<?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-708280943793409254</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:14:33.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss redcrosser +</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-864026210424644378</id><published>2012-02-17T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T05:14:33.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Hello! (: School's been really fun this week, especially on Monday and Wednesday! Originally, I wanted to blog on Tuesday but then the post got delayed cos I was busy so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, here's a recap of this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went for OG breakfast at Toast Box at J8 in the morning. In the end I didn't eat anything though cos I already ate before I left my house. Managed to ask Luther about the Chem tutorial questions that I couldn't do. Yup then after that we left for school, and on the way there we were laughing at Jey-ren's and Joshua's joke about Aiysh's biceps. Seriously, Jey-ren and Joshua are like 2 evil brothers haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Had House CIP next, and ours was organized by Jerome! So basically 30 seniors from Lion Befrienders came down to our school, and we had to host them. We did our batch dance, another dance, and then we played Bingo, did magic tricks and had a karaoke session for the elderly. Oh yes and Jey-ren, Dexter and I grouped together to buddy this uncle, who's super cute! And he can sing super well, like during the karaoke session, he went up on stage to sing, and even though there was no music, he sang on beat and really really well. And we took a photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPz4DYuDUPw/Tz5L46I5cJI/AAAAAAAABCk/1-PEH4U5nMQ/s400/two.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710084818603700370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;The uncle was really nice, and he always replied whenever we talked to him (: Oh yeah and Joshua and I realized we knew the same magic trick so we went around doing it hahaha. But in the end we told them what the trick was la, but it's still super cool right! I learnt it from Symone in Sec 2, and I remember how amazed I myself was, because it's a really cool trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh yes and then after that we went to RI canteen as an OG to eat lunch, because Jerome was telling us about how nice this dish called Buttersauce Fish and Pineapple Rice was. Then after lunch the rest of the OG left to go J8, and Cyndi and I went back to the RJ canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Met Jia Le, Esther and Ruoxi there, so I introduced Cyndi to them. So long since I last spent time with yearmates haha it was good to see them (: So after like 2 hours, Jia Le, Cyndi and I left to go for frisbee training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;But it was really awkward at first, cos when we went there all the J2s were like "Err why are you here? Who invited you?", and I realized that it wasn't an open training! But well luckily Alicia (ma'am) invited us and it was not like we popped up there by ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the end there were 6 J1s including the 3 of us, and so we just paired up to do throw and catch. Now I'm much more comfortable with this type of frisbee already, because it's much heavier and of a different material from the one that I always play with on Sundays. Yup and then Kester who is this very nice J2 guy gave us tips and comments to improve, and he also taught us how to do forehand throw! Super happy man, now I know the proper technique :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that this very nice J5 senior, Yixuan helped us to set up the game area, and we split up to play 5 v 5. So Yixuan, Kester, Cyndi, a J1 guy and me were one group. We played a lot and it was a very different experience from playing in the multifunction hall because we had so much space! And our team scored a lot hehehhe :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Super tired after training, I was literally dragging my feet to the MRT station. But I really enjoyed myself, because the seniors were really nice and friendly! And I learnt a lot about frisbee strategies and techniques :D So happy I went for training, and I really hope I can get into frisbee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Body was aching like crazy from training the previous day, but it was worth it haha. Anyway, got our timetables today, it's quite good la, like the latest I end is on Tuesday and Friday, and then again it's not that late anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh yes I forgot but it was Valentine's Day haha. First time in my life that I actually received presents on this day! Thank you Melody for the brownie, Vanessa for the cheesecake, Rachel for the cupcake, Darryl for the sweet, Pei Qi for the Skittles and Hazel for the chocolate!(: Oh yes and Liscoln actually bought roses for all the girls in the OG, but due to some delivery problem we didn't receive it ): Thanks anyway!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;TAKE 5 WAS AWESOME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our OG signed up for frisbee, so we went to Marymount field to report. Turns out that our first game was at 9 plus, so we left to roam about school. Headed over to the second field and saw the carnival rides there! Cyndi and I took the spinning thing, it was super fun! This is the first ride that I ever took where I went upside down haha. And the best thing was that Cyndi and I actually had a conversation up there, unlike all the boys before us who could only say things like "I'm dizzy" hahahaha. And it was really weird in the sense that while on the ride I got a bit dizzy, but once I landed I felt perfectly normal. Dexter took a video of it and Elaine took pictures haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NEvxH3OHMc/Tz5L2K7rkQI/AAAAAAAABCY/zX02SzkEQcM/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710084771572060418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yup then we went to play the Bungee Jump next. I've been wanting to try it for a long time, but in the end it wasn't very spectacular or anything. In fact, I felt a bit stupid because all I was doing was jumping up and down while a group of people stood there and watched me. And I got really tired after a while, and I felt the rope slacken so I thought the ride was over, but then the guy who was overseeing safety told me to continue jumping. So I jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Next we played the running thing. So like we're each strapped to this rope, and when the person says start we have to run and try to place our markers as far as we can, before the rope tightens and pull us all back. The first time the rope tightened I actually fell backwards with 2 legs in the air, thankfully there wasn't a lot of people there cos it was so unglam! And for the third time I fell forward and got dragged backwards so I got a bad bruise on my knee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that we headed back to the field, and I got a pack of ice to apply as cold compress to my knee. I think it helped a lot, because it didn't hurt a lot after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yup then it was our first game! It was 5 v 5 and at least 2 from each gender. Yup so for the girls, Cyndi and I played, and for the guys, there were Liscoln, Aiysh, Juanda and Ling Yun. So then we were losing like 3-0, and we thought it was game over. But in the end we managed to score 3 goals so we were tied! And finally we won 4-3!! We were super happy because this was actually the first time our OG won a game, like even during Orientation we just lost at every single game haha. And our tactic was quite good, because when we had the frisbee I would just run to the goal area so that they can throw long distance then I catch and we score! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yay then it was the second game. Sigh we shouldn't have been nice, and agreed to swop our opponents with Debbie's OG, and just let their two teams play against each other hmpf. The score was 3-0 with us on the losing end again, before we brought it up to 3-3, but then the opposing team scored the last goal, so wasted!! We were quite disappointed but oh well ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah then we got our Take 5 tattoos! Super pretty haha (: Then the rest left but Aiysh, Keng Onn, Jerome and I stayed back a bit to just play throw and catch. Left after a while and we headed to the canteen where everyone else was. Ate icecream and then we went up to the parade square to watch the closing ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that we went for OG Lunch at J8, but there were only 8 of us! Jerome, Liscoln, Ling Yun, Darryl, Rachel, Melody, Elaine and I. Went to food court to eat and Rachel and I were laughing at Liscoln and Jerome! Their conversation was so funny because they would talk about how to build up muscles, then talk about some other topic then go back to the topic on muscles, just like a cycle. Yeah then after that we talked about fighting as in like martial arts etc, and realized that Rachel and I were the only ones who didn't learn any martial arts before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Headed over to the Rooftop afterwards, and Ling Yun taught the guys a parkour move! Yeah then we hung around a bit more then all left afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went for Interact trials. It felt a bit weird being the one interviewed because the two times I sat in an interview was as an interviewer not interviewee. And there was this very scary girl who kept glaring at me, and she was like shooting questions at me and sounded like she hated me and everything I said. I hope it was because they wanted to use the bad guy good guy concept, and not because she really has something against me. Well then met Sara afterwards to go to the MRT together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Had 3 diagnostic tests today - GP, Bio and Maths. Oh and we got a really really really awesome Bio teacher, he was the one lecturing about lipids today, and he's really good. I feel so lucky to have him as my teacher! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;And Maths was :/ Shan't say much here, but anyway we had a good laugh because during the test, Ding Ian was typing on his calculator and the teacher actually insisted that he was smsing Akshay. Like so wts right, they don't even have each other's number! And she said that she'll trust them this time but she'll go check with telecomms -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wow this is such a long post. Well anyway today has been a really busy week, and next week's just going to get busier. And I should go and cook my spaghetti now haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh yes before I conclude this post I just wanted to say this - I realized that after 4 years of being in a girls' school, I still find it easier to get closer to guys than to girls, just like how it was in primary school. Only thing is that now in JC when I interact with guys I actually am very self-conscious because I don't want other people to think I'm flirting or being despo or those sort of rubbish. I hope people actually realize that some girls like me actually find it easier to approach and get closer to guys than to girls, and don't immediately jump to conclusions that the girl's flirtatious or something ridiculous like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-864026210424644378?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/864026210424644378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=864026210424644378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/864026210424644378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/864026210424644378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-schools-been-really-fun-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-RPz4DYuDUPw/Tz5L46I5cJI/AAAAAAAABCk/1-PEH4U5nMQ/s72-c/two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-3276197959788932885</id><published>2012-02-12T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:10:23.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so so tired now, I really want to bathe and then go to sleep hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frisbee was really fun! Renda came today, so as usual he provided a lot of entertainment (: There were 11 of us at first - Jing Min, Edwin, Pin, Jeaneve, Wenxi, Renda, Cyrus, Desiree, Yuan Shen, Lim Jing and me. Then Desiree and Yuan Shen left and my brother came so it became 10 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played 2 rounds, the second one we played up till 15 and we ended in in deuce. In the end, the other group won lol.  And poor Edwin kept getting injured, there was once when I just totally crashed into him and smacked the side of his head hahaha. And for some reason there were so many people passing by the multi-function hall today, we had to keep pausing the game to wait for them to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talked to Desiree and Jeaneve about JC life. They all got their timetable already, I'm only going to get mine on Tuesday. Hopefully I get to end early most of the days, if not everyday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then that's about it, probably going to go and take a shower, have lunch and start on my Chem tutorial homework. If not my Civics Tutor aka Chem teacher is going to kill me. I'm really very scared of her cos she's so strict!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-3276197959788932885?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3276197959788932885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=3276197959788932885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3276197959788932885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3276197959788932885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-so-so-tired-now-i-really-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-5846229261928537159</id><published>2012-02-11T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T04:52:03.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just finished eating the spaghetti that I cooked by myself for myself for dinner. Haha what a lengthy sentence. But very wasted la, the first batch of spaghetti noodles that I cook, I accidentally dropped them into the sink when I was draining the water ): Wanted to pick it up from the sink and boil it again and eat, but then decided against it in the end because I was afriad I'll fall sick from eating that :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still can't get over Tree With Deep Roots! Was humming/ thinking in my head the sad music pieces from the show the whole day. It really matched my mood so well okay. Today wasn't exactly a great day, because I cried in my sleep because of my dream, and when I woke up something that was very similar to my dream happened and I wanted to cry again ): So today became a very quiet day because I didn't talk much. At times like this, silence is very appealing haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started writing my Econs notes today, and I'm so proud of it :D I really made an effort for it to be concise and neat and colour coded haha (: Only thing is that I hope I'll have the determination and time to actually summarize all the Econs notes into my notebook till A levels next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who's this person who keeps calling my housephone!? The person called the second time already, but I didn't pick up cos the number says that it's an overseas call! And the person must be very patient or something, the phone was ringing and ringing non-stop. Usually the person at the other end will hang up the phone after like 1.5 rounds of the music, but this person only stopped after 4 rounds! I don't think it's Ms Loy right haha, my house phone registered her number as overseas last time because of her settings haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh great that person called for a third time. This time I picked it up, and it was quiet for the first 5 seconds, I became so scared for some reason. Turns out it's some man who's calling and he said something in dialect that I couldn't hear so I told him it's the wrong number. Hope he got the message and stop calling again, I'm getting a bit unnerved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Going to go for frisbee tomorrow morning, I wonder who's coming. Last week I heard that Jing Min brought her friend, and Edwin brought his VS friends too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I don't think that person is going to call again. My heart's still beating very fast leh ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This picture is so cute haha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707858600982215618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGefntMRWpM/TzZjJ_Oz-8I/AAAAAAAABCM/gXgwlyu0LLw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-5846229261928537159?