4524227406603382859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/muggers-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4061236170309349101</id><published>2007-04-22T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T10:38:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yo o3ians,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check class blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.o3ians.blogspot.com :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4061236170309349101?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4061236170309349101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4061236170309349101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo-o3ians-check-class-blog-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4164232515768158601</id><published>2007-04-21T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:22:23.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pretending,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! One more down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also counting down to it. Like haha, I am used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt is not good. Four times is worse. I will pretend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillars of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you. Thanks a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4164232515768158601?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4164232515768158601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4164232515768158601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/pretending-is-actually-best-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1038479656830399732</id><published>2007-04-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:13:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos I'm famous! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know just now in school, I was waiting for HCL oral, then Shafiq's friend (I think) said, "hi". I didn't know him, but due to common politeness I said hi back, then he showed me a thumbs-up. And you know what he said?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Your blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;goooooooood&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! I am so honoured sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because I am just too interesting as a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of oral... it was quite okay la I think, though I didn't manage to say finish. Uhhh, then the teacher was like, "Okay, you can go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not counted in SA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover my class (T2) has a class name! T2 Clairvo. It's like the more you hear it, the nicer it is (: Our initial class name was T2 Pi Ar Square. Omg! Then when people ask me what my class name is, I will say I forgot *Blushes like Ing Chong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was a decision between "Genesis" and "Clairvo" (anyway, don't bother to check the dictionary cos it's a not an officially recognised English word). But I argue a bit (?!) that Genesis sounds so common la! I mean, commonly heard, the other time I knew of this class whose name is Genesis too, and the holy book starts with Genesis, so I think the class name should be something else to be more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhui said "clairvoyant" but it is a bit draggy like "chimically nice", so I shouted to QiuQuan-The-Chairman to cancel out the last syllable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... AGREEABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3T2 Clairvo&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to settle some very admin stuff, since Siyun and I have conveniently forgotten to tell the class chairman! As the saying goes, it is always good to have a well-known medium for notice/advertisement. Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To all Sec 1-3 Class Chairmen:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do hand in the entry form to Siyun(3T1) or Demas (3T2, which is me, obviously) by Tuesday, fully endorsed with the chairman's and the teacher's signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have lost the form, please look for me as soon as possible on Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please hand in by next tuesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm sure you have heard of the theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Array of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I don't think there is any excuse for you to not follow the theme this year, cos it is so bloody easy. This year there is more weightage on Theme Relevancy, so *hint hint* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And T2! :D JIAYOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I got back my Unseen Prose, got 23/25 :):) Damn happy la. Haha! I think I got quite okay for CA. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Mac after oral with Jun Yue, who is a sick person. I mean, physically sick-.- But Kai Jun and her guide gang are there, so we joined together. Ha! Anyway, it's good to study every single day cos it keeps me intelligent. New simile: As Intelligent As Demas. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I know I am not very hardworking, I am very diligent. Wahaha, irony! Weee... and then I must thank JY and Phyllis cos they study with me almost every day, and keeps this Triple-Science-and-HCL student awake and still mugging (sounds a bit like "alive and still kicking")!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Triple Science, I simply&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to carry all three Science books around, so that I can hao lian to everyone in the whole world that I am a Triple Science student. Muhahahaha! *Secret laughter* Wait, did I just TYPE THIS without deleting it? Anyway to hell with people who think I am boasting. I am not! I am merely trying to feel the love of Science that it has been providing, yet neglecting it totally like heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in future, do expect to see more of these. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did A Maths and did my last HCL CA-included assignment, which is very remarkable cos it takes 98% of glycogen in my liver to write the word "one" in chinese. Which is a very formidable one single stroke and it can kill you if you have not had enough carbohydrates, fats, glucose, sugar, glucose and, of course, carbohydrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks to ____ cos I finally got the chance to speak my mind. But I know who to trust, thank you very much. Actually, I didn't know that la, but I'm sorry... Damn sorry. Maybe I will start to treasure things around me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ____ too, hao peng you! :D :D At least although we are not spending time like last time, you are still very on seh. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, of course, I cannot stand that sick bunch of backstabbers. You may question me in indignance, "Shut up la, can you even stop them?" Oh of course not, but I also cannot stop myself from bitching. Yeah right, my foot! I think they are just Mildredified. And I know I am better, so no arguments, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they get a grand pointer of 54 for L1R5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1038479656830399732?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1038479656830399732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1038479656830399732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-happy-cos-im-famous-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-514095160011718607</id><published>2007-04-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:40:37.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;After Sports Day's Lunch; Study Study Study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, I am so celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI0uvoSzFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZI4oUzASHfM/s1600-h/DSCN3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI0uvoSzFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZI4oUzASHfM/s400/DSCN3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053659709527215186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vivien. Wah she won Individual Champion for Sports Day sia! Wooh! :D Purple House rocks though. I have always been purple, whether in primary or secondary schools. Haha! So coincidental =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Food Junction! I ate ba chor mee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... these three days I have been meeting the same people, that is Phyllis and Jun Yue.... Friday was to crap and talk. Saturday and Sunday to do homework and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday we went to the playground and chatted for like 2 hours hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday got William, Kai Jun, Ren Jie, Chien Siew in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala; besides that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI23PoSzGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wOCEwGXlvZg/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI23PoSzGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wOCEwGXlvZg/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053662054579358818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis and Chun Yueh. Informal shot. Sorry for the poor photo quality. I took with my phone camera. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI3jPoSzHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uz6ZuOboPqc/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI3jPoSzHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uz6ZuOboPqc/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053662810493602930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my blog will become more famous cos got jun nan and mei nu. Cos alot of people like two of my friends - Phyllis and Jun Yue. Haha, did I just say this aloud on my blog? Anyway I don't mind more fame... kakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI4PfoSzII/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZoK8pYkEP-Y/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI4PfoSzII/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZoK8pYkEP-Y/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053663570702814338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like brother and sister hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI4wPoSzJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6t85YY_S9s0/s1600-h/Picture+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI4wPoSzJI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6t85YY_S9s0/s400/Picture+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664133343530130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by PhyllisNgKaiLi, still look a lot like siblings. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blog post has to end with a good thing, so I will end with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI5NPoSzKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LVZ1YzCYEEY/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI5NPoSzKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LVZ1YzCYEEY/s400/DSC00087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664631559736482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-514095160011718607?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/514095160011718607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/514095160011718607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-sports-days-lunch-study-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RiI0uvoSzFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZI4oUzASHfM/s72-c/DSCN3304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-2397890289304970518</id><published>2007-04-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:28:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, hey hey, why are you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSITIVE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Xenoforics* thinks I'm talking about him on my blog - The Horoscope thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; talking about Horoscopes ONLY, so you can stop your stupid guessing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah, some people just want to go deeper. Sad to say, my blog is not a historical source for your to infer. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening. :D Anybody with enough sense will know I am only talking about horoscope, so shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the next time someone asks me this, I will take pride to say SHUT UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2397890289304970518?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2397890289304970518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2397890289304970518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-hey-hey-why-are-you-so-sensitive.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-6119821390123387855</id><published>2007-04-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:21:22.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, sometimes, it is damn difficult to comprehend the 10-letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten-letter word, in question, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!! Just now went to do homework, as usual, with Benjamin, Hui Jin and Phyllis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jun Yue and Fan Wei came to find us from their usual LAN-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabla, I did a HCL essay, EL summary. Mr Chiam popped by coincidentally so I asked him to teach me physics. You don't know one hor, he is very pro. Yay! At least I understand Kinematics better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to arcade and played the Street Basketball or whatever. It was damn fun la, keep laughing. But I wasted a grand amount of $4 on it. Damn I feel so angry with myself. Total waste of money, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to the playground later on and chatted. Like quite a lot. :D I think for like 2 hours hahaha. Then JY treated us to cab home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Actually everything is predestined. Everyone's character is just ... there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopes are wonderful! Not really wonderful, but of great variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;, for example, tends to make me feel uneasy and uncomfortable sometimes, because the fakeness in it induces a sense of terrible insecurity. Or is it because I am sensitive to said horoscope?! I usually don't show much fancy for water bearers. Sometimes people say it is a direct constellation link of Pieces and Capricorn, which is true literally. Perhaps the numerous uneasiness is subjected to the mixing? Oh wait, am I rambling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;, a goat, is much more discreet. However the low profile it keeps suggests complicatedness. Many people try to understand what it means, but fail, of course. I am more inclined to the idea that it is quite similar to Aquarius, though obviously on the positive side. I have tried to understand what it means, but erm, suffice to say I didn't manage eh! :D It did show signs of meanings or should I say, chances are given? But whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Pisces &lt;/span&gt;is a less complex animal, fish, who shows a rather simple mind. Oh wait, a simple mind? WRONG! I know what this fish is thinking, erm. Frankly speaking, it can evolve to a snake anytime. Or am I too critical?? Perhaps Pisces can be trusted as a very nice Horoscope sign. But, to me, it is simply too early to say as we know it is jumping to a major conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt; is inevitably linked back to my topic because it is full