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5846229261928537159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=5846229261928537159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5846229261928537159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5846229261928537159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-finished-eating-spaghetti-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-OGefntMRWpM/TzZjJ_Oz-8I/AAAAAAAABCM/gXgwlyu0LLw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7547500593884054390</id><published>2012-02-10T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T05:32:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really think I have the sixth sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like this morning right before I woke up, I saw/dreamed that someone put 2 new PE shirts (with their packaging and all) into my arms. Then I asked "Why you give me PE shirts?" and the person replied that it's the XS size. So after Bio lecture today, I went down to Popular, and really got XS PE shirt leh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What makes it even more exciting is that when I checked with Popular the previous 2 days, they will always tell me that it's out of stock and that the new stock will only come in 2 weeks later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha quite cool right! :D And I didn't come to the conclusion that I might possess the sixth sense from only this incident la, there's been quite a few occasions before this haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only had Bio lecture today, so I had like 3 hours free. Was not as crazy as 2 of my classmates who was mugging the whole time. Really, there's this crazy JAE girl in my class who's forever reading her lecture notes. Like apparently the day we had our first Maths lecture, she already finished reading/doing her entire Maths book that's supposed to last for at least 1 month I think. She's forever mugging, like when we had Wednesday free and we were doing class bonding activities, we didn't see her at all, I think she went to the library to mug. Wah very scary leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played all the trick games with my classmates today. Like Black Magic, Fuzzy Wuzzy, How many meh-mehs jumped over the wall, Bang Bang Who Died and Whose Picture Did I Take. It got a bit boring because I knew the trick behind all the games already! We played the same games with our OG during Orientation too. Some of my classmates are so slow haha, they took super long to guess, and some of them didn't even know how the game worked till the end haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I laughed so hard when I saw this photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtwqiESyy-A/TzTCZxdmaJI/AAAAAAAABAg/JKYYod3Khps/s400/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707400375815268498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe I've been home since 1:30p.m., and I have not touched any of my school work :D Gonna relax for today, and concentrate tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finished watching Tree With Deep Roots today! The last episode was mind-blowing. It was sad that all the people that I like died in the end, even Yoon Pyung ): But I don't hate the ending, I think it's actually less complicated this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the first sageuk drama that I watched, and I think this category is more intellectual than those Kdramas that usually feature idols. For one, we have to adapt to the context of the drama, and like for Tree With Deep Roots, it actually requires you to watch with careful attention and alertness to pick up all the subtle hints and details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the cast is really stellar! They can act really really well, and I can feel their emotions very strongly, like when Ddol Bok was in despair, or when the King felt like he was at his wits' ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to start on a new drama anytime soon since JC life is officially starting. But I'm still going to watch Runningman haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time for a picture spam of the cast haha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7QW9oPoFK0/TzUXrgJnmnI/AAAAAAAABAs/fX6enXXwOhQ/s400/1king.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494138894064242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSxawxhQ-So/TzUXxOc1WAI/AAAAAAAABA4/V9c9TzHtjLo/s400/2king.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494237222033410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyNNol2wwIk/TzUX-4X8tgI/AAAAAAAABBE/2WA-CzHbCeo/s400/3ddolbok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494471814133250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqCKuDgEOPU/TzUYbtvU-II/AAAAAAAABB0/MNNVxfyQyyI/s400/7ddolbok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494967175608450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTdb0Ah96NE/TzUYOO0zRkI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2LvHdQVN2Ng/s400/4ddolbok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494735538767426" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLvnfROYcxc/TzUYW4NQwnI/AAAAAAAABBc/7u2v3e_N-iI/s400/5jiphyunjun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494884086170226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qft4kDtWhXQ/TzUYZYIz8YI/AAAAAAAABBo/PnAP1qYqgts/s400/6muhyul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707494927017177474" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute is this haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqCKuDgEOPU/TzUYbtvU-II/AAAAAAAABB0/MNNVxfyQyyI/s1600/7ddolbok.jpg" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_32hN_pqRP0/TzUYeoV4lqI/AAAAAAAABCA/17HeYgdmgKs/s400/8cast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707495017266321058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I found the link to the 2 instrumental pieces that was used in the show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx-nd2GodjA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOp2zoGB2OQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really nice, go listen to it! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7547500593884054390?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7547500593884054390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7547500593884054390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7547500593884054390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7547500593884054390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-really-think-i-have-sixth-sense-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-QtwqiESyy-A/TzTCZxdmaJI/AAAAAAAABAg/JKYYod3Khps/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8304813648787700328</id><published>2012-02-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T03:46:21.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Entering JC has trained to become a super kiasu auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I went to Bibi and Baba to buy my RJ uniform after Olevels Results release day, the blouses and skirts were out of stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I wanted to buy my XS size PE shirts from Popular, they were out of stock. The next day, there were 120 shirts in the morning, but because I didn't have enough money at that time, I couldn't buy. When I went back in the afternoon, all 120 shirts were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to buy my XS Team Raffles Polo Tee, but it's out of stock. (Though Clara and Esther told me today that apparently our CCA for buy for us or something cos we need to embroider our CCA on the collar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully, I bought my uniform yesterday, because it was out of stock today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was once when I queued up to buy food from Haw's Kitchen, only to find out that there wasn't any rice left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay ai ya, so basically, after so many experiences, I've learnt that I cannot take my own sweet time to do things, because I'll just end up being one step behind everybody, and then things that I want will become out of stock etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which is why, I did crazy things last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since CCA signups were technically open on 9 Feb right, I assumed it would open at 0000hours on 9 Feb. Since there are like limited vacancies, I set my alarm and woke up at 0030h (I fell asleep at 9:30p.m.). So yeah, and I really did wake up, and switched on my computer, but the page didn't work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So then I fell asleep, but then I was too troubled by the CCA signups (I even dreamt about it), so I woke up again, and saw that it was 4:10a.m. Decided that perhaps the signups were open, I once again walked out of my room to switch on my computer, but it still didn't work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I tried again at 5:30a.m. and 6:00a.m., but the page still couldn't work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got Chelsea to help me try like three more times in the morning, since I don't have 3G and I have problems connecting to the school's wifi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, after finishing lunch with some of the RIRC people and yearmates, I bugged her to go check for updates on Discovery. Then there was a sign saying that CCA signups open at 12:00p.m., and it was 12:05p.m.! Waited for 10 more minutes before the page finally opened, and both of us became the first 2 people to sign up for Frisbee and Canoe trials haha! I won't be surprised if both of us were the first 2 people to log into the website haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Such a long story because I'm very long-winded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My body clock's kind of screwed up, because after dinner, I'll be on the computer and I'll start feeling that my eyelids are drooping (like now). In the end, I've been going to sleep at 9 plus these few days. How am I going to survive JC life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only have 1 lecture tomorrow, going to have to find something to do for the next 3 hours after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz3hHWngDyw/TzOx0nWoBbI/AAAAAAAABAU/z3kDCMRqG4c/s400/125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707100670283744690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8304813648787700328?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8304813648787700328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8304813648787700328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8304813648787700328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8304813648787700328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/entering-jc-has-trained-to-become-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Gz3hHWngDyw/TzOx0nWoBbI/AAAAAAAABAU/z3kDCMRqG4c/s72-c/125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8613334898743233450</id><published>2012-02-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:28:22.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally managed to buy my uniform today. The thing is, I ordered 2 blouses, but the auntie gave me 1 blouse and 1 guy shirt! No wonder something felt so different when I was unbuttoning the shirt, and I even tried it on wondering why size 14 was so big. Thank god they gave me 2 skirts and not 1 skirt and 1 long pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, now I have to make another trip to Seminar Room 5, and my timetable for tomorrow quite packed somemore! 3 lectures D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to listening to the online Econs lecture, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8613334898743233450?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8613334898743233450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8613334898743233450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8613334898743233450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8613334898743233450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-finally-managed-to-buy-my-uniform.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8352032902173595186</id><published>2012-02-07T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T02:42:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It feels so nice to be catching up with your friends (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday on the train ride to school, I met Huzaifi and Esther, and we were talking on the train. Okay actually more of just Huzaifi and me or Esther and me since they don't know each other. But anyway, it's been quite some time since I talked to either of them (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then while Sara and I were waiting for it to be 12:30p.m. so that we could go home, we met Nicholas. We found the 2 eels in the Biodiversity Pond, and then continued to talk about Orientation, classes etc. Sara and Nicholas didn't know each other too actually haha. And I said hi to Alexander before that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's lunch was fun, because we had a mini OG lunch. There was only Ting En, Liscoln, Jerome, Dexter and me, but it was really fun! Went to RI canteen to eat, and we just sat there talking about a lot of things. Learnt a lot of interesting things cos we were gossiping too haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We tried bonding as a class during the free block between our lectures, but it kind of failed because we gave up on every game after a short while. So in the end for the last 15 minutes, we just sat there and stone. And I can recognize most, if not all, of the girls from my class, but only like 3 boys. Can't even remember their names or faces, they really look alike haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no lectures tomorrow. Sigh I wish I can only go to school at 12:30p.m. instead of having to wake up early as usual and spend 5 hours hobo-ing somewhere around school. Hopefully can spend it with my OG haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not going to donate blood during the blood donation drive this week, cos I was still eating medicine on Sunday. I was actually excited and looking forward to donating my blood like last year, but now I am really scared of the pain. If you're above 50kg, you have to donate like 100ml more blood, that's crazy. I mean donating 350ml or 450ml of blood may sound very little, but wait till you take a waterbottle or something and you see how much blood you will need to fill it up :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to start on Econs online lecture only after dinner. For now, going to watch my second last episode of Tree With Deep Roots :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ3VD8KCj3w/TzD_9i_WGII/AAAAAAAABAI/UM2pDWSN75Q/s400/103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706342160708016258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8352032902173595186?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8352032902173595186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8352032902173595186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8352032902173595186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8352032902173595186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-feels-so-nice-to-be-catching-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-FQ3VD8KCj3w/TzD_9i_WGII/AAAAAAAABAI/UM2pDWSN75Q/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8872710726764057318</id><published>2012-02-06T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:36:23.