of problems and what's not. :D To me, I dare not say I understand Virgo very well but I think I got enough concepts of what it is all about - as in, generally speaking, the main characteristics. Sometimes Virgo allows me to know the insights of its traits, which I am thankful cos I know there is a sense of value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/span&gt; is an interesting one. Occasionally, Scorpio lets out hints about what it is, but I think it may be only a small extent. Surprisingly, I have put it to a simple test to see whether it is worth being my favourite Horoscope sign, and it passed! Maybe I shall start to value Scorpio better because it seems to be so vexed recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;, in my humble opinion, is bullshit. Bullshit in the sense that at one point in time, it has this body of a human, but it suddenly changes to a horse. So now I am wondering - oh gosh, what is it, seriously? Do you expect me to like - oh hey, Demas, it is a human! Okay fine, now humans have horse bodies. No right? It is obviously quite fake and unrealistic. Its loyalty is questioned as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Taurus&lt;/span&gt; is the good one. Mainly because I understand it fully like how I understand a Literature text, and because it allows me to know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gemini &lt;/span&gt;has a low profile. But it does show a lot about its surroundings. Comparisons are often made by it and this is a rather dislikeable trait. It is generally not conspicuous and I shall start to take note of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt; - I just got to know more about it. But it seems like it is quite a perfect Horoscope sign. Though I think Libra and I are two very different people, I feel that it is worth to try to understand what is the big deal about understanding Libra. It is a good shutter and does not provoke people, very unlike Sagittarius. However it does not seem to be totally loyal to me. Or am I just too perfectionist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt; is the most complicated one. It seems to have developed and even mastered the art of pretence. It appears to be happy but from the point of view of an English Literature student, I think it is of course pretending all the way. Horns are wise, legs are twice, wings are nice. Shall try to understand better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt; is dunno what to say. Shall notice it more. Sometimes I feel that this crab is so mysterious that I don't know what it is thinking. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Leo &lt;/span&gt;is giving itself unnecessary problems. Not that it antagonises or offends people, but it is plain stupid, I think, to have chosen this Leo-path. Why would anyone do that?! Yeah, it is foolish la! Though it is some times mysterious, it can let me know more about it through its obvious appearance. This lion is complex but simple - so it is pretty confusing. It is time for me to further understand it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Horoscopes are quite complex! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6119821390123387855?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6119821390123387855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6119821390123387855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2700820660082674560</id><published>2007-04-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:16:46.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wooh, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the whole sea of students who cheered for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, as I saw, most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when my name was called up, there was this split second when I was damn afraid no one would cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But VOILA, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt; of the students cheered la! I don't know whether it is 85% or not, but I know at least half of them CHEERED (not JEERED) for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much like a celebrity now! My worst fear has been reversed, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to mention a few, Eugene, Wei En and Bruce who "WOOOH!!" damn loudly when I stood up. Yay! Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know if you realised, but I was quite nervous. ;) But eye contact was damn important, so I constantly looked right to left. Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to the people who stood up and cheered for me. Wah, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hao peng you&lt;/span&gt;! xD I didn't know T2 is so supportive, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I failed my English Common Test II, yay! Then when I got half a mark more, Mdm Marina was sighing, "How can you fail English?" I thought the tone was slightly accusatory, but expectations are set la. I am not good in comprehension myself, so however hard I try to become good, I can't. I just want a B3 this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are 2 more yuwenlianbis... Sian diao! But I must work hard for HCL, I want a B3! :D Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I purposely skipped his period, though I wasn't involved in the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, what am I talking about? Goodness. How insinuating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover I think Jun Yue's public speaking is the funniest la. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; got that experience, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why did Ms Wendy ask us after the whoever spoke, "Now who wants to be his pet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a provocative question! LOL. Why would I want to be a pet of a human? Totally ridiculoussss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on was recess, and I helped out a great deal (I must confess) la. And as I have promised that, erm, people who buy at least 3 get to be mentioned on my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Divya's friend (She bought 6)&lt;br /&gt;2) Lee Huan Ghee (actually I checked the dictionary, his name is pronounced as "Haunt (without the "t" sound) G)&lt;br /&gt;3) A random Sec 4 Vietnamese scholar.&lt;br /&gt;4) Myself. Demas Koh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And xiexie to whoever who peng chang like Ben, Hui Jin, Jefferson, Yu Hui, Phyllis, Ai Hua, Yuan Zhi, Wei Lun and many moreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight mention my blog okay! Better be happy. And peng chang as in, when I ask them to buy they bought. Coolz! This is perhaps due to my celebrated status... He he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from some sources that Mr Roy Ng continually mentions my name in his Lit classes. Anyone from 3M1 would like to verify this piece of information? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spectacular volleyball match was really coolzzz! I cheered until I reached the Uncheerable State, which is ridiculous. =D But our school still lost to St. Hilda's. Then See woon was irritated, but my conversation with her made me even more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: Wah very biased leh.&lt;br /&gt;Demas: Huh? Where got?&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: It's like the refree see Mr. V scolding people.&lt;br /&gt;Demas: So?&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: Then maybe he not happy with BP...&lt;br /&gt;Demas: Wah you like that also can.&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: We lost by a few points only leh. If lose by 10+ points then maybe I not so angry&lt;br /&gt;Demas: Relax la&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: How to relax? And our school even cheered for them la.&lt;br /&gt;Demas: They also got what!&lt;br /&gt;See Woon: Aiya, so soft that I cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;Demas: *Speechless* *Shows a bitch look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she is undoubtedly a complain queen, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh so after that I went with councillors to buy sports day can drinks... Haha :D Coolness. I will be stationed at Yellow House to sell things. -.- Why not purple? I also thought of some easy cheers to earn Purple House points. I may try to lead them tomorrow. Like, really simple XD Can learn in 10 seconds that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn tired too. Dunno why. I am so tired that I haven't finished my pile of homework ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNCIL!!! Taking too much time now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or shld I say I am the one involving myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you. (What a long post again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The sad thing is that, despite me saying the actual pronunciation of my NAME, DEMAS, people still cannot pronounce. Eat shit, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this 3p3 guy who called me Der-Mars. ......... But he said I spoke well, so yeah, compensation XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2700820660082674560?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2700820660082674560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2700820660082674560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/wooh-thank-you-to-whole-sea-of-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1059469142885411097</id><published>2007-04-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:42:45.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time in my life getting scolded by teacher in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get used to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was my fault what... I should have asked the class to hurry, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, first we missed P.E., then it was said that we have to take height and weight again. Siao? Excuse me, I haven't been watching my weight. *Bites toes* Oh my god la. Luckily bell rang, then don't need to take. I am that self-deceiving, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurried off to HCL lesson... haha! And I handed in all my HCL assignments. :) Yay! 1 zuowen, 1 yuwenlianbi, 1 yingyongwen. I think I like Zhang Lao Shi - I mean, at least I understands what she is talking about, although she is quite monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she was talking about this frenzy on a girl being a fanatic pursuer of Liu De Hua. So she stopped schooling and working at the age of 16, and her occupation for 13 years was Full-time LDH's fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That is actually okay... cos we all have our crushes, although I would agree it is far-fetched and exaggerating to stretch for 13 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I really feel crazy about is the parents&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; supporting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the daughter's action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Wait, the father sold his apartment and wanted to sell his organ to aid in his daughter's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is certainly insane. Totally. Wait, certainly, totally and definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO WAYY, the father is a teacher some more. I am generalising, but aren't most teachers sensible and mature-thinking? And that's why they know how to mould the characters of students?? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's besides the point. BUT SELLING OF ORGAN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote a 10-page long letter before he jumped. Wow! Criticising the said idol about his insensitiveness and stuff like that. Because he refused to meet his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanaaaasssaiii la! Like it's his fault like that? You think I can anyhow meet Jay Chou or Jolin Tsai or even Stefanie Sun one meh? I even have difficulty meeting Xiaxue, so what's this about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, if I were LDH, I wouldn't even entertain them at all. Not even slightly related to my life. What, you wanna jump? Go la! CRAZY AH, how come people these days want to jump so much ah? Like want to threaten people... Make them feel guilty. Oh wait, is there a word like "bullshit" to describe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Okay, so bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, isn't it so ironic that the we constantly stress that suicide is not a method of solving issues, but people just go ahead with it? Haha, little ironies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that... it was English Lit, which I think was quite enjoyable cos Ai Hua and I put up a bitch fight. If she could have said "Drunken Bitch" louder than the effect will be greater la. But she is... a girl after all. Literature essay too. Woots! CA plusplusplus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Chemistry. blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Physics SPA. Omg I THINK I SCREWED IT UP. It was after 15minutes did I know what the hell the question was talking about. Omg, I am so screwed up in physics. SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it was Biology... and I really love Mrs Joseph. Super biology teacher. Like very easy to understand her like that. Haha, then out of boredom and senselessness I did a sharp "WOOH!" when she said "glucose". She mistook it as a hiccup la! Haha, it was obviously intentional. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that was counz meeting, but I was darn tired so I just lied down on the table, but I was listening to Eugene and Chun Yueh. Realise sec 3s are slowly taking over now? Which is good... cos can train us. Eugene is in charge of Sports day while Chun Yueh is in charge of International Friendship Day. I always thought it was very easy to sell but no! Firstly a lot of planning must be done. Then secondly, organisation is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course in charge of cheering comp, with Siyun. Hahah! I know the theme already. It is a... very nice theme. *Not revealing look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that slacked a bit in M1... And went to buy some stuff with Jun Yue. Some lemons... for the cocktail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please buy the cocktail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship Cocktail at $1.50&lt;br /&gt;(edit: Sold on thursday, both in Upper and Lower Sec recesses, but only in the Upper sec canteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As heard from JY, it is very nice. So must try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 variations. One&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ribena-based&lt;/span&gt;, one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange-based&lt;/span&gt;, one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon-based&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be free sampling during recess, not after school. There was a mistake in JY's speech this assembly. It is limited! And you all must try to see whether it is good or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I always say having a popular blog is good! Can advertise... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy at least 3 cocktails, you will be entitled to a slight mention on my blog for your support. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must buy ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression: Speaking of cocktails, K Box introduced this new set of fizzy drinks. I think the green apple one is SUPER nice. I like fizzy drinks la. But I know it is damn sweet and unhealthy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then JY and I went to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Ya Kun Kaya Toast&lt;/span&gt;, which sells fabulous toast. Seriously! Very crunchy and the kaya is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno why the whoever of YKKT is invited to become the Guest of Honour of our school's Investiture. Kinda irrelevant right? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we chatted for 1 hour... I didn't know we can chat so much. Weee. We weren't exactly good friends in lower sec. Maybe it is because I joined the council. Then a lot of things ... Hmm! He said 5 times to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey someone likes me leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Mr Choo said I'm a gifted runner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 times, seriously. It made him happy like siao. But I think he very sporty mah, can jump very high too. Super jumper+runner. He was damn irritatedly happy for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, moreover, he said something else which made ME happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ni(3) de(4) blog bi(3) jiao(4) you(3) ge(4) xing(4)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, how many people actually said that to you before?! I feel so damn honourified. No matter how much the sec ones hate my blog, I must really say I made a name out of something, and the feeling is damn shiok. Everytime my name will be associated with the word "blog". Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh you know Demas?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yeah, I read his blog before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about who is the most pretty o3 girl. Haha, hmm... Shall not divulge. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really cannot stand people following my friends. SERIOUSLY, why would you go and tail someone during recess. For what?! So scary and sickening. If something were to happen to me (as in, not a joking matter), I would really glare at him la. And I wouldn't mind blogging his big name out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting tailed or followed by. THAT IS PLAIN CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Jane! I empathise! *Hints instigatingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that he is just so extra can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound mean, yeah, go and die hypocrites, at least I don't fake being happy with his presence. Sick shit. You like him so much ah, oh, then I ask him join you during recess lor! No? Then shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's your point. Seriously, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;You know very well that I don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;It is your opinion that this site is full of fakeness. Not mine at all, oh wait, do I even have to say that?&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened in my everyday life and my opinions are true, and I vow for that. I swear everything I say is honest. Do I pretend to go to Pizza Hut or claim that I like things I don't?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. You think it is fake so what la? Go read dheirr bl0gss n0rhhs, n0t miee probxx wa`d!&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes bitchily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I wouldn't be blogging that much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1059469142885411097?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1059469142885411097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1059469142885411097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-hey-i-am-fine-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5118168847086621292</id><published>2007-04-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:00:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stupid Rude People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate rude people, cos they are all stupid. Yes I am generalising but so what? Go and disagree lor - as if I will care la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state my point: I absolutely HATE extremely-rude people (I intensified the adj. so keep quiet) who are just so smug- and proud- looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, as I went down to buy Sweettalk for my brother, I queued up. Then ah, this boy around 12 years old dropped his $2 note on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tapped him and said, "Hey, you dropped $2 on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the fact that he didn't turn back and look at me. Never mind the fact that he did not smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, good gracious, after he picked it up, he just walked in front. KNN LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if the slight tap on his shoulder has sexually assaulted him. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I EXPECT him to thank me and that's why I told him. But this is basic courtesy. Someone, even if he were to slap me, will know some courtesy. I apparently pity his school because they have failed to nurture him into a courteous student. Oh wait, it is the boy's fault, so I pity no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were me, I would have thanked the person profusely. I would not swish my hair and move in front, ignoring the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody plain rude Singaporeans nowadays. I'm not saying all of them, but MOST, they either don't have a heart, or don't have a vena cava, causing them to be rude. The equation is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heart + no vena cava = Heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Of course I'm angry la. GRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stupidity part. Do you know why extremely rude people are stupid? Cos they don't have brains to think of their actions and behaviour - Makes sense? It does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I was at Mac, so the waiter came to my table and wiped my table. I thought, "Hmm.. good service attitude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Thank you" twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was ignored and I thought I wasn't loud enough - and maybe because he was concentrating on his wiping-the-table affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second one couldn't be mistaken. Plain rudeness. He ignored me again, showing a rather expressionless face like a shit cow, which is slightly glum and gloomy -looking, as if someone owed him a Rolex watch or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if he doesn't say "Welcome". But he didn't even smile - okay nvm. HE DID NOT EVEN FREAKING LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE LAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are some people just so rude? Is it because I am a celebrity? No, cannot be. So then why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5118168847086621292?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5118168847086621292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5118168847086621292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-rude-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3940226750544399136</id><published>2007-04-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:38:35.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even say that la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of it sounds like it is directed at me? Ok, assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear from you, "Yes, it's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much ... Maybe I expect too much. Emotionless creature. I tried to LIE to myself (stupidity 89%) but well? As you can see... I am just so... haiz? I should say sorry... but it's at this point did I realise the ultimate truth of humanity and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best Reader of the Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sin Xin Yee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is, as claimed by her, a regular reader of said website - causing me to feel like a celebrity. Oh my! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday my avid readers will reveal they read my blog. Then I will feel so honoured sehhh! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Moreover, moreover... I am tired of the argument - So I will stop totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Some times it is good to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Or maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Maybe pretense surfaces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;yet I can't say for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Definitely there's someone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Someone, unfortunately, is hard to come by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Slipping is bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I will try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired tired tired of this, I wanna give up. Haha, so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3940226750544399136?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3940226750544399136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3940226750544399136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7973066633469350134</id><published>2007-04-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:57:07.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dunno what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I just want to numb myself totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am very paranoid. I can't sleep well. I am so sickening. I am so tired of this, this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I reflect on my actions and ask why I do such things. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the photos just now and realised how much we have drifted so much from each other. :( I said I would let go but, I really bu gan yuan, you know? You know how much I value this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust - it is just so bloody hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop. Perhaps if I find my true self someday I would not have regretted. Whatever - what the hell am I saying? Was I too harsh to her or ??? Wait, I dunno, I dont even &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to her nowadays. Confidante -1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say something to some of my friends (I really cannot say this face-to-face)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Let go. Let go, really. Though I sound so contradicting cos I myself cannot let go, you must. Sometimes, it is just about working out your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I don't know how to put it. Blaahh, I shall be blunt. I don't have enough courage to trust you again, seriously. We have let THAT preciousness of time pass so stupidly and childishly. And there is absolutely no way to make me go back and say, "Hey, can we be best friends again?" Sorry, I don't know how to put it. But the wall is so high up already. How do you expect me to climb over. I was at fault too, and I KNOW actually. Thanks for treating me as your closest friend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Stress is undefinable, and the more you expect, the harder you fall. But the harder you fall, the higher you bounce. I know I sound hypocritical, cos I expect so much from myself. But seriously, RELAX already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: You know. Trust is so hard. It's okay if you don't trust me. But I think you were too harsh on your words. Maybe you could've sounded less severe. I cannot say it did affect me but, oh well? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha, you really make a good friend. : ) But sorry, I can't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: YOU MAKE A GOOD FRIEND TOO! You are my number 1 Secret Keeper. Hahaha. Rest well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: You have this strong sense of influence, and I really admire that la! But you have this feeling of "Justice will prevail" or whatever, that makes me feel so insecure and stupid. I need people to empathise with me sometimes. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; evasive of truth, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, H: Sometimes, I worry for you. I am so ... dunno-how-to-say. Sometimes, I don't. Because you chose that path in the end. Am I in any position to stop you? Nah, sorry. If you think you are heading the right way, then so be it. But I can tell you that, if I were you, I would have chosen the other way round. Then will this world be worth living and be filled with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Myself: I made the most terrible decision to join ___, and whatever. I dunno. I am so ambitious sometimes, that I always fall so hard. I just want to relax now. I am so... confused. I am so vexed. I am so UN-acc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Perhaps, I may find that particular person some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7973066633469350134?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7973066633469350134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7973066633469350134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-3021112106878275063</id><published>2007-04-07T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:34:25.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HEHE; I am so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insulted. Cos someone said I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am quite destressed cos of the uncountable laughters that came out from me yesterday - that is to say, Mr Bean's Holiday! With Huan G and Phyllis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is super good. I dunno why, it's so silly! At least it made me laugh la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a particular point in time, there was this movie producer whose movie is himself running at a matrixified velocity (omg, physics!). IT WAS DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption shows: "A Carson Clay film Presents"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it fades off. Then another caption says: "Carson Clay". (All while with him running)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. DAMN IT! Then there was this female lead, who was so excited cos she had this major part in his film. So she was holding onto this umbrella, and tapped Carson Clay's shoulder, and it seemed as if her part was cut by 90%. So the next second, she was off with her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME!! But very funny. I don't know how come Rowan Atkinson is so good at acting Mr Bean. He shall be my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;full-time comedian&lt;/span&gt;. Although I would like more Mr Bean series. But at a point in time, I realised the brown bear wasn't with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brown bear seemed to be replaced with the video camera. Oh gosh. Trademark of Mr. Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a photo with Rowan. Kidding (as ifHahaha. Oh here's a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhcQbl5NJ3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/qGkhb8K0ubM/s1600-h/mrbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhcQbl5NJ3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/qGkhb8K0ubM/s400/mrbean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050523573333862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Phyllis laughed so much despite her second time watching. I also sense Ro-Man-Ce between HG and Phyllis. :) [And apparently, they take pride and pleasure to insult me jokingly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then it was like 2am already. And I cabbed home, all while leaving the two of them together. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say my plan worked? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-3021112106878275063?