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, hi. It's been a long time since I posted. I kind of got bored and the idea of blogging didn't really appeal to me, until I read someone's blog and realize "Hey people still come to this blog!" and I feel like I'm responsible to at least update this blog a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Orientation's over. Although I didn't have a complete experience cos I fell sick and missed Day 2 (and missed War Games too argh), I enjoyed myself a lot. My OGLs and OGmates are really nice and friendly people, I'm really thankful we are all in the same OG together (: I'm not going to do a detailed post for Orientation (just gonna hold those memories close to my heart aww), but I must really applaud all the OGLs. They sacrificed so much time and effort to plan Orientation for us, and to help us bond in our OGs. And I only realized on the last day that throughout the 4 days I didn't see any teachers at all, so the whole Orientation was effectively student-ran. How cool is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the campfire on the last day was awesome! It was so cool seriously with the word "Istoria" going up in flames, and different flame colours representing the different houses. Best campfire out of all the campfires I've been to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes my OG, I wanted to post a picture, but Pei Qi hasn't uploaded them yet, so that's gonna have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, these are the people in my OG:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OGLs - Pei Qi, Jerome, Juanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Girls - Shihui, Ting En, Zhengning, Ling Ying, Rachel, Vanessa, Elaine, Melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boys - Jey-ren, Ling Yun (my dance partner haha), Liscoln, Dexter, Keng Onn, Darryl, Luther, Joshua, Qi Wei, Aiysh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0EKSVwd4to/Ty-NzNdcr-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/I0e57WP4ZGw/s400/OGL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705935163827728354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MT 09 IRONMEN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realize we have one OG picture after all. We took this after exchanging our presents after Campfire! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And class allocation's out, I'm in 13SO3C. There's 26 people in my class, with 16 girls. Not sure if Jia Le's gonna transfer in though. At first I didn't like my class because all the people I wanted to be in the same class with (yearmates, Celine) weren't in my class. But now I've accepted my class and realize it isn't that bad actually! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been pretty antisocial actually, need to go and mix around and welcome people with open arms. Not literally of course haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, if you find the picture that concludes this post familiar, this part is for you - I read your blog, and realized you're still reading mine haha. Anyway, I didn't know you encountered the same thing about friendships too, and I hope that you won't feel sad about them anymore. If they don't value your friendship as much, then they shouldn't become your priority either. Find other people who accepts and likes you for who you are, they're the ones that are deserving of your time and love!(: And you can just come and talk to me anytime you want too (: Like really, I'm not that scary haha! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you read the above and realized it's for you haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so good luck to everyone with school then (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BKYahZEsLg/Ty-PwjPZlzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/t9QJ4DT_W_8/s400/124.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705937317158033202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8872710726764057318?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8872710726764057318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8872710726764057318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8872710726764057318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8872710726764057318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-C0EKSVwd4to/Ty-NzNdcr-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/I0e57WP4ZGw/s72-c/OGL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-3099991427726429807</id><published>2012-01-29T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:23:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello everyone, let me introduce you to my very good friend Loh Jing Min. Here's a picture of her (check out her expression):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfhiX8jkugU/TyTkkDzphFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/BaNWaDugH1c/s400/JM%2Brevised.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702934336306250834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay it's actually quite small and blurry ): But still HAHAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm down with fever ): At first I had mild fever so I decided to go for Frisbee, hoping to sweat it out, but nah it didn't work. And according to my dear friend who's photo is up there, she says that when she's having fever and she do sports, her fever will go up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well but anyway today's frisbee was fun! I really like the first group I was in, it was all the Topaz members versus the non-Topaz people haha. It was Jing Min, Pin, Edwin, Nicholas and me versus Wenxi, Desiree, Cyrus, Brian and Lim Jing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we talked a lot too, our conversation ranged from subject combis to universities to which clinic we visit when we're sick to Chinese medicine. Go figure haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I realized that to me, talking is some sort of energy booster. Like I was really feeling terrible just now, but after talking a lot during lunch I feel more energized. Somehow when I talk, I will no longer feel tired or sleepy and sick. And don't tell me to talk to myself, it only works if I'm talking to people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to watch my third episode of Tree of Deep Roots now, bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-3099991427726429807?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3099991427726429807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=3099991427726429807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3099991427726429807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3099991427726429807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-everyone-let-me-introduce-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-hfhiX8jkugU/TyTkkDzphFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/BaNWaDugH1c/s72-c/JM%2Brevised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-2980761802469211916</id><published>2012-01-28T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T04:23:02.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmF5EXkag9E/TyO9gPcFGGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Y8JUuik0JZo/s1600/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmF5EXkag9E/TyO9gPcFGGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Y8JUuik0JZo/s400/freedom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702609914778949730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'M FREE!:D I feel like my holiday has just started, which technically is, since from today till Monday, I can actually do anything I like without worrying about schoolwork etc :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SAT was good (: I thought it was the most interesting paper out of all 12 papers I've done (including today's). The passages were interesting, and I knew almost all the words! And I'm so happy I managed to stay concentrated and alert throughout the whole nearly 4 hours process (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It ended around 1 plus, which was really late cos we were expecting to be released at 12 plus. Anyway, Sara, Chelsea, Esther, Clara, Hazel, Ruoxi, Debra and I went to eat lunch together at Pastamania! We went to Bedok Point since the VIP yearmates needed to go back to the campsite after that. Wah the train ride from Buona Vista to Bedok passed so quickly cos I was busy talking to them (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so happy I got to spend time with my yearmates, it's been a while since we last got together as a group and enjoy each other's company. Okay sounds quite weird, but it's true! And reply me about Monday if you're reading this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm going to start watching Tree of Deep Roots :D It's 24 episodes long, should be able to finish by next Friday at least right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lala I'm very happy now bye bye (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finished watching the first episode of Tree of Deep Roots aka Deep Rooted Tree. It's so confusing! I don't really understand the context of the drama yet because it's like a historical drama set in the past, and all the men look so identical, I have to think very long before I know whether he's the good guy or bad guy haha. But Joong Ki's acting is super good, it just feels so real. I admit that in the past, I always thought he was just a pretty boy in Runningman and that he has brains, but I never knew anything about his acting talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah yes and I forgot to mention just now that on the way home, I stopped at the library. And I finally borrowed the book I've been waiting for!:D It's Iron Knight by Julie Kagawa, the fourth book of the Iron Fey series (although she initially said there'll only be 3 books lol). I was waiting for it to be published last year, and then I forgot about it. Until I saw this girl reading the book on the train, and I realized that the book can be found in libraries. For the past week I've been stalking the nlb website trying to see if the person who borrowed the book returned it, and you can imagine my delight when he/she returned it yesterday hehe :D Now I'll no longer be bored on my train ride to and from school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grah I think I'm developing a sore throat ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-2980761802469211916?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2980761802469211916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=2980761802469211916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2980761802469211916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2980761802469211916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-freed-i-feel-like-my-holiday-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-PmF5EXkag9E/TyO9gPcFGGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Y8JUuik0JZo/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-722888300082150812</id><published>2012-01-27T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:20:25.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;SAT's tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the freedom I can finally enjoy. Have not decided what I'm going to from Saturday afternoon to Monday yet. Should I watch a new drama or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only started to study for Essay today, and since I bought the 900+ pages guidebook, I had 11 essays to do. Did 7 essays, and when I was on the 8th I got so bored and tired, and my hand was super painful, so I stopped. In the end I just read the question and thought about it and moved on haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha I was bored from studying so I went to take a photo of the things I used to study SAT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-__kDE-b8c4c/TyKkHFkdCyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/UEswqzF9ZI0/s400/2012-01-27%2B16.57.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702300519865584418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm very very scared I get lost tomorrow. Why is ACJC so ulu! Please please please don't let me get lost and be late. I spent a long time on Google Maps, and SBS Transit just now ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm just left with reading my little notebook, where every unknown word that I came across while studying for SAT (including those from this book that I was reading) is written in the book together with the explanation. So hardworking right haha! I'm hoping this book can come into use when I start learning GP too or something, since GP requires good vocabulary, something I'm lacking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes Chinese New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to my paternal grandfather's house for Reunion Dinner on Sunday. After we returned home, my brother and I stayed up till 12 midnight. We stayed awake by playing Scrabble, Knock Knock and Daidi. And for Scrabble we managed to use up all the letters! Here's a picture of our completed game:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Haha yes Jim is a word I don't care :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjoACD9g3uY/TyKkVayPqXI/AAAAAAAAA_M/o9uOzlAw2Sk/s400/2012-01-22%2B23.24.17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702300766078740850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Went to my maternal grandmother's house for the first half of Monday. Played BlackJack,  Daidi and Knock Knock with my cousins, and I won 30 cents haha. First time I actually won money, in previous years I always went home with less money than I brought out. Maybe it's cos I decided to be superstitious and brought $8.80 haha, I wanted to bring $8.88 but I didn't have 3 1-cent coins ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that my uncle sent us by car to my paternal grandfather's house. Played a bit of BlackJack with my aunts and older cousins. They are crazy seriously, they bet like $4 or $5 at least. And one of my aunts actually bet $10 and she got Double Ace (ban ban) so my uncle who was the dealer had to pay her $30. But in the end, my uncle covered his lost too since he won money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Helped my dad (okay not really) to set up the mahjong table, and I learnt the basics of mahjong. Ahh finally man, I mean since young I've watched my father and relatives play mahjong during CNY, or else I would be lounging in the sofa watching those mahjong shows on TV (they love to screen mahjong related shows during CNY), but I never understood how to play the game. Played a bit with my brother and cousin. By basic, I really mean basic, like we didn't bother about money or tai or whatever. Just if can hu then hu lor haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Tuesday, we went to my paternal grandfather's house again, and we were all waiting to see our nephews! My cousin married her Switz guy so my nephews have mixed blood. Everyone was ogling over the younger nephew who was born last August (I think), while I was trying to make friends with the older nephew! He's 4 this year (I think, sorry I only see them at most twice a year), and he's super adorable! I actually prefer kids at this age because they can talk and you can play and interact with them, it's more fun than staring at a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a picture of them (haha Jing Min if you're reading this, do you feel jealous hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdYNZhqwMKE/TyKhs_x8pSI/AAAAAAAAA-o/UikahapCx7I/s400/2012-01-24%2B20.18.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702297872611714338" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmmmPlJ1-iQ/TyKiSTPtWeI/AAAAAAAAA-0/B0Q7oznspEg/s400/2012-01-24%2B13.44.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702298513491974626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah and yes I finally saw my cousin who was in Singapore for 3 weeks during his term break at Cornell University. He's gonna get his PhD in Electric Engineering next year! I didn't know that he's on a A*STAR scholarship though. And my other cousin is going to get her PhD in Chinese soon. I had no idea you can get a PhD in Chinese ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup okay my hand's aching from all the typing. Got to start reading my little notebook now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please please please don't let me fall sick ): I studied a lot for SAT, so if want fall sick also fall sick after this test please? Everyone in my family except me is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha Gary's Europe tour photos are so cute!(: And I laughed at the photo where he says that his manager took a big bite out of this butter stick that he thought was cheese lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Random but I think "flibbertigibbet" is such a cute word! It means a person who's not serious enough or talks a lot about silly things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ending off with this picture (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GagIss0TCvs/TyKbi2g_l7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/F3sYdqo3ExA/s400/123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702291101256226738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-722888300082150812?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/722888300082150812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=722888300082150812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/722888300082150812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/722888300082150812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sats-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-__kDE-b8c4c/TyKkHFkdCyI/AAAAAAAAA_A/UEswqzF9ZI0/s72-c/2012-01-27%2B16.57.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6993421861797401644</id><published>2012-01-22T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T05:40:05.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'll be blessed!:D (Haha this is a line from My Girl, the first Korean drama that I watched, and the drama I'm currently rewatching)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking forward to gambling with my cousins hehehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igrjX7pMeNE/TxwRgyAQWSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oBqMj7VkHY8/s400/CNy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700450483220535586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6993421861797401644?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6993421861797401644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6993421861797401644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6993421861797401644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6993421861797401644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-yeard-youll-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-igrjX7pMeNE/TxwRgyAQWSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/oBqMj7VkHY8/s72-c/CNy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-2098361555006386933</id><published>2012-01-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:24:34.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back to my usual happy self haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanted to blog about this for quite a while already, but I kept forgetting. I realize that I learn random things during the weirdest times, like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Snapping my fingers - I was probably around 6, and I was sitting at the dinner table with my back facing the kitchen, and I was just trying to snap my fingers for fun while waiting for my mum to get the Panadol for my fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) Moving my ear - I was erm sitting on the toilet bowl doing you know what, and then I was trying to push my spectacles up my nose without touching it, and I realize it kind of moves my ear in the process. Though my mum and brother say I'm moving my face nor my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) Rolling my tongue to make the "rrrrr" sound - I was sitting at the back of the bicycle while one of my parent (can't remember who) was cycling me to somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4) Burping at anytime - Okay I can't remember when I first learn this, but I remember that back in P6, I couldn't finish drinking the can of coke when we were eating lunch at Kampong Glam for our learning journey. So I told Mindy that if I could burp 10 times consecutively, she would drink the remainder for me, and in the end I won haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5) Making my eyelids become double eyelids - I was sitting on the toilet bowl for this one too haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6) Whistling - Can't really remember when I first managed to do so, but I remember practising really hard in the lift because my brother and I were competing to see who could whistle first. In the end, I mastered it first, but he can whistle more notes than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I think that's about it? Maybe next time if I ever become famous and go on a variety show or something I can display these talents haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8c_C9mQ8n8/TxkysjlRfgI/AAAAAAAAA-E/15A4TxSRFMk/s400/121.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699642544461282818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-2098361555006386933?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2098361555006386933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=2098361555006386933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2098361555006386933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2098361555006386933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back-to-my-usual-happy-self-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-w8c_C9mQ8n8/TxkysjlRfgI/AAAAAAAAA-E/15A4TxSRFMk/s72-c/121.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1941277443862620198</id><published>2012-01-19T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:49:38.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was a bit moody just now thinking about the issue on friends. "Who are my true friends?" was the question that was bugging me. I guess you can't really know until something bad happens then you are able to see who really cares about you and shows it to you in action rather than just telling you in words that they are a true friend right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feeling kind of lonely now and I also realize that I don't actually have a guy friend. Like friend friend whom I can talk to, tell things to etc. And I wonder too, that other than most of my yearmates, who exactly treasures my companionship? (I'm hoping that most of my yearmates actually do like having me around) It's really kind of sad you know, when you value a friend a lot, and you think you're very close to them, but in the end you find out that they actually don't treat you as that close a friend as you treated them. And this feeling sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I don't really get the reason why people hold on to a relationship when everything's going wrong. I mean I know in a bgr, there are supposed to be ups and downs, but if one of them has been really upset for a long time, even to the extent of crying alone at home for a few days, then won't it be better to end things? I mean I know it's going to be painful, but you know like, short term pain is better than long term pain. Maybe it's just because I've never been in a relationship before, so perhaps there are other factors to consider which I can't think of right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh this is such a crappy post, I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling very happy ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8bzgI72R6k/Txe8b9S5RFI/AAAAAAAAA94/UQBkEntexf0/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699231041956955218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1941277443862620198?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941277443862620198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1941277443862620198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1941277443862620198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1941277443862620198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/was-bit-moody-just-now-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-S8bzgI72R6k/Txe8b9S5RFI/AAAAAAAAA94/UQBkEntexf0/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-2536092452391701721</id><published>2012-01-17T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:15:51.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One night ago, I had a really sweet and nice dream. In my dream, my friends were preparing a birthday surprise for me, and I knew that when I woke up it would be my birthday. I woke up feeling all happy and warm, only to discover moments later that it was still January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe to you it might seem like a very insignificant dream, but this dream has made me suddenly start anticipating for my birthday. I know that the process of waiting for a day to arrive is much better than how it feels like when the day actually arrives, but I still feel this sense of happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me, it's kind of weird to be anticipating about my birthday, because my birthday last year wasn't very good. Since young, I would always hear about people's "sweet sixteenth" so I thought that being 16 must be some big deal. But instead for me, it was the worst birthday I had so far, because I had to scold my juniors so severely during training that day. It was the worst scolding I've ever done, with some of the juniors even tearing up, and it didn't help at all that it was supposed to be my special day. Went home feeling horrible, empty and tired after such a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay enough about birthdays haha. Somehow, I just can't get the sentences above to flow together hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, didn't have to go to school today since I had my SNaPP session yesterday. It stands for "Sticky Notes and Push Pins", and at first we all thought it was some station games or fun-related activity, only to learn later that it was actually sex-ed. The reactions for the session is quite different for everyone, I know of people who said that the session was boring and a waste of time, but I actually found it pretty interesting. Having good facilitators was a big factor too! I think the best part was when we learnt about what the difference between boys and girls with reference to the language etc. Like how boys literally mean what they say, but girls usually mean the opposite haha. And I finally learned how to differentiate between infatuation and love, not that I need it right now, but rather that I've always wanted to have this practical definition kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent my day studying for SAT, watching FO ep 67, watching a bit of My Girl (which is the first Korean drama I watched), and going high singing along to songs. I'm actually quite surprised at the level of concentration I have shown when studying for SAT, the last time I could actually concentrate for more than 1 hour was in like P6? I'm not sure why, but after I entered secondary school, especially during the upper sec years, I just couldn't concentrate for long periods of time. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep, which actually makes a lot of sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, going to bathe now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvhchh7hqDA/TxVKOXkW6jI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Uk__UpN2vcw/s400/120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698542514212366898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-2536092452391701721?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2536092452391701721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=2536092452391701721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2536092452391701721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2536092452391701721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-night-ago-i-had-really-sweet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-uvhchh7hqDA/TxVKOXkW6jI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Uk__UpN2vcw/s72-c/120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4118917996162113472</id><published>2012-01-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:04:32.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wahaha my brother called just now, and I purposely went to answer it in a very low voice, asking "Who are you speaking to?" and he thought he called the wrong number and hurriedly ended the call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been very long since I last posted, reason being I'm busy these days with JIP. JIP stands for January Induction Programme where you go to RJ to listen to talks about academic matters, discipline, PW etc. It's like this introduction to JC thing, and even though a lot of people just fall asleep during the talks, I actually find some of them very meaningful and helpful. I mean, this is the first time I'm getting so much details about PW, GP and RD! (Sorry to those who don't understand the acronyms). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And some of the teachers have very good presentation skills too, like you could tell that the RD teacher really knew what he was talking about. The SL teacher made the talk very interesting, and it was an additional bonus that Melissa and I both thought he looked a little bit like Ryeowook haha. The KI teacher was so weird, being "pointlessly irritating" as he puts it himself, but he's so funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RJ's canteen is very different from RG's too. For one, the proportion of the food is a lot bigger than what we get in RG, but of course it's more expensive too. In RJ, the canteen stalls resemble Kopitiam a lot in the sense that you can see them cooking your food and all. I think the food in RJ taste a lot better (there's a lot more variety too!), but I prefer the atmosphere in RG, because it feels more like a family. The canteen aunties in RG can recognize us and will make small talk with us, and so we feel this sense of attachment with each other, so the ones in RJ feels very detached, like they're basically there to earn money by selling food to us and that's it, the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RJ is much much bigger than RG, and thankfully I didn't get lost in the campus! It helped a lot that the school tour that we went on during Open House (which technically lasted for more than 2 hours since we would stop by the booths halfway during the tour and then continue - the original 2 tour guides/befrienders got replaced by our 2 seniors haha) brought us to a lot of places in the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The travelling time to school is shorter by a bit too, and it's a lot more convenient. I really like the fact that the Marymount station is literally right outside the school gate, and that the school gate is very near to the canteen too, not like at some ulu corner that I had worried it would be in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, went for Open House last Tuesday with Ruoxi, Chelsea, Sara, Clara, Hazel, Esther and Jia Le. It was really funny cos when I was going to board the train at Pasir Ris, I saw this big bunch of girls checking out the map, and I came to the conclusion that they must have come from a chalet - and then I realized that they were from 411 who had their class chalet at Aloha Loyang! So I got to spend the journey to school with Jia Le and Celine, it was very fun catching up with them since I haven't seen them in a while!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a new experience for me to take public transport to school in the morning because I used to take school bus to school for the past 4 years, but it's been really interesting. But one scary thing about going to school is that there will be so many people (RJ people, RI boys, RG girls) at Paya Lebar, and since I'm a relatively antisocial people who won't take the first step to approach someone I don't know, I feel kind of uncomfortable when I see this huge crowd at the platform. It's kind of funny actually, because if you were to stand at Marymount station (the tap card area) in the morning, everytime a train comes by, this huge bunch (like more than 30, I think) of RJ people will exit the station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait for Orientation to start because of all the games and fun. I hope I get to be in the same OG as Sara which is possible, since we're sorted by houses, and we won't be in the same OG with our Sec 4 classmates. I hope I get nice OG mates and OGL, and then Orientation will really be a blast!