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3021112106878275063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/3021112106878275063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/hehe-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhcQbl5NJ3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/qGkhb8K0ubM/s72-c/mrbean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-5123835003530951148</id><published>2007-04-06T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:43:13.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I simply LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloghopping sec twos' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are truly a bunch of interesting fellows. Though dhey tennd tuh bl0g liddat, i cann`t resist dheir blogs cos dey luvv tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Haha! I am so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saved some of their posts, cos they insulted some teachers! Yay! :D I will decide what to do with the saved items. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it was the HCL test, which I think I did quite okay. Next was the English Argumentative Time Prac, which I hope I didn't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got highest for public speaking! :D Hehe... 9/10 :) Quite satisfied. Mdm Marina told me that I am going to present to the whole sec 3 students next week, on thursday. Nervous? Not really. Topic is capital punishment. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was Bio test... I think I can pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the BGR talk was really cool la?! Best assembly ever. I love the presenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also moving house... to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I think my dad wants a change in environment. But the house he got is so remote and isolated. Bleahgherism! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) Continue to study time*0*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5123835003530951148?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5123835003530951148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5123835003530951148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-simply-love-bloghopping-sec-twos.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4199416658318413797</id><published>2007-04-03T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:19:00.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I am sorry that I am just a passer-by;&lt;br /&gt;no, it is not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;You did give me a chance, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess I am letting it go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can find a better person - Serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and jiayou : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4199416658318413797?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4199416658318413797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4199416658318413797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5511206609344576717</id><published>2007-04-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:40:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;/Edit(2) on 03 April: I am also very happy, cos I did not screw up my announcement today!!! SEAN KOH AND VITO LIM, DRAGON BOATERSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mr Osgodby didn't correct me, that means I was still okay! I  got corrected twice you know. :( At least I pronounced "canoe" correctly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit on 03 April: The fencing comp today was okay la. I was damn average. LOL, 10+ ranking :( Never got chance to get into top 8, haiz... Try again next time. I shall work harder for U-15. B boys is too hard already. But hope tomorrow can do well in Teams Event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are only 3 weeks left to Mid Year, omg! I MUST START revising. From now on don't expect such long posts cos you know I cannot afford the time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I always say such things and in the end just blog. Why?! So now, cannot already. DISCOURAGE me from blogging for this period of time, until cheering comp ends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yee also considers me as one of her darlings. I am her Celeblogger! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a fan club! Or a hate club, I don't mind. As long as my fame is there! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photolog at Pizza Hut; Celebration of Phyllis' Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She apparently had 5 separate celebrations, which make her seem like a celebrity, which I beg to differ... Because I shall be the one celebrating 7 different times. When I get to celebrate a whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sea&lt;/span&gt;, a whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times, I've got this "Celebrated Status". Don't you agree? *Snaps finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we celebrated her birthday, William the Wedgedog and I went to Mac to do our homework. Of course, to the credit of determination to finish all the Chiam's Miscellaneous Work (CMW for short). CMW has been bugging me like hell, telling me, "See. See why you scored a B3 for E Maths Common Test? Now, get your pen and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;start doing me&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "start doing me!" part sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must announce, that I had indeed finished my questions like a random Clarisse McClellan, making me slightly above average. However, something else happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to prank call people! &lt;33&gt;Prank #1: Confession of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hey Josephine, I realised that I like you for a long time already. I don't know if you feel the same about me (clearly knowing that she only has feelings for XX [Not going to reveal the full name, in case you all find out that he is Xie Xin], Keith and Wu Zun - did I just blog this out loud? Who cares!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt;: No Response (Probably shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hangs up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: Happy April's Fool Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't that good, so we decided to try something more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prank #2: Demas is missing!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William calls Chien Siew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;: *Rattles on about how stressed I am* ... Then he went to the toilet for half an hour and did not come back. I went to the toilet to check but couldn't find him. WHERE IS HE? (Acts hysterical) Erm, can you help me call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chien Siew&lt;/span&gt;: Okay Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Calls Demas #1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I rejected-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Calls Demas #2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I rejected- (Must fake a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Calls Demas #3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William ANSWERED the phone&lt;/span&gt;: Hello, why did you call me for? Call Demas! (At this point in time she did not realise the fooling [How is it possible she got first in class last year?!]. Call again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After CS hangs up did she realise that it was AFD, and we were tricking her. I mean, in the process of dialing the fourth call-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chien Siew&lt;/span&gt;: Hello..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Demas&lt;/span&gt;: Happy April's Fool Day. Ni bei shua le! (Loosely translated: You are fooled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: this one is the best prank style so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prank #3: Pregnancy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, William used the "confession of love" prank on Regina, but didn't work. So William asked Regina to play a prank on Wei Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Regina&lt;/span&gt; SMS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wei Jie&lt;/span&gt;: I am pregnant because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wei Jie&lt;/span&gt; SMS back: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.M.A.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we used the 2nd prank on Ai Hua, which worked too! We were so evil. Ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Hua the Bimbo tried to fool us back by saying Shi Yuan confessing to her that he likes her, but obviously we weren't fooled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after that we saw Ren Jie, and couldn't prank on him. He went to Lot One to help his mother carry things. SO FILIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of filial piety, have you been helping your parents or whatever? I.e. doing house chores? I have not been doing it, I am just too lazy! Why not hire a maid, you ask? It is because I am damn paranoid that things might be added to my food. But of course such things happen occasionally, and it is in reference to the minority only. But my fate is destined to be the "minority" part, so forget it totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the doing homework until 2.30pm, William went home to rest for like 3 hrs cos he was sick, and I went home to do my Debate Script. But in the end I am not even debating la. Chaaaooo nugget! HOW CAN LIKE THAT?! :( Unjustified Issue. Oh yeah, because I've to go for fencing comp tomorrow, earlier so as to guide juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vomits blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now dig a hole and pretend I am beautiful - that every particle of my body is extremely appealing, i.e., not getting slapped by BenWangGH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, also, support Demasism - The belief that Demas is possibly the best person ever existed before, and that every atom or molecule of his body contains at least 29.37% of fine gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. That was crap! Back to the point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, so after that (rushing my script) - and PHO HUA DID NOT COME ONLINE. GRRR... Okay then we decided to play a prank on Phyllis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prank 4: Finale; Birthday Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Jun told Phyllis that Wi- the Wedgedog and I are unable to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Phyllis SMSed me something like "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I replied: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said we are meeting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What you talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To create a certain effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kai Jun told her Wi and I cannot make it. Then, as heard from Kai Jun, she was like Damn Upset cos we promised to go and supercalifragilisticdocious, WHOOPS, we cannot turn up - How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really upset cos we were sneaking behind and she was like roaming around SASA or whatever? Then yeah, we suddenly run towards her and threw the birthday gift at her la! LOL. Okay, I did it. William was abit sick. =/ Maybe cos of _____ (Not going to reveal, in case you all know it is the influenza disease [Author's note: Lame la!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we just left Phyllis to decide where to eat - And she suggested Pizza Hut. So we just went along with her decision. Although of course if it was not her birthday, I would have preferred Siam Kitchen :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it is damn ironic that I have posted words in this supposedly PHOTOLOG. So I shall stop crapping and post now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJI2EPPsYI/AAAAAAAAASg/D1zSY3-Shpo/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJI2EPPsYI/AAAAAAAAASg/D1zSY3-Shpo/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049178225923568002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my newly-found photographic skills, and my photoshop goodness. Well, at least I did blur the background to pretend my digital camera is something $1000 and can focus on the glass of coke. LOL. Oh and I like the heart font, kinda style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJKa0PPsZI/AAAAAAAAASo/iFrAVmRE96k/s1600-h/DSCN3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJKa0PPsZI/AAAAAAAAASo/iFrAVmRE96k/s400/DSCN3230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049179956795388306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis and Kai Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJLwUPPsaI/AAAAAAAAASw/2y_xPbomhYI/s1600-h/DSCN3231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJLwUPPsaI/AAAAAAAAASw/2y_xPbomhYI/s400/DSCN3231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049181425674203554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and William. Did not do anything with my hair -.- I bathed before I went there so it spikes. Yeah my hair spikes naturally la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis decided to become very da fang and treated us to the ala carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJNy0PPscI/AAAAAAAAATA/4bG3KGqZE0s/s1600-h/DSCN3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJNy0PPscI/AAAAAAAAATA/4bG3KGqZE0s/s400/DSCN3232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049183667647132098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apparently ordered the $40+ set meal for 4 people. 2 regular pan pizzas; 4 cokes and 4 soups. Quite worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJNg0PPsbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/paMd2FZQX_s/s1600-h/DSCN3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJNg0PPsbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/paMd2FZQX_s/s400/DSCN3235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049183358409486770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJOdUPPsdI/AAAAAAAAATI/o0rRY7LWzHk/s1600-h/DSCN3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJOdUPPsdI/AAAAAAAAATI/o0rRY7LWzHk/s400/DSCN3234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049184397791572434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to pose, then jiang jiu yi dian lor, since I am so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJR_EPPsfI/AAAAAAAAATY/rCBxVwSU89c/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJR_EPPsfI/AAAAAAAAATY/rCBxVwSU89c/s400/pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049188276147040754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis asked me if she could help me add cheese powder onto my pizza. I regretted agreeing, as you can very well see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJStUPPsgI/AAAAAAAAATg/yRkF_RW7l3g/s1600-h/DSCN3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJStUPPsgI/AAAAAAAAATg/yRkF_RW7l3g/s400/DSCN3238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049189070715990530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the Sec-one Chilli incident - when Benjamin pourded (in my eagerness to type this out, I spelt it wrongly) 1/4 of his bottle of chilli sauce into my effing porridge. LOL! IT WAS SO SPICY THEN. I decided, from now on, that I will add my own flavouring myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJTh0PPshI/AAAAAAAAATo/PF5clcNABkc/s1600-h/DSCN3240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJTh0PPshI/AAAAAAAAATo/PF5clcNABkc/s400/DSCN3240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049189972659122706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William enjoying his food. Did he really enjoy it? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we carried on prank calling people! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a point in time I said to KJ's senior: Hello dear ah what you want to eat today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the person hung up. !!! SHE HUNG UP MY CALL. @#@*()*!)#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KJ called her back explaining, hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also pranked on Benjamin, saying Phyllis and I quarrelled and that KJ and William were STUCK there. Benjamin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; the cock-and-bull cooked-up story! His response was: Okay I will come down and pay after I eat finish my dinner. LMAO. So then Kai Jun asked him to call my handphone to check if I am okay, cos the story was like I rejected their calls. Kay then, of all things to do, Benjamin called my house (or almost did it). WHAT THE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We initially wanted him to call my hp and then Kai Jun will say: Hey, Demas' phone is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would grab the phone and say Happy APD. But he did not call my phone. *Sighs deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we were afraid he really comes down la, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJUZ0PPsiI/AAAAAAAAATw/unzw0rEIxYc/s1600-h/DSCN3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJUZ0PPsiI/AAAAAAAAATw/unzw0rEIxYc/s400/DSCN3245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049190934731797026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pic before we cut our cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJW50PPsjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JaTDbcDTD_I/s1600-h/DSCN3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJW50PPsjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JaTDbcDTD_I/s400/DSCN3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049193683510866482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite okay looking. Not too bad tasting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJXakPPskI/AAAAAAAAAUA/L0O1b29PeB0/s1600-h/DSCN3247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJXakPPskI/AAAAAAAAAUA/L0O1b29PeB0/s400/DSCN3247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194246151582274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I love this photo :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJXzEPPslI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z_cXrXop41w/s1600-h/DSCN3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJXzEPPslI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z_cXrXop41w/s400/DSCN3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049194667058377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not pretending. SERIOUSLY making a wish. Or a few wishes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJYj0PPsmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aJJzILJMJK4/s1600-h/pc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJYj0PPsmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aJJzILJMJK4/s400/pc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049195504577000034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS! Nice pic. I love this. Oh, and the bottom pic (which is obviously me and Phyllis) just has something for me to add on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJaSUPPsnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mndNweU6yww/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJaSUPPsnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mndNweU6yww/s400/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049197402952544882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject of Photo: &lt;s&gt;Phyllis&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not me HOR! GRR... It is the waiter at Pizza Hut, all of which, is not desaturated to the grayscale colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because, with the sole fact that, HE IS PHYLLIS' NEW &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYECANDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name apparently is... Okay seriously cannot reveal. He is, after all, a minor :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJb60PPsoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nMVtq98EN_w/s1600-h/DSCN3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJb60PPsoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/nMVtq98EN_w/s400/DSCN3256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049199198248874626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I think Phyllis and Kai Jun smile more genuinely and happily when they have the former's eyecandy at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole process was embarrassing larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly when the guy passed by us, we asked (Okay, I asked, since I always do such dirty jobs! haha!) him if he can take photo with them. He mistook it as him helping us to take photo. Oh my god? Then he asked the nearest waitress to help us take cos he was carrying a tray of things. LOL. But we explained to the waitress and she laughed out loud, literally. After that she told the guy what was going on, and he blushed like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was like blur liao, and erm, dunno what to say, but just blur la! And he gave me that blur look (yeah, as if I am the one who wanted to take with him. LOL). So I had no choice but to ask him, "Erm, go to the centre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently it looks stupid with him standing there. So I did the next most awkward thing: Oi, do you mind bending down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did so! LOL. (By the way, I think the service at Pizza Hut (LOT ONE) is very good, cos the people were damn nice to us. I mean the waiters/waitresses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, scroll up to see how happy the girls are! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJeNkPPspI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WNp3wXdicPM/s1600-h/DSCN3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJeNkPPspI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WNp3wXdicPM/s400/DSCN3257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049201719394677394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the pizza hut staff gave Phylis Ng a free ice-cream. I was wondering how come they did not give me - I am a celebrity la! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJf3kPPsqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8EBuql3BLM0/s1600-h/DSCN3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJf3kPPsqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8EBuql3BLM0/s400/DSCN3264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049203540460810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fast forward eating cake process cos got some useless photos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJgUUPPsrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ggJq3SqYMwg/s1600-h/DSCN3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJgUUPPsrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ggJq3SqYMwg/s400/DSCN3272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204034382049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate 3/4 of the cake and gave the rest to the erm, PH staff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to take NeoPrints. Classeehhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that they went to buy a gift for a senior, and the senior knows me! Although the senior pronounces my name incorrectly: Der-maas. ZZZ! Ah, and she knows me at least, so I am quite famous after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJgwkPPssI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VnQAgEXjfgk/s1600-h/DSCN3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJgwkPPssI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VnQAgEXjfgk/s400/DSCN3280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204519713354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lunch box (bought at mini toon(s)), contains sweets! +_+ Kinda creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJi8UPPsuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y1r6y937wTU/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJi8UPPsuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y1r6y937wTU/s400/pic5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049206920600072930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final group shot, just in front of CCK LRT... Took some more photos but very lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the longest post of the semester I guess? This semester, cos I would be mugging like shit soon. Since my CCA is going to stop and there are days for me to study like siao. I must do well in MYE! Although tied down to cheering comp =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5511206609344576717?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5511206609344576717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5511206609344576717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/edit-on-03-april-fencing-comp-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RhJI2EPPsYI/AAAAAAAAASg/D1zSY3-Shpo/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-6851500688132172228</id><published>2007-04-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:44:28.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Photolog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my entries and wondered why my readership is decreasing by hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the answer today - because yea, I am not posting photos recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately (for me), friends around me are pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rg_E4kPPsXI/AAAAAAAAASY/H-vAAXPpIRw/s1600-h/Ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rg_E4kPPsXI/AAAAAAAAASY/H-vAAXPpIRw/s400/Ad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048470183384953202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-6851500688132172228?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6851500688132172228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/6851500688132172228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/photolog-i-looked-back-at-my-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/Rg_E4kPPsXI/AAAAAAAAASY/H-vAAXPpIRw/s72-c/Ad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-2093279944486549957</id><published>2007-04-01T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:11:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What's with this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide-behind-the-mask blogging policy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the pressure given by the society? Afraid people might hate you? Or is it because you simply love condensing your contents to the point that no criticism can possibly surface? One word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, I just feel the urge to blog this out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look at other peoples' blog, and then I would ask myself why people are so dishonest in their comments nowadays. I know, sensitive and honest comments on blogs antagonise people. But then again - so what? Oh, people start to think I am this repugnant POS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why people start to turn to fake blogs? Because yes, their emotions will not be stirred up, they will not get offended or become more sensitive. The best solution is to ask them to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/span&gt;, and behave like Mildred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand bloggers with this mentality: Damn I cannot offend anyone when I blog. I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go and write a diary, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to straightforwardness is on its way of eradication. Honesty, too. Sometimes these people like to pretend they love something, when in actual fact, they hate it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because they cannot afford to offend anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I blog I want minimal restrictions, because then can people know my heartfelt words and honest comments. =) If, say, the whole world of people thinks class 208 (non-existent class) is fantastic, but I think it sucks - Yeah, I will still blog about it. People start to hate me, is it? Okay, go ahead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think true friends are damn hard to find. True friends are always supportive of your actions. When on Newspaper Collection day, I embarrassed myself totally, but yet Hui Jin told me, "I did cheer along with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much happier. These friends are those kind when they are not afraid to embarrass themselves - and thank you, I appreciate it. Even though the whole sea, the whole rainbow of students do not cheer along with me, I want to know, at least, that my close friends did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, very little things can mean a lot. Not that it judges the friendship totally, but it is true and, just there. And I would like to say thanks to Vivien and William too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, people MUST be with the crowd. If a random friend were to cheer along with me, then his other friends will probably laugh at him. But we all know that these friends are unworthy of presence, so I will not argue since I know I will win the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some day my friend were to go up in front and start the BP cheer, and you question me if I will cheer my loudest. Let me tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I want to hao lian my voice, but because I know he/she needs this encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when my friends decide something, I may disagree with it, but the best I can do is to offer my thoughts and advice - in the end if he refuses to accept then I can only wish him the best and support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if a friend of mine, X, were to become the host for something, and when he says, "Hello, I am X, and I am the emcee for today bla bla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you those kind who will shout and scream? Haha, I think I am, and I will ask my friends around me to scream along too, because encouragement is good ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I am trying to find friends who will not cower in embarrassment when I am indeed embarrassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such people, I think, are very hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the attribute "Supportive" is kinda important in the friend that I seek for. And perhaps, "Accepting", because I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; unreasonable, ego-, thick-skinned, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and "Truthful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SAT, Supportive, Accepting, Truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if he/she's an annoying brat or a person who gets jealous easily - who cares about this? As long as his loyalty is unquestioned, then there are no doubts;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if one day, person A (a damn close friend) were to come up to me to say, "Demas, stop sulking. It is very irritating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would really depend on who is the person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On one hand, the person is truthful because only true friends will tell you your flaws and bad habits. On the other hand, the person is not accepting of you and is just skeptical of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that equates to a logical paradox, doesn't it!? So what will your response be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I will change it.