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay ending off with this picture (not all the things are true for me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPk9AyiKIHs/TxPn38AC3TI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gtPJKj9hMu4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698152901738945842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4118917996162113472?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4118917996162113472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4118917996162113472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4118917996162113472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4118917996162113472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/wahaha-my-brother-called-just-now-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-iPk9AyiKIHs/TxPn38AC3TI/AAAAAAAAA9g/gtPJKj9hMu4/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7120574057798251082</id><published>2012-01-08T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:39:41.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's tomorrow O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so nervous to collect my O level results that I actually dreamt of receiving my results twice last night. In the first dream, I dreamt that I was looking at my result slip. I got B for Chinese (though it wasn't stated whether it was B3 or B4).  And for Malay, it was split into two sections - oral and writing, and for both I got D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then in the second dream, I still got B for Chinese, but this time I got C for Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh man, I just hope I don't get below B3 for both Chinese and Malay tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least my mum has been really nice, like when I was worrying she told me that things are already settled and finalized anyway. And when I told her about me dreaming that I got D for Malay, she told me that if I really did get D in real life, then just accept it. I'm really happy how she doesn't put too much pressure for me by demanding I get A1 for both subjects or something like that (: Just like how she told me before I collected my PSLE results that if I could get at least 250, she would be happy already, and that anything above that would be an added bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay ending here, good luck for results, everyone!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t67mOiwFJ4E/TwlyCfztxyI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vg66wwoy0oI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695208591010416418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 391px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7120574057798251082?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7120574057798251082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7120574057798251082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7120574057798251082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7120574057798251082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-tomorrow-o-im-so-nervous-to-collect.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-t67mOiwFJ4E/TwlyCfztxyI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vg66wwoy0oI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7649779922101215255</id><published>2012-01-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:24:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First sign that you are drifting apart from your friends? When your friend gets into a relationship and you have absolutely no idea of it until you see it on FB the next day (technically it's counted as second hand information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so there you have it, Chelsea is afterall the first one from our year to get a boyfriend, not Sara or Esther or me (I still can't believe the juniors thought I would be the first one lol). Hers is from VIP not JC, but should still be counted la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm having mixed feelings in the sense that I'm glad she's happy but I'm sad because we aren't as close as we used to be anymore. I'm worried that the 4 years of friendship and yearmate-ship we've shared will be a thing of the past, because we don't have a common platform anymore. I'm not in VIP, and we're probably not going to be in the same class or CCA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then it gets me thinking - what if all my friends from secondary school (yearmates, close friends etc) all go through the same thing? What if we all drift apart because we no longer have a common platform to connect, so the things that we can talk about would slowly decrease, and eventually we just end up as friends that you only say hi to when you see each other around school, and nothing more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the first time that I'm actually worried about JC life. All along (actually since last year), I've been looking forward to JC because it's a new stage in life, and it will be a whole new experience. But I guess I took it for granted that all the close bonds that I've forged with my friends will remain the same for the rest of my life, so now I'm starting to worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like for my VIP yearmates (other than Ruoxi), I have not met them face to face since the last day of school since they couldn't come for POP Chalet. And we didn't have any year outings during the holidays too since everyone had a different schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another aspect of JC life that is worrying is, well, boys. I grew up with boys (as in all my neighbours are boys) and I came from a mixed school so I thought that I would naturally be able to interact with the boys in JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then, there's this FB group on RI(JC) '13 for our batch, and after looking at the things that some of the boys posted, I'm having doubts. In a sense, I'm experiencing a culture shock, because I was so surprised by how some of the boys were insulting each other (like really crude comments) on the group. It was then that I realize that being in a girls' school for 4 years had got me to become accustomed to a girls-only environment, and of course, boys behave differently from girls. Like even if I do have interaction with boys through RCYC, ULP and of course, during frisbee, they are all the nicer type of boys who are much more gentlemanly and refined and what else. I know that there are boys in JC who will be as nice as the ones that I'm friends with now, but all the same, what if? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess the bottomline of all these is that I'm not as ready for JC life as I thought I was. I'm not ready for all the changes that's going to come my way, I don't think I'm prepared to accept them as of now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694724971942401730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJF_9dEnQN4/Twe6MKYsVsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/aNaeCxoOXf0/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7649779922101215255?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7649779922101215255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7649779922101215255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7649779922101215255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7649779922101215255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-JJF_9dEnQN4/Twe6MKYsVsI/AAAAAAAAA9I/aNaeCxoOXf0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4890210712832635624</id><published>2012-01-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T04:27:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First off, here's a picture for each and everyone of you currently reading this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_SOZGx7SVk/TwWW22eIVbI/AAAAAAAAA88/tLNAeOS6T2w/s400/118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694123172958852530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Believe in yourself, you are a much better person than who you think you are!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so for starters, I'll talk a bit about these 2 articles that I read after seeing the link on Andrea's FB. The first is titled "Diary of a reformed elitist" while the second is titled "Don't Work. Be Hated. Love Someone". Both are written by different people, but both have the ability to leave a very big impact after you're done. I really enjoyed reading the articles, especially the second one because it's actually a transcript of a speech at a convocation, so there's humour in it as well. So, here's the link! (just click on the titles below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alittlenudge.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/diary-of-a-reformed-elitist/"&gt;"Diary of a reformed elitist"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alittlenudge.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/dont-work-be-hated-love-someone/"&gt;"Don't Work. Be Hated. Love Someone."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you took some time off to read at least one of the articles, and that it has led you to think more deeply about your life (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so today was spent studying for SAT again, think I've done about 80 plus pages? I'm currently at the Maths section, and it's kind of ironic how they explained it in words, I mean, isn't Maths supposed to be about formulas, numbers, equations etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about numbers, I just finished watching episode 75 of RM, which is a Mathematical Race. Wah I won't have the willpower and concentration to arrange all the numbers and signs so that the final answer will be 1. I just sat there looking at the cast members arranging it with a blank mind oops haha. And I realized Minho wasn't as bad as I thought he was, he's quite charming actually haha. And he's super athletic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay enough about Korean-related stuff for now, or else I will bore those who have no interest in Kpop, like Jing Min haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just sharing one of the thoughts that run through my mind - what exactly is the real me? Depending on whom I'm with, I tend to behave differently. And this leads to even myself being confused about which personality really is me. And after thinking for some time, I think the time when I would really be myself without a care for my image etc would be when I'm with my yearmates. When I'm with them, I just say and do all the crazy and random things that I think of, and I don't need to worry about how they will look at me etc. I'm really grateful that they have accepted me for who I am, thank you so much!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, I'm not saying that I'm faking my personality when I'm with others, but I guess it's just that there are other factors to consider, for example, being situationally aware, so all these place certain restrictions on the things you can say and do. But of course, I don't pretend to be someone I'm not, I just restrain myself a bit that kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saw on FB that Jblock is a lot nicer now, I wonder what changes it has undergone! Did they paint other colours on it or what! Excited to go back to school after 1 month to see all the changes! And I heard that Hall Assembly's time is changed, seems like the timetable has been reshuffled once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I learnt that Badge Initiation will now involve a whole school, and that the Sec 4s will be pinning on the school badge for the Sec 1s! I really support this change, because I think it's so meaningful! I think I may be the only one, but I think it's really sweet and sisterly! And I wonder which Sec 4 will be pinning the badge for my cousin, I hope it's someone I know!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another serious thought - do we dislike someone because they are too similar to us? Whenever I think about the people I dislike and the way they behave (which is primarily the reason for my dislike), it scares me to notice that I can actually imagine myself behaving in the same exact manner. So does this mean that I dislike someone because I don't approve of the way they act, or is it because they are too similar to me for my liking? I have not found an answer to this yet, so I can't give a definite reply as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, this post is quite a serious post isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need to go back to study the SAT guide book (there's more than 900 pages in it, and I'm at 200+ now), shall end off with this picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I'm not encouraging procrastination alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.P.S. Will update the links at the side soon, most of the people changed their blog links and all already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNI3OWOLiR8/TwWWZvdEW6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/O9xsTQjF88M/s400/119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694122672859143074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4890210712832635624?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4890210712832635624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4890210712832635624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4890210712832635624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4890210712832635624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-hey-first-off-heres-picture-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-M_SOZGx7SVk/TwWW22eIVbI/AAAAAAAAA88/tLNAeOS6T2w/s72-c/118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-390493933409712896</id><published>2012-01-04T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T03:48:43.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay it's official. O Level results to be released on 9 Jan at 2pm. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well okay anyway, yesterday before I slept I made a promise to myself to concentrate and study for SAT in the morning, and that I'll only switch on the computer after 3pm (yes, the computer is a very huge distraction to me), and yay, I kept the promise! Read more than 50 pages already, I hope the next few days will see such progress too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just finished dinner, now I'm back on the computer!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went down to play badminton with my brother, but it was too windy, then we switched to frisbee, but it got boring too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So bloated now after eating dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, 10 more pages and I would have read 100 pages from the SAT book today! Woohoo yeah, I don't feel that worried about not being able to finish in time now. Please let me be able to concentrate as well for the next few days (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched the performance by Haha and JongKook on the SBS Gayo Daejun, and Kwangsoo did his trademark dance haha! I'm so happy that the RM members are now like family, they can joke around with each other and all! It's really like FO, which I'm watching now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, we got banned from iNet starting today. I'm so glad I went to take a look at it once every 2 days or so, at least now I don't regret for not accessing it for one last time. Haha but actually you can just hack into someone else's account, because most of the school population's password is the same. Well, at least that is the case in our batch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about our batch, I think we are really unique. As in we do things that are not typical or standard. Take FAM for example - in previous batches, going for FAM is the norm, but for our batch, not going for FAM is the norm instead. In fact, the school had to keep persuading us to go because the attendance did not meet the minimum requirement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ending off with this flowchart then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PMWaOwX5F9g/TwQ7kBYshUI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-_e8ymNuB7Y/s400/117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693741318936495426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-390493933409712896?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/390493933409712896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=390493933409712896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/390493933409712896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/390493933409712896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/okay-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-PMWaOwX5F9g/TwQ7kBYshUI/AAAAAAAAA8k/-_e8ymNuB7Y/s72-c/117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6707325171624385734</id><published>2012-01-03T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:12:51.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched T-ara's Lovey Dovey mv, and then rewatched Cry Cry mv, and I think they are really awesome! Love the storyline and the acting. Ji Yeon looked really cool in the new style, and Cha Seung Won and Ji Chang Wook were awesome! Eunjung's hair looks like Maggi Mee though haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it was through the mv that I found out about "We were in love" by T-ara and Davichi. I love the song, it's so nice!(: Okay I shall embed this video haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZVHPKBlw4-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wow I can actually play the video here before I post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the rest of the school population starts school today, it feels kind of surreal since I'm still staying at home the whole day. I realized that I won't ever go back to secondary school for lessons, time really flies yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For some reason, I don't feel that sad about graduating from secondary school. Perhaps it's because of the feeling that I could just pop by in school with my yearmates anytime I want. And also because most of my classmates and friends that I knew from secondary school are all going to JC, so I know we will still be together for the next 2 years. I remember feeling very sad after we graduated from primary school, even now when we go back, everyone, including the teachers, treat you differently as when we were still in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to go down to play badminton with my brother, hope the court will be empty! Okay I got forced by my mum to go down to exercise actually haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone I know once told me this, and I happened to chance upon this just now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGSXSyGomow/TwLEz6UXRzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zGP1CXlO_Us/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693329275056768818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow if this was true, it would be really really cool, since I dream of a lot of people, and there are a few people whom I dream of really often (no matter how creepy this sounds). I always thought that if I dream of someone it would be because in the daytime I think about them. I mean, in quite a few of my dreams, the event in the dream would be similar to something that really happened in real life, like my interaction with a particular person or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aww Kshownow isn't subbing episode 75 of RM yet, so for the time being, I'm back to watching Family Outing! Just finished watching the episode where Cha Tae Hyun was the guest, going to watch the one with Jang Hyuk and then the next one where both of them appear! I love how Jong Kook, Tae Hyun and Jang Hyuk are very good friends, aptly named as the "3 dragon friends". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then ending this off with a picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLItwnOBYvc/TwLFxaGbbOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tz0E5ooLw5o/s400/116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693330331560275170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6707325171624385734?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6707325171624385734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6707325171624385734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6707325171624385734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6707325171624385734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-yo-watched-t-aras-lovey-dovey-mv.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/ZVHPKBlw4-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7703613806173494646</id><published>2012-01-02T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:27:33.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second day of the year, but the first 2 nights of the year, I've been having bad dreams. I wouldn't say it's a nightmare, but it's very scary, and what made it worse was the fact that it felt so real, as if it could really happen in real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to my uncle's house yesterday evening. Played at the playground with my cousins till 8pm, we kept wondering why it was still so bright when it was already after 7. Got tired really easily, I must be too old or something. Either that or too unfit haha. There were a lot of other kids who stayed till very late too, usually at the playground everyone goes home by 7:30. And there was this boy who is super good in rollerblading, I think he's around my age or younger but my cousin says he's 20 hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate steamboat for dinner, and talked to my uncle and aunt about school life, because my cousin's coming to my school! I think it would have been a lot cooler if we had been in school at the same time, it's like having a younger sister around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While talking, I realize that time really flies. I mean I'm 16 now, and I still can't believe I've been in existence for so long already. And 3 of my cousins are going to start their secondary school life tomorrow, while my brother's in upper sec now. And my other cousin who's going to be P2 next year. Well all these cousins are from my maternal side, as for my paternal side, I'm the second youngest (my brother's the youngest), and we don't really talk when we meet up so yeah. Actually, I talk more to my older cousins (those above 30), because they're more friendly and will want to engage you in conversations, while my cousins that are only a few years older than me always sit at their own corners to listen to music or use their phones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's going to be Chinese New Year in less than a month! Looking forward to seeing my Eurasian nephews, I think the older one has learnt how to talk. And there's also my other nephew to play with! Wow I just realized I have 3 nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay this is such a random post, but this is also part of the attempt to push the video in the previous post down so that it doesn't block the chatbox heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The holidays are almost gone, come to think of it, I can't remember how I spent it. There's the Indonesia trip, POP Chalet, camping trip, painting the house. Hmm where did the rest of days go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow I realize if Orientation really starts on 31 Jan, then I don't need to go to school for a lot of days this month! And when's O Level results release, I keep hearing people saying that it's on 9 Jan, but there's no official announcement yet! And I'm afraid I screwed up, even if it's just Chinese and Malay ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, ending here so that I can start studying for SAT. Almost half a day is gone, but I've only been awake for 1.5 hours hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SorWsgpWrrI/TwEj4L5XKtI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AG9Lz7orQQc/s400/110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692870852146047698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7703613806173494646?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7703613806173494646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7703613806173494646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7703613806173494646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7703613806173494646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-day-of-year-but-first-2-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-SorWsgpWrrI/TwEj4L5XKtI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AG9Lz7orQQc/s72-c/110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7033451365310956691</id><published>2012-01-01T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:06:26.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;HELLO PEOPLE, HAPPY NEW YEAR!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out to Tampines Mall and Century Square in the evening yesterday, bought 2 shirts that I really like haha. After that, ate prata at Century Square Food Junction, and then headed home. Watched a bit of You're Beautiful, then we watched the countdown event at VivoCity on Channel 8, but frankly, it was pretty boring. I don't know why they went to mute the audience sound such that only the sound from the Emcees and performers' mike could be heard, to me, it felt very surreal and quiet. Anyway, changed to Channel U to watch Scandal Makers, it's awesome! Cha Tae Hyun really suit the role, and I didn't recognize that the female lead was Park Bo Young! I didn't really like her and her aegyo when she was on RM, but now I have different feelings haha. And the little boy is super cute! Slept at 2 last night/this morning haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up at 8:30am today, ate and then went down for frisbee at 9:30. There were 11 people today - Jing Min, Jeaneve, Wenxi, Desiree, Edwin, Pin, Cyrus, Brain, Lim Jing and my brother. Played 3 rounds I think, it was really tiring, and it got quite messy at the end because there were so many people. And then afterwards, we sat down and talked, I really hope that we can go on an overseas trip together after A Levels haha!(: But please just keep it to Malaysia can, going to Europe is going to burn a hole in all our pockets ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watching the OST videos from Scandal Makers, it's really awesome!:D Shall embed one of it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uyy19Zx340k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I saw this on Allkpop, I think Gary's words really make a lot of sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I go on my Twitter, there are so many people who are preparing to find jobs, and high school students preparing for college. I'm concerned for all of them. They say that the suffering you endure when you are younger is a way for you to pay your dues early and make room for better things in the future. Keep at it until you are calloused and bruised. Although you may be hurt and bleeding now, a better day will come. Hard work will never betray you. I hope everyone will be uplifted and encouraged!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, ending off with a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIu9ufK7aHo/TwAGqX3udyI/AAAAAAAAA70/ztFRJCtvH44/s400/114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692557254028326690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7033451365310956691?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7033451365310956691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7033451365310956691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7033451365310956691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7033451365310956691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-people-happy-new-year-went-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/uyy19Zx340k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-5450368533363067253</id><published>2011-12-31T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:09:41.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today marks the last day of 2011. To me, it has been quite a good year, in terms of family, academics (okay maybe not so much haha), CCA, friends, everything (: I don't know why, but I like the digits "2011" better than "2012", the latter seems quite..weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, have not blogged since last week, because since last Tuesday, I've been painting my house with my family, only finished yesterday. Which means we took 11 days to paint the whole of our house, excluding our storeroom. Now, every room is a different colour from before, and I'm liking this change (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So everyday we would wake up before 9, eat breakfast, start painting, someone will go and buy takeout for lunch, have lunch, continue painting, someone buy dinner, have dinner, continue painting (if need be), wash up, sleep, and the cycle repeats. And of course there are breaks in between haha. Sounds boring, but it's actually a very different experience! And you get this sense of achievement after that because the results of your hard work is very obvious (: Haha actually I was just mainly in charge of touching up and painting the skirting, cornices, small areas etc, because I prefer using brushes than the rollers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just finished watching Runningman episode 74, RM is seriously daebak :D And I went to catch up on episodes 44 and 45, which I realized I missed out the other time, so now I've watched all the episodes!:D I'm so glad I knew about RM when it was still at the initial stage, so I could watch all the episodes and see how the relationship between the cast members develop. I really love the Monday couple! And I like it when Ji Hyo and Jong Kook team up to form the Ace team! And Yoo Jae Suk is an awesome man seriously. And of course the other members are awesome too, love all of them!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully we're going out later. Wanted to go out with my cousins, but they have plans already ): And all the frisbee people are out at lunch with Mr Tan, alamak if I had known that I would be free now I would have gone as well, because when Pin asked we were still painting and we thought we might not finish by Saturday. Oh well ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here's wishing everyone a happy year ahead! May 2012 be a meaningful year where everyone will grow and develop in all aspects, and that everyone will be healthy and happy!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRu6PESMEnQ/Tv6YgQ3lJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/c8QIFHLL4OE/s1600/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRu6PESMEnQ/Tv6YgQ3lJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/c8QIFHLL4OE/s400/113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692154659094210498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-5450368533363067253?