&lt;br /&gt;B: That is just ME, accept it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were in the past then I would most probably choose B, but not now. Because there are many many things that changed my opinion. And these things, may I add, happened only recently :/ I realise that Option B is a very stubborn reply, because I must consider what he says first before I decide, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response will be, "Orh okay". And then he must just leave it as it is, because he must know that at the end of the tunnel, it is I who decide for myself. I have considered his statement, but when in the end I don't change that habit but he expects me to change, then I can only say sorry. Not because I am at fault, but, "Sorry, you seriously expect too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can only hope they read this and find some meaning, and reconcile as soon as possible ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;April Fool's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as Phyllis' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment ago, See Woon SMSed me, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demas you are such a genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously an April Fool's trick la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! If I were to reply in: Yes, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she would reply: APRIL FOOL'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL she is ... so lame! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah... I am going to meet William now, see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2093279944486549957?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2093279944486549957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2093279944486549957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-with-this-hide-behind-mask.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-344873551207097790</id><published>2007-03-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:32:34.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing irritated me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ... traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm growing more and more proud. As proud as a peacock. (Actually I realised this last year, but I refuse to admit it). Back in primary school I was that many average and quiet and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, don't know la. June holidays are gonna be packed like sardine. Firstly got RMUN, and then I was invited to Students' Leader Conference (SLC) at Hwa Chong! Then people around me are urging me to organise a class chalet. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is that, as the ex-HOF, I think games are needed larh. But apparently most of them would just prefer doing their own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, wait, why call it a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; chalet?! The reason why we have class chalet is to strengthen our bonds, isn't it?! How do you strengthen bond by going to LAN shop or Wild Wild Wet?? We need an activity that involves everyone what! Obviously I am the only one agreeing with myself. So no point, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's okay, plan less, since I'm kinda busy... Everyone just come and sit around and chat? But when they start to get bored they will go to arcade or what shit (damn, I am totally against going to such places in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chalet). Makes it pointless. This should be reserved for personal chalet what? Don't you agree? -.- Okay you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my principle, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... I feel quite tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow will be fun. Damn fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-344873551207097790?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/344873551207097790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/344873551207097790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8591994187837822608</id><published>2007-03-30T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:32:34.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: Oh yeah I forgot to say about spa bio. It was okay! I think I did reasonably well. Haha! Lucky :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random tag replies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems weird cos I don't usually reply tags on my post, but there are too many tags already la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Wei Jie: Hello! Glad that you COME to my blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Benjamin: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Qiqi: Yeah, it is really disgusting. Maybe I should have posted the picture. Eww. I was surprised at the length of my post too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@iliew (Wei Li): Hello, you are concept wise lor! Hot person =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Bo Chao: Hahaha, Wow! compliments**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anonymous: If you don't put your name, then naturally I would have 0 idea of who you are la! But you actually called me famous, woots?! I am not, I am a fad now. People are turning to more diligent and interesting sec two bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kai Jun: I shall start to comfort myself now, very often. But I think I got misquoted. I didn't say T1 is horrible =/ I meant, your class students are good cos they mug a lot - and I mean it. That, however, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the environment I seek to have. Good for you, if you like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Keith: Hello! :D I love it so much. Haha, I accidentally put your name. I think very slow... nice nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kai Jun and Vivien: Who are you talking about?? I don't get what you mean. I was all along talking about my A Maths teacher =_= In fact, I like my A Maths teacher so much, that I am going to repeat it, in bold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I like my A MATHS TEACHER, MR. Tai! &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/816195578781582644-8591994187837822608?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8591994187837822608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8591994187837822608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-random-tag-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-5043697752304381178</id><published>2007-03-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:00:30.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I decided, upon Benjamin's life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my list of top 10 songs will be (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Twinkle Twinkle little stars&lt;br /&gt;2) Mary had a little lamb&lt;br /&gt;3) London bridge is falling down&lt;br /&gt;4) A, B, C&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here goes (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 菊花台&lt;br /&gt;2) 退后&lt;br /&gt;3) 假装&lt;br /&gt;4) 豆浆油条&lt;br /&gt;5) 一个像夏天，一个像球天&lt;br /&gt;6) 简简单单&lt;br /&gt;7) 倒带&lt;br /&gt;8) 七里香&lt;br /&gt;9) 白色风车&lt;br /&gt;10) 安静&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JU HUA TAI!! It is so slow, but so nice. I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; also likes it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Josephine&lt;/span&gt; also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha, I am so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays people are so superficial that they care about the colour of drinks, totally! I don't know, maybe it appeals to us la?! If the liquid is a dark red, but labelled "rose" (coloured is light red), would you still buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will. Because less chemical, then some more drink le become yellow substance excreted what! =.= No difference actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I don't understand why I'm disgusted people eat dog meat. Chicken and dog are both animals - I don't feel disgusted eating chicken. I dunno la, that's a very psychological thing, isn't it? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day (few weeks back), I saw, on Huan G's powerpoint, a partially developed duck in an egg. It was bloody gross. How can people eat that? It is so disgusting! EWWW. Some people think it is a delicacy, but my taste buds apparently disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste buds said, "Demas, if you were to put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;on us, we will lose our normalities and functions IMMEDIATELY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how people can chew a semi-developed brain of a duck and soft bones and beak and feet so happily, and then claim, "Nice, nice. Come try, come try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be totally freaked out. And you know people who eat insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD THAT IS THE WORST, OF ALL. YUCKS. How can you stuff a 4-inch scorpion into your mouth?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once watched a documentary and the people fry big ants and eat them. Chao gross. Super disgusting. I wanted to puke my whole gall bladder out of my ears la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hardened egg yolk. But surprisingly I love liquid egg yolk. Weird right? I detest celery too. Celery sucks so much, that when the moment I open my eyes and a see a celery, I will throw it at Benjamin or something! How can people grind that piece of vege ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also abstain organs of animals at all cost. AT ALL COST. Haha. Pig liver, organs, and bla bla - ALL OUT OF MY SIGHT! My mother once force me to eat, saying it gives me more iron. She must have regretted it, cos I puked the whole contents out. And intestines of animals. Oh gosh?! Can you imagine? I can't la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not a very good appreciator of food - anything better than a fried egg, I will just eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I can't believe the long digression on food! Erm, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall talk about 3T2. About how wonderful it is, about how amazing it looks, that when the moment I open my eyes, I can see many molecules of T2 cluttered together to form a mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha; Ha; Ha. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that Kendra is quite pretty, except maybe she has the size of a Caucasian model, and the complexion of Benjamin. Kidding. (*Gasps* Did I just blog this paragraph aloud?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally find T2 kinda nice. Woooh, hahaha! I mean, at least they accept my annoying attention-seekingness. They also know how to LAUGH! Laughter is good, I guess? The other day I was passing by the other triple science class (not going to mention which [but suddenly realised that there are only 2 T classes]), and I was so scared la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the class were doing their homework/ revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tense! Back in T2 people are chatting away (okay, except Hui Qi and Kerissa who are super hardworking people ) and joking and I don't know?! But I prefer this kind of environment. Relaxed and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made a promise this year, that I will just tame myself (like how Jane tames herself; wait, sounds like taming an animal -.-) and be quiet for the rest of these two years. I thought, perhaps, that when people ask, "Hey, who is the most obedient and quiet pupil in your class, Demas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can then answer in a tone of defiance, "It is me, Demas Koh, Celeblogger of Cruxroad.blogspot.com".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately (for me), I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hypperactivesia&lt;/span&gt; hormones, a condition in which a person is unable to keep quiet for 3 whole minutes. I am so noisy, that Mr Chiam actually asks me to keep quiet for 2 years. I am so insulted la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of teachers in T2, they are generally nice, except maybe Miss Jesmine, who is the super-nice person of all times. It is kinda funny how I always tell her I need a nosejob la - I secretly laugh at it! Erm, Benjamin calls her Jesmine ZehZeh (sister), which in my humble opinion is something she secretly likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MY A MATHS, MR. TAI THIAM HOO. I am not gay or anything, but he is damn and damn nice and good. HAHA, the good thing about Mr. Tai is that he doesn't detain me for nothing. He lets me do my A maths work at my own pace. This is good because I don't feel pressure, and I feel the need to do my part for him for A MATHS. I will of course hand in my homework on time and find out my mistakes, since he is so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh. You understand what I am talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, just take it as I love A MATHS (actually I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; maths to the ultimate core of the earth) and my A MATHS teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Yeah, and yesterday some Japanese scouts came to BP. Had to wear blazer - super sick hot, I tell you. Luckily councillors only had to stay in Conf. room. The air con was damn shiok. But I had problems communicating with them. Very hard. Samuel and Chun Yueh were the pros. AND, the food was good. Good until I do not mind eating it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a scouts collar badge and a friendship knot. I am so touched la?! Hah! Very nice people. They are damn polite too. Unfortunately I missed history like again?! zZz... I will catch up soon... don't worry! :) Demas is a hardworking student (I learnt this self-comfort thong from Kai Jun's blog) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the T2 part. They are like pretty nice people la. I like. :) :) Although some of them hate me last year. You know what Angeline said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, every time she sees me (last year), she would feel the urge to walk up to me, and give me a motherly SLAP on my face. Because she said I'm attention-seeking and noisy! AHHH. Bad! But she thinks I'm okay now la. Hahah. The surprising thing is that, I don't know who she is last year -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bought a lot a lot a lot of my friends birthday presents, and I am like damn sian. Cos must give la. =.= Man man lai, I don't think they mind belated gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aside, I can't believe I have blogged until super crazy today. Blogostrophic day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-5043697752304381178?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5043697752304381178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/5043697752304381178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-decided-upon-benjamins-life-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-4626407693800178659</id><published>2007-03-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:23:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The weather is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER BLOODY RIDICULOUS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HUMID&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-4626407693800178659?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4626407693800178659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/4626407693800178659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/weather-is-super-bloody-ridiculous-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2379017577612932700</id><published>2007-03-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:32:24.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Right Choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start I must really say I embarrassed myself today, like really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I think the school didn't want to cheer because of me. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have not bought Chun Yueh's, Zhe Hao's, CRYSTAL's and Keith's presents. And my brother's birthday has passed and I didn't get him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnn! (*sudden realisation that Phyllis' birthday is also coming*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am sharing Kendra's with Wei'En and co... *Sighs and mumbles about "Aiyo no money la"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep on wondering if I have made the right choices. Yeah... Triple Science? Not my cup of tea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is not just about the number of subjects you take, but the amount of effort. When I got reinstated back to HCL, I thought, "Wow, I am taking like 10 subjects?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently, it hit me - it is nothing ... nothing at all. Maybe it means something to other people, but it reflects nothing to my future. Not complete without the fact that I am not taking Physics in JC. Ha! Plus plus, I would be dropping Maths, and take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Knowledge Inquiry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I am pursuing a Masters in Literature. But when in the end everyone specialises in one subject, what's the point of taking 10 in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skeptic may argue, "Well, obviously it gives us some foundation and a vast variety of subjects to choose from, so that after 12 years of education, you can finally be interested in one of them and pursue it. And it gives you proper time management, doesn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I thought Triple was my perfect choice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONGGG!&lt;/span&gt; I can just be an average student, no? Not that my class is very competitive (well, the other Triple class is more competitive, but I will not mention which la... [wait, there are only 2 triple science classes what?!]), just that the environment is... No, the environment IS suitable for studying. I just don't like to be pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I keep on worrying about OTHER subjects when I am revising one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, erm, when I am doing Maths questions, History and Chemistry will surface involuntarily, as if yelling, "OI. We need to be revised too what?! TAKE ME INSTEAD." I always have this feeling. I do not have a fixed schedule or good time management. Most of the time I just throw Physics aside for the sake of other subjects. Again, physics sucks. Sucks badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, some random Jack may tell me, "Then even it out! Even it out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done. 3 councils and 2 CCAs weighing down on me as if I am a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Jack argues back, "Then, obviously. Quit three of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaha! I did think of that. But now the answer is a big big big "NO". Not because I want to wear a golden name tag, but because there are so many things that I have not tried yet. And well - forgive the lack of the seeming modesty - I think I am eligible for those. It is common to see people arguing back that they disagree with me, etc. etc. Like how bad-tempered I am or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I learnt through some experience, like Head of Functions, cheerleader, etc. I dare not say I am very capable, but I tried okay!? And the results weren't bad. So I tried more things which require greater effort, power and leadership. I am trying... the road ahead is dark, stormy and full of uncertainties. I am afraid too, am I not? But I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, while I was having duty for Meet-the-parents session, I found myself subconsciously mumbling, "So at the end of your BPian journey, what do you hope to achieve?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not a status, or something along that line. I seem to have the answer in mind, or maybe I don't at all. It is not a thing: medal or trophy... Nah, not those. It is, perhaps, something to do with character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes down to whether you like it or not, doesn't it? I mean, I do like it now, really. Organising events in the council is something that I have thought about back in sec 1... I do want to make something out of all these. I am leading a very busy life now, and I like everyday to be an eventful day. That makes life worth living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everything has its cons too, right? The amount of time sacrificed can actually be enjoyed with my friends. But the jet has started off for a very long time already, I am holding it well, holding onto the bar smoothly yet so vulnerably. The environment is so hazardous, that when the moment I fall, I may not get up again. I am trying to hold it very tightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tightly that I seem to have been neglecting some of my friends. Hahah? I guess some of my friends feel this way la. Some of the times even friday is taken up. I am sorry! I really want to, and I will try... Really! I am trying my best to make my weekends available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time taken, less time for studies. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually I can't believe I have written all these. I always make it a point not to show my vulnerable side, or let out negative emotions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will strive harder once CCAs stop, and when I have completed my upcoming task in the council.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit: I have been blog-hopping recently and good gracious, I found blogs criticising some people indirectly. Hahaha! I love such blogs. So da dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better still, they are insulting teachers! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some just go ahead and say "____ sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so ... amusing okay! Hahah! Nowadays the sec twos are so interesting. But I won't let these younger generations to replace me! I also had my days of glory okay! Maybe I will start insulting people too, hahaha. Then get back my 200-visits-a-day thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonerism! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ But then again, some blogs are so SUPERFICIAL. Can go and die immediately. We don't need youuu to emo on uRR blog euuu n0es??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban them entirely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME - I am the best best best BPian blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2379017577612932700?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2379017577612932700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2379017577612932700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/right-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-8948642787421559716</id><published>2007-03-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:43:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you realise something about this photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPeEXD7iyI/AAAAAAAAARE/45Adrr74L-8/s1600-h/img_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPeEXD7iyI/AAAAAAAAARE/45Adrr74L-8/s400/img_052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045120174076431138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well perhaps you don't. But if I make it obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPeynD7izI/AAAAAAAAARM/Gfre6nx_VE8/s1600-h/RJLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPeynD7izI/AAAAAAAAARM/Gfre6nx_VE8/s400/RJLA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045120968645380914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the humble head of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIM REN JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s, at the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maple Event&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting captured in the photograph&lt;/span&gt;, amongst many many other things like tripping over a pigeon. Sorry, a dead pigeon. Look at his seriousness in running. Oh oh oh. And the person running behind him looks... urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since while I am at it, let me post a few shots on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maple Event 2007: Gamers Love Sports&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of the AS staff reflected and finally accepted that cases people dying in front of the computer due to ass cramps are deemed uncommon. So must start to exercise already, if not we can collapse like an average Jane (just figuratively using!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPhVXD7i0I/AAAAAAAAARU/f8LqjZdPxcw/s1600-h/DSCN3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPhVXD7i0I/AAAAAAAAARU/f8LqjZdPxcw/s400/DSCN3189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045123764669090626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told William to be my subject of photograph because I wanted to show the average Kiasuism of most Singaporeans. We were queueing up for the T-Shirt (which in my opinion, is not very nice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPieHD7i1I/AAAAAAAAARc/fG9PpEKvaic/s1600-h/DSCN3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPieHD7i1I/AAAAAAAAARc/fG9PpEKvaic/s400/DSCN3193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045125014504573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is RJ's watch... Erm, the event starts at 9am. And the queue is so long la. Okay but I must admit Shi Yuan is REALLY kiasu. He asked us to go there like super early?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPi4XD7i2I/AAAAAAAAARk/UPC6sBykEiM/s1600-h/DSCN3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPi4XD7i2I/AAAAAAAAARk/UPC6sBykEiM/s400/DSCN3194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045125465476139874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah. Jo and Aihua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPjxHD7i3I/AAAAAAAAARs/cow2vj57Va4/s1600-h/DSCN3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPjxHD7i3I/AAAAAAAAARs/cow2vj57Va4/s400/DSCN3195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126440433716082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told WJ to post. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lazed around a bit... Cos really damn sian and it was drizzling... Then suddenly Pei Fen the DJ echoed the whole place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPkPnD7i4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/p3ZH961rz8I/s1600-h/DSCN3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPkPnD7i4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/p3ZH961rz8I/s400/DSCN3202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126964419726210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the invited instructor taught us how to warm up... bla bla bla. Didn't get to see Milk, who was the GOH for the event. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we started running. Guess what I saw!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPko3D7i5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/iqiLgYSJpyY/s1600-h/DSCN3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPko3D7i5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/iqiLgYSJpyY/s400/DSCN3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127398211423122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Gosh! That's lame lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPlBnD7i6I/AAAAAAAAASE/Qy02zi2ILYM/s1600-h/DSCN3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPlBnD7i6I/AAAAAAAAASE/Qy02zi2ILYM/s400/DSCN3207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045127823413185442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I refuse to wear the tee. LOL. So I am the... erm, protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. *Cannot help looking away from William's mouth* Oh, and Shi Yuan's expression too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, okay then we went to Vivo to watch The Messengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went home..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/Edit: Actually I DID ponder about it (so stop accusing me already). But my final answer is a very very BIG NO, because I am just that vindictive and unforgiving. I don't like people who suddenly make actions of covering their discussion work when I  am OUTSIDE mac donald's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, in short: Nope.&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/816195578781582644-8948642787421559716?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8948642787421559716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/8948642787421559716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-realise-something-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GyCrFiLrz28/RgPeEXD7iyI/AAAAAAAAARE/45Adrr74L-8/s72-c/img_052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816195578781582644.post-7360891521112920589</id><published>2007-03-21T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:55:12.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we shall touch on a very boring topic - PARANOIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I start I want to talk abit about today. Today is quite eventful because it is the Councils' Investiture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before before that were Chemistry and Biology lessons. Wah damn sian! (Are TS students supposed to express their love for sciences?? No right..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sciences, I found out that I am not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; interested in sciences la. Biology being the moderate interest, and Physics being the least interest. (Does Mr Hisham know how to access blogs? *Shifty eyes*) Anyway, interest cannot be forced what. -_- And I am not that keen on tackling Maths problems all the time. I am not Jefferson the Maths-pro-who-topped-Maths-last-year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leaves languages, humanities and the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my passion for Chinese died 2 years ago (back in Primary school I liked Chinese best!). As for English... erm... no comments. Anyway, little evidence can already prove that I have no particular talent in music or visual arts, and that my A2 for the latter last year was just a fake. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last, final option is Humanities. For some reason I like humanities better (except for Geography, which is a pain the neck), and I am planning to take like, History and Literature in JC. I am looking so far ahead. I will consider like erm, Chemistry (?!) and Maths since it is compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will come back to BP to teach lower sec Lit and History after NS or JC. Wow! And if I like it I will continue as a teacher (Bleahhh...). If I fail or lose interest I might apply to be a DJ. If they deem me unsuitable then I might join the Writers' Association or something. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the small digression, back to the Investiture thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so at first it was quite disorganised cos some people didn't turn up during March Holidays to rehearse. But it was no problem I think - we managed to organise ourselves. Anyway I was appointed a CCA councillor! Just so unexpected and last minute! ERM, I am Clubs/Societies, representing P.A. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the CCA councillor badge is quite nice (William designed it) but I guess I will stick to Students' Council one since I'm more used to it. And besides, I can wear my golden name tag (Was that the reason why I joined the council? NOOO!