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5450368533363067253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=5450368533363067253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5450368533363067253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5450368533363067253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-marks-last-day-of-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-VRu6PESMEnQ/Tv6YgQ3lJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/c8QIFHLL4OE/s72-c/113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8124462809828340485</id><published>2011-12-19T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:09:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a long, rainy day. Rained from morning, and now it's still raining. Thank god the weather wasn't like this on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the event that I've been anticipating for the past 1 and a half months was actually the camping trip. Camped at Pasir Ris Park for one night with all 3 families from my maternal side, so there were a total of 8 adults and 6 children, excluding my grandma who came on Saturday but didn't stay overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It rained at 12 noon and 2pm on Saturday, and we were really worried that we had to cancel the BBQ and overnight camp, so in the end my uncle's family came over to my house at 3:30pm. In the end, we decided to head over to the park to see if there were any available shelters, and from there, decide our next move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By then, it had stopped raining though the ground was still wet. Thankfully, the large shelter place was not used (there were people who parked their bicycles there, but none of them were staying overnight), so we decided to camp there for the night, and proceeded to pitch one of our 3 tents. While waiting for the other 2 families to arrive, my twin cousins, my brother and I decided to go to the playground first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon after, my other cousins arrived so all of us played at the playground. Spent a long time at the playground and the spider web, my cousin climbed up to the top for the first time! Haha I have no idea how she suddenly mustered so much courage because she's afraid of heights and she has never climbed more than half the height before! And I realize that the older you get the slower you take to climb, last time when I was still in lower primary I could climb to the top really really fast, but now I take so much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway after that we went back to the shelter, realized that all the men went out to buy more stuff (I thought this was really cute haha). We went on to pitch the other 2 tents, and played knock knock in the tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that my dad and my uncles set up this makeshift BBQ thing. We originally booked a BBQ pit, but it was so far away from the shelter, and anyway it might rain anytime, so we just settled for a makeshift pit to have our BBQ. Didn't get directly involved with the BBQ this time, in fact, all I did this round was just stand there and help shine the torchlight at the food since it was dark and there were no lights in the shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate up the food, then all the kids bundled up in one tent, and we distributed the glow sticks that we bought. We bought the thin kinds where you could join them into necklaces or bracelets, and for me, I used the glow stick that Chelsea and Ruoxi gave me for my birthday last year, thankfully, it didn't expire yet! Had a fun time fixing the glow sticks and everyone was very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we accompanied our grandma and my uncle to the carpark as he was sending my grandma home. Then while walking back, I spotted a toad which my cousin nearly stepped on, and initially everyone thought I was just trying to scare her by lying that there was a toad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to the shelter, then later my cousin discovered that the glow stick she tied around her leg broke, so the liquid spilled onto her leg and shoes, and they were glowing in the dark. Went to the toilet to wash her leg, and then we went back to the tents to play blackjack. And in the tent, we hung up our glow sticks at the top of the tent, and my cousin went to kick it, and after a while one of the sticks broke and the liquid spilled out again. On the same cousin somemore, she was very irritated haha, her shirt was covered with the liquid, so she had to change her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a while, the adults were trying to get us to sleep. I planned to stay up past midnight, but for some reason I was really tired, so all of us went to sleep at 11 plus. My brother wanted to sleep on the hammock, and my youngest cousin fell asleep earlier on, so there were only 4 of us in the 6-men tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't a very comfortable sleep, for one it was very cold, shouldn't have worn FBTs to sleep. And then the floor was very hard, so it needed getting used to. But the most important thing was that my uncles and my mum didn't sleep the whole night so they were sitting outside on the groundsheet talking, so we could hear everything. Woke up at 3am in the morning cos I needed to pee, then afterwards I found out that my cousin sleeping beside me was awake as well. She was so frustrated at the hard ground, and complained that she couldn't lie down properly haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, I fell asleep again and woke up at 6. Wanted to see the sunrise, but the clouds were obscuring the view. Helped to cook maggi noodles for breakfast, my cousins ate cup noodles. Sat around, talked a bit, played Frisbee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the toilet, the cleaner told us that her boss told her that our DPM was coming to Pasir Ris Park at around 8-9am. We guessed that it was Mr Teo Chee Hean, but we didn't see him at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It rained twice after that, like you can actually see the rain slowing crossing the sea and then it starts raining. At around 11am, we packed up, and left for lunch. Decided that we would eat at Downtown East, so my uncles drove us there, and all of us had lunch at the Kopitiam. Everyone was tired, there wasn't much conversation at the kids' table haha. After that, we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Helped to wash things and clean up, then went for a refreshing shower. After that, my dad and brother went to sleep, but I dragged my mum down to accompany me to the Christmas Fiesta that the RC organized at the Multi-function hall, in conjunction with the new RC's opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The RC is actually quite small as compared to the other one where we went for Better English classes last time. And so few people went for the event, the one that was organized a few years ago was better, I remember there was this very fun game where all of us had a balloon tied to our legs and we had to go around bursting other people's balloon while protecting our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end, there was a lucky draw, and we won third prize! First time I won something at a lucky draw, and coincidentally, I actually had this feeling that I would win something from the top 3 prizes in the morning. The presence of my sixth sense has been proven! And I got to shake hands and take photos with Mr Zainal, who's the MP in charge. I wonder how they will use the photo though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so this is the second time I've gone camping with my family, the first time was in June. I've always liked the idea of camping since young, and I'm really happy that I got to do it for real this year. And for this round of camping, I was actually the organizer, arranging all the details with my relatives and all, so there's an added satisfaction. How I wish that we can all go camping in June next year, and since it won't be the rainy season then, we will be able to set up camp in the grass this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, and at the shelter that we camped at, there was this Caucasian man whom we could tell had been residing at the beach for quite a while now. He moves really slowly, as if he has not eaten for a few days, he bends forward while walking, and he goes around barefooted although he owns a pair of slippers. The first time we interacted with him was when we saw him opening a plastic bag full of things, so we thought he was stealing other people's possession, only to find out that the items belonged to him. At first, I was really wary of him, but by the end of the trip, I had respect for him. Even though he was what people would call a tramp, I could tell that he had a sense of pride and dignity, like he wasn't ashamed of himself, even when other people would cast accusing stares at him. And he was really neat too, like he would put his belongings orderly and make sure that he did not cause us any inconveniences and all. And the coolest thing is that he knows how to do taiji (or some taiji-like thing), like we saw him standing on top of the breakwater and doing the actions. Could tell from his movements that he was a professional, it felt as if he was at complete ease in his current situation. Sometimes, I would wonder if he was actually just trying out how life as a tramp feels like (like all the ST reporters like to try other jobs and write about their experiences) , or perhaps he was seeking solace and ease by living outside with nature and meditating, but all the same, I really respect him. While walking towards the carpark, my cousin and I tried to shout goodbyes to him, but he couldn't hear us properly. My other cousin asked me why I cared about this man whom we didn't even know or have any proper interaction with, but I guess it's just that I can't help but respect him. Oh and I thought he was in his late 30s, but my relatives said he probably was in his late 50s, with one my uncles saying that he was in his 70s although he didn't look like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so it's getting pretty late, I'll end here. We didn't take any photos during the camping trip, so I have no photos related to the trip to post. Instead, I'll share this picture, not sure if I've posted this before though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8Oh3X42Zkc/Tu9J8CGzQpI/AAAAAAAAA7c/siVZdTH8vlE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8Oh3X42Zkc/Tu9J8CGzQpI/AAAAAAAAA7c/siVZdTH8vlE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687846150098600594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8124462809828340485?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8124462809828340485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8124462809828340485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8124462809828340485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8124462809828340485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-been-long-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-n8Oh3X42Zkc/Tu9J8CGzQpI/AAAAAAAAA7c/siVZdTH8vlE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-5838011917880458682</id><published>2011-12-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:11:54.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These 2 nights I've been having weird dreams. I'll post about the second dream I had last night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so all the Sec 4s had to go back to school for the first day of school, as in back to RGS. It was weird since we already graduated, but then we just went back because we were free and JC had not started yet. Somehow, the background was actually that of my primary school rather than secondary school, and there were teachers from both primary and secondary school there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, when we reached there we realize that it was some National Day celebrations thing (doesn't make sense, I know). Then the UGs had to do the parade thing, and there weren't enough people from Red Cross, so Hazel and I joined the contingent. The next thing I knew, I was in the Red Cross uniform, only that it was the boy's outfit, complete with white pants, black socks and black shoes. Anyway, while waiting I was playing some squatting game, so the polish from my boots got rubbed on the white pants and it was dirty. And then later I forgot I was in uniform and I actually sat down to tie my shoelaces so the uniform got even dirtier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then I was very thirsty so I wanted to find a watercooler, and I finally found one very weird one somewhere. Then I realized that the parade was starting soon so I rushed back, only to realize I was late. So my contingent marched in already, so I was trying to march in with the other UGs to go to my position, but the juniors in my contingent (they were made up of Year 2s lol) kept turning back to see if I arrived while marching! Ai yo then suddenly I realize that it wasn't just marching in but a fancy drill that I had no idea of, then people started marching in all directions, so I just anyhow followed a group of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then this teacher came in, and said that it was so disorganized, and made us go back to our original position (I'm guessing it was in fact a rehearsal?). Then while running back to my position, somehow my socks and boots came out so I was running barefooted lol! Anyway, Desiree was very angry because we didn't do a good job, and led her team of PSLs (she said PLs actually) to show how the fancy drill was supposed to look like (I'm guessing they were the ones who plan it? Why couldn't they execute the fancy drill themselves right), it was more like a dance where you had to smile and wave your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was complaining about how everything was so disorganized when this female teacher walked in front of me and told me in my face "shut up". !#@$@#$ And then, she asked if anyone had any suggestions, so I shouted back at her "Why don't we just do a normal march in, we're from UG we all know how to do that, it would be better than a fancy drill that all of us were unsure of", and she actually said it was a good suggestion. Then I remember complaining to Hazel about how she just told me to shut up before. I remember Ms Loy appeared for a few seconds haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then the rest of the school (wearing my primary school uniform!) started streaming down to the parade square and it was time for the real parade. I wanted to be the flag bearer, but another junior took up that position so I became the contingent commander instead. But then I had no idea when to say the ke kanan pusing command so I wanted to ask Hazel, but she fell in already (she was not part of the contingent, but had some other position) and she couldn't reply! Then I rushed to where all the contingents were, and I tried asking NCC Air and NCC Land, but no one knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I woke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha okay pretty anticlimax, but I was so glad I woke up because I was really worrying and panicking in my dream. But I think it's a very funny dream when I think back about it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway on another note, I hope today's and tomorrow's weather will be good, no rain! Please please please, I've been waiting for this day to come for more than 1 month already, and we made all the preparations already!): Please please please don't rain? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On yet another note, I think you have not read the note. Oh well ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then, ending off with this poster I saw on FB:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vspFfV-vVUg/TuwHiT9a-5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fJyNfi2LWhk/s400/SMRT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686928715516935058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-5838011917880458682?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5838011917880458682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=5838011917880458682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5838011917880458682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5838011917880458682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-2-nights-ive-been-having-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-vspFfV-vVUg/TuwHiT9a-5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/fJyNfi2LWhk/s72-c/SMRT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4577390851408258803</id><published>2011-12-14T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:57:20.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every time I switch on the computer, there will be 6 websites that I will definitely go to - Yahoo (to check my mail and read some news), my blog, Celine's blog (I check this like 5 times a day because she will keep adding on to her posts), Facebook, and Kshownow (to see if the latest episode of Runningman is out). And then if I have the time, I'll go akp, read my friends' blogs, and watch Family Outing or Runningman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so random, but basically what I want to say is this - did you read my note!! I really want to know how you feel after reading it, but I don't dare to ask..can I assume that your actions meant that you read it already? Argh this is killing me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On another note, strange how when you weren't away I didn't notice, but now I do, and it's not even like I talk to you everyday! I bet the reason has something to do with psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay this is such a weird post, I'll just end here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbny0mWT3z4/TuiA3LT7NkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5ll-c1GAikw/s400/111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685936214972773954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4577390851408258803?