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can make equal contributions to both councils. HA! Although I dunno what I can do in the CCA council -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Investiture was like eating time. Damn shiok ah the food! I think 16kg sank in or something? I love the extra-mini eclair (whatever the spelling is). And a random person asked me to treat him and his friends. But then I said no cos well, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WERE&lt;/span&gt; other councillors watching and I couldn't just take it la. It was a very difficult situation. Anw sorry to whoever that asked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off-topic: Apparently some people are mimicking my words of yesterday's announcement... I am damn sad la. I heard some words like, "Today I have three pieces of joyous news to announce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I keep on using "joyous" la but I am not a very good-in-vocab person, so shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! These people very what larrhhh!? How can they mimic me, BLATANTLY in front of THEIR FRIENDS, and when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am in the vicinity&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone answer me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also people who say "DEMOCRATIC". The next time I hear this AGAIN, I would walk up to him, glare a bit, say an even LOUDER "DEMOCRATIC" (all while spitting saliva) and stuff two nuggets into his ear holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am like pretty bad in announcing (mispronounced "seleta", "opportunity" and "canoe"), but stop doing this WHEN I AM NEAR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it was that I actually said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Volleyball C Girls have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the next round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like damn paiseh and panicking inside already but I think I did a very good pretense image (actually I almost laughed out my gullet). I checked again and it should have been "advanced".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT WAS NOT MY FAULT (okay fine, 30%). The handwriting was like not really easily recognised la. Grr... if there is another thing that can be banned, I want to ban LOUSY handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now the title! Defined in dictionary, paranoia means : Baseless or excessive suspicion of the motives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very paranoid nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hor, back in Primary 3 or 4, I had this paranoia that the fan might just give way and drop down. I always had this illusion la. That was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am paranoid that I might fail my physics in mid-year. And many other things. Like friends suddenly betraying you being top on the list (I am damn scared of this; not that I don't trust them la). Like people crazily mimicking my words... and like when others throw things I am damn paranoid it would hit me in the face - because I've got a weak nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry like so much unnecessarily nowadays. And this is very bad! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lead a happier life, like Shi Yuan, who does not give a damn about his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try not to worry so much la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7360891521112920589?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7360891521112920589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7360891521112920589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/paranoia.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1660829356116401618</id><published>2007-03-18T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:40:25.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to Maple event; Headed to Vivo City; Left with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of homework; undisclosed personal matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos, but no mood to upload. So forget it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I didn't quite like the event... Very personal reasons which I will not disclose, in case you find out that I do not like the presence of no-lifers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have this fleeting impression that some of the people who went to the event have no life at all; i.e., playing maplestory everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already touched on how useless it is, so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 10 +am, I bugged them to go to Vivo City like hell. And we watched a movie: The Messengers. Horror, but not very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with a pile of homework as high as Bt Timah hill - I am so gonna die, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of this post is just my rambling, so if you don't know what I'm talking about, just ignore it anyway. DON'T ask me what I am writing, cos you know that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse me, but what now?? It's like I have to come across ____ even when dealing with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that I mind ____, but well, that's really stupid isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know the reason anyway; making it like plain obvious that ____ isn't of much of a talent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if ____ were to come to me and scream, then my reaction will be to scream back and give a slap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very tight slap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I chose the wrong path initially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, so now it's my fault that ____ is being encountered? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm confused too, so shut the hell up okay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I vow not to resolve this mess, and I AM SURE of my decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If ___ wants to cross the line, then I will be sure to fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know I won't lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it was ____ who started it, DIDN'T HE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FREAK, erh, and now what? Erm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh hey Demas, lets be friends again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or should I put it in such a way that I do not need to get involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that ___ is plainly fake too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, that's the humble opinion of yours truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said you disagree, but anyway, so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;____ does things that is not at all willing la, PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just open your eyes and SEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I simply can't understand. I have been trying like damn hard to find one too, didn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I was stupid all along. I made wrong choices. I came across wrong people. And I got the wrong action ALL THE TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cunning? Forced! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all know ____ want me to totally not involve myself. BUT GUESS WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't give a damn man. They are not even committed themselves la please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will try to be more discreet and make wise choices from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do I really trust ____ and ____?!?! I am so confused okay. The lack of confidantes is probably the reason why I told ____ and ____ like so many damn freaking things. One single truth leaked out and I will most probably be dead. And maybe hate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say hate is a strong word, but I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people so damn easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly trying to convince myself that they deserve to be trusted, ha??? Okay, I will wait and see, won't I?&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/816195578781582644-1660829356116401618?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1660829356116401618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1660829356116401618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-maple-event-headed-to-vivo-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-2566969420335681047</id><published>2007-03-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:34:22.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am having bad stomachaches nowadays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn sian. As in, really frequent stomach cramping and aching like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PAIN LARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;m- &lt;/span&gt;OKAY, and it's not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, my legs would cramp severely when I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to set up a petition to ban cramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-2566969420335681047?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2566969420335681047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/2566969420335681047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-having-bad-stomachaches-nowadays-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-7741741201080890494</id><published>2007-03-15T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:11:35.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished ALL my HCL essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall celebrate this small achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the fact that I may have 80% screwed up my HCL Common Test, it is really good to know that I have - at long last - finished something with great effort. Like, really, I put in 250% more effort than the average essays I gave last year. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my essays, compared to Kai Jun's/Benjamin's/Wei Jie's, are lousier, I think I should be able to get 13/20 (: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt; all the way for HCL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS :D Haha! JIAYOU PEOPLE! MID-YEAR COMING LE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-7741741201080890494?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7741741201080890494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/7741741201080890494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-816195578781582644.post-1571017188668734103</id><published>2007-03-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:33:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just feel like puking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puking what, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to puke the whole of my pancreatic juice, or intestinal juice, or liveratic juice (??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! How? A random Jane may ask, "Oh dear, Demas, why do you want to puke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer this would bring back unhappy memories, i.e, getting slapped by Benjamin when I was in sec 2 (hahaha). But anyway, this particular thought doesn't make me want to puke what I had eaten just now - that is, a bowl of mee pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the mee pok contained so many lards that I was kinda disgusted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, nothing disgusts me more than a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scammer&lt;/span&gt;, cheater or a lousy POS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I typed the word "scammer" (gosh, why do I have to type it again?), I had traces of pancreatic juice leaking from my mouth - I am about to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular moment, you may fly up high and ask me, "Hey Demas, then what makes you puke even more? Well, I'm kinda interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, it ranges from pig liver to scheming people; queue-jumpers; fake people; false accusations. That is to say, I was just naming a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am cheated by a friend (mind you, a friend), I would not only puke the present mee pok in my stomach, I would also puke the chilled strawberry cheesecake that I ate two days ago with Hazel Heng. Biologists may argue back that the cheesecake is now trying to be absorbed into the bloodstream, struggling to even survive in my intestines. But hey... it is just a figure of speech ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so let me go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I saw this stagnant squirrel going home. Unfortunately, this unsympathetic stagnant squirrel, Version 8.1, was once my friend and resides somewhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schoolmate&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuition friend&lt;/span&gt; of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was in Primary 5. And as you cannot imagine, I was really the innocent and pure and refined Demas (only with healthy thoughts) back then. And I played this game, childishly known as Neopets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, when we were in the tuition room, he told me exchanged passwords so that "we can help each other". Damn the stupidity, ah? Of all things to trust, I actually trusted a stagnant squirrel, who had pimples scattered all over his forehead like a dotted shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHOOPS&lt;/span&gt;, everything missing the next day. I know some of you are going to say, "It's YOUR fault for giving it to him. So stop whining!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that. I know it is my fault. But that doesn't really stop me from my criticism, does it? I have also decided not to reveal his pathetic name, in case the majority of you clap your hand on your mouths and gasp something like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coughkennethcough&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Did I just reveal it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the thing is, he was that many average student. And I am really proud to say I have a PSLE score of much higher than him. His was that of an average person, struggling to even reach a "4" in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I went down to buy food just now, I saw him, of all things! He was still that stumpy and unexciting person I had ever met in my life. Equipped with a monotonous and unsexy tone I used to hear, he is just the perfect person to clean my bedroom and arrange my bedsheet when I have slept enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could exact revenge upon him, I would definitely consider castration. I would tie him up to a serene coconut tree and SNAP. Everything done in just one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met Keith just now. You realise their names start with "K" but they are obviously two different people? One is the faithful sort while the other is a stagnant squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like puking, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816195578781582644-1571017188668734103?l=cruxroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1571017188668734103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816195578781582644/posts/default/1571017188668734103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cruxroad.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-feel-like-puking.html' title=''/><author><name>Demas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476658279833727942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