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4577390851408258803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4577390851408258803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4577390851408258803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4577390851408258803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-time-i-switch-on-computer-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Hbny0mWT3z4/TuiA3LT7NkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5ll-c1GAikw/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1998631166083676422</id><published>2011-12-11T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:10:45.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;POP Chalet 2011 was at Fairy Point Chalet 6 (Aloha Changi), from 6-7 December. We were really lucky to have chosen those dates for the chalet, because they were the only non-rainy days this entire week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met Xenia, Joyce, Sara, Shihui, Ruoxi, Sun Xue and Jia Le at Pasir Ris Mrt, then we took 109 to Changi Village Terminal. Walked to Changi Beach, and we met Wan Sim there. After a series of phone calls, met the Year 3s and 2s and led the way to the chalet. Wah heng I was being bored in the morning so I memorized the route from Changi Beach to the chalet, and I checked the bus service too, because it came in really useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrived at the chalet, it's really huge! It's even larger than the chalet that we booked last year, and last year's chalet was already enormous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our year took Room 1, which is the master bedroom with a queen size bed. Put down our bags and we headed to the beach to play games. Too bad it was high tide so playing on the beach was not very feasible, so played at the carpark in front of our chalet instead. Played Captain's Ball (our year loves this haha!) and Humpty Dumpty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played treasure hunt, which ended up to be quite violent, since we were allowed to snatch the items found. We broke someone's umbrella too, sorry!): Haha I think our year is really suited for violent games, like we really enjoyed Balloon Defense which we played during last year's POP Chalet and also during Last Training this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went back into our rooms, and some yearmates started to play Bridge. Our year brought like 4 decks of cards lol! And then we started to do our last minute preparations, super rushed. The saddest thing is that we didn't have many presents to give because there were so many last minute changes ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then after was dinner, it was pizza! Omg it was a horror eating the pizza because of the braces, like I had to peel off everything into small pieces and took like 5 minutes chewing each piece. Shihui managed to eat 3 pieces and I barely finished my one piece ): Initially I wanted to eat 2 pieces, but I got too tired and it was too painful to continue biting. Xenia was sighing the whole time looking at me eat lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was Guess the Music after that. Xenia and I were just sitting at the back and feeling very old because we didn't know most of the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that it was POP video. Haha Ruoxi was commenting on the occasion where each photo was taken, there were photos from when we were Year 1s till when we were Year 4s aww! And they put in the embarrassing photo of me standing in the dustbin outside J2 classrooms posing as Stamford Raffles aww ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the ma'ams recorded a video for us too, so sweet! Haha we were really surprised to see the video. I'll admit I was hoping for a note or message from them to be shown as part of the video, but I didn't expect them to take the effort to record and send the video to the juniors to compile it as part of our POP video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the note thing as the last part of the video was really sweet. Didn't cry when we saw the video, but now I think if I were to watch the video again, I'll cry, especially at the note thing ): Thank you juniors for taking the effort and time to compile all the photos into our year's POP video!(: And please upload the video soon, if you're reading this!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next was Presents Exchange. For the first (and last) time, the juniors came to our rooms instead. Started with the serious talk, exchange presents then it became the casual chatty talk where we asked interesting questions and gossiped abit. Learnt quite a bit of interesting stuff haha!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then it was Post Presents Exchange. Haha here's a photo of OA mistresses, with our presents!(: Ai yo quite blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Mx9O3BdkU0/TuC_Z7nCp9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/pN3RSsniKTg/s400/OA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683753181960644562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was already 2 plus in the morning by then. Talked a bit in the room, then we decided on the sleeping arrangements. Oh yes before that we dragged about the 2 mattresses from the room downstairs! Shihui, Jia Le and I were too tired already, so we slept on the bed. The rest of the yearmates were still playing bridge on the mattress even though it was already 3am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Xenia and Joyce woke us up at 7am. At first I thought they were juniors who came to wake us up because it was all dark and I didn't wear my specs! Turns out that both of them didn't sleep at all, and the rest of the yearmates fell asleep at 4 plus. It was so difficult waking everyone else up, because of their lack of sleep they kept falling asleep after we woke them up!): And we were wondering how the juniors can have so much energy because they were all playing games outside. Finally trudged out of our room around 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate the pancakes that the juniors cooked! Haha I was so hungry I ate 2, they tasted really great and I was really happy because I could eat it rather easily!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went outside and took unit photos, year photos and many other photos haha. Here's OA and Chairs photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Bz-mTFOohE/TuDCxKAlTII/AAAAAAAAA5Y/YXvtHP9YylY/s400/OA%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683756879497743490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9peGy15O5E/TuDC1rZ5pbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/lYqV5qusPnM/s400/Chairs%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683756957181781426" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that was the hugging procession, haha super awkward at first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the Year 2s and 3s left. I think they got a shock when we were shouting out bye byes from the windows on the second floor haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waited for the chalet guy to come and check the chalet before checking out. Yearmates were all so tired we just sat on the sofas staring into blank space lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally left the chalet with the Year 4s. We decided to go to the Airport for lunch so we took the bus there. Should have taken 59 instead of 109 since it would have been faster sigh ): In the end there were 6 Year 4s and only 3 yearmates because everyone else had something on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate at Kopitiam, and Xenia, Jia Le and I wandered around a bit. Went to try out this virtual shopping thing, and I realized that the shop was actually the one in the news because the people working there are all from Singapore Poly and the virtual shopping programme thing was invented by them. Pretty cool, Xenia was especially amazed by it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went up to the Viewing Gallery to hobo around. Sat down and played Bridge, but it got boring after a while so we started talking. Learnt about very scary stuff, it's super freaky and creepy ): Now I keep imagining things when I'm alone, especially at night, how!): And we talked about other interesting things too, didn't expect that I would tell people about certain stuff, and I didn't expect that I would hear about certain stuff too. Haha it was such an interesting session (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so after that we went home. And I realized that if POP Chalet was one day later, as in if it had been from 7-8 December instead of 6-7, then if we were to go to the airport after checking out, the airport would probably be swarmed with all the SNSD fans (assuming SNSD is arriving at Terminal 3). Haha okay random here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, to wrap up my journey about RGSRCY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I had no idea what to decide for my CCA when I first entered RGS. I remember eliminating CCAs that I didn't want to join, and at the end it was down to certain CCAs. I remember Netball being one of the CCAs that I was interested in. On 2 separate occasions, I met 2 ma'ams (they were not ma'ams to me at that time) who told me more about Red Cross so I decided to go for the trials. In the end, I was accepted after the trials, and something just felt right (really!) so I decided not to go for other trials and just chose Red Cross as my CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our year first started out as a large batch of 26 people. After 4 years, it became 18 people. I'm really thankful to have gone through my journey in RGSRCY with 17 yearmates, we have really stuck together through thick and thin. To me, the thing that bonded us the most was Arts Fest 09, where we could come to school during the holidays to plan our performance and make our props. It's been an honour to have experienced the ups and downs with all of you, and let's stay close even in JC where we'll end up in different classes and CCAs yeah! Acasa forever!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrw31tyuLNU/TuMMaxKDFEI/AAAAAAAAA6g/BGgnBnAF9Ls/s400/Yearmates.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684400808683312194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here's a paragraph to each of the 6 batches that were part of our year's RGSRCY experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the Akaibatsu ma'ams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our year will always remember your year as our Sec 4 ma'ams, ma'ams!(: Your year was the first one to introduce us to the unit, and to the various subjects, and I remember feeling very impressed with the way your year guided and led us, ma'ams. Although our year spent the shortest time with your year compared to the other 2 batches of ma'ams, we really respect your year, ma'ams! Thank you ma'ams!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the Ohana ma'ams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your year could be really strict with our year, but there were also times when both of our year had a lot of fun, ma'ams. We really enjoyed playing Captains' Ball after POP '09, and it's so sad that we couldn't plan for a rematch because of our different schedules, ma'ams. Thank you for coming back to visit us during trainings, ma'am!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y-N6b8T1jE/TuMMh1DQPDI/AAAAAAAAA64/lt233jJW5cc/s400/ma%2527ams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684400929987640370" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the Aikirinashi ma'ams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our year is really honoured to have been able to spend 3/4 of our journey with your year, ma'ams!(: Your year truly understood us, and you have left our year with a lot of sweet memories, ma'ams. We look forward to seeing you in JC in less than 2 months, ma'ams!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atFRpHdQru0/TuMMWqUW4TI/AAAAAAAAA6U/e0GyHg2wMlI/s400/Aikirinashi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684400738128027954" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the Forena juniors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The unit is now in your hands, remember to take good care of everyone's welfare. Be daring and take calculated risks, it's now your year's turn to bring the unit in a direction that all of you agree on! Our year is very happy that we are able to spend 3/4 of our journey with your year, and we trust that your year will bring RGSRCY to greater heights!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdG00BZVh_U/TuMGCuSaETI/AAAAAAAAA5w/f0u1M2dF_7w/s400/Y7ear%2B4s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684393798526439730" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the Jamae juniors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha like I said in your notes, your year is now the most senior batch of juniors. Year 3 will not be easy with all the proposals, planning for activities etc, but our year believes that you all will be able to do it. Even though your year is relatively smaller in numbers, as long as you all work together, I'm sure you all will be able to overcome all the obstacles and succeed! Jia you!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKb6CZg934s/TuMJTft8f8I/AAAAAAAAA58/MCExSb1NqOE/s400/Year%2B3s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684397385208070082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the L'amite juniors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You all are now Year 2s! Year 2 is really the honeymoon year, so seize this opportunity to bond well with your 24 yearmates!(: It will be a whole new experience guiding the new Year 1s, but our year has faith that your year will do well! Be good role models to your new juniors, and stay passionate!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ApaZKamUKI/TuMKWQfRK-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/6Ky6Mjl3j9w/s400/Year%2B1s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684398532171213794" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, I'll end off with these 2 quotes. Although we say them every year, I really think that they are very appropriate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't cry because it's over; Smile because it happened"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dream. Aim. Work. Fly. RGSRCY! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3s81oBoLDc/TuMMfAxggdI/AAAAAAAAA6s/CUi9RhX-cTw/s400/Unit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684400881594827218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1998631166083676422?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1998631166083676422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1998631166083676422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1998631166083676422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1998631166083676422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/pop-chalet-2011-was-at-fairy-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-0Mx9O3BdkU0/TuC_Z7nCp9I/AAAAAAAAA5M/pN3RSsniKTg/s72-c/OA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4577231432986376057</id><published>2011-12-09T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T04:47:09.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll blog about POP Chalet and RGSRCY really soon! I'm like 80% done with the post already, but I keep thinking that it looks really funny ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully can publish it tomorrow!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And on a side note, this is getting really interesting, I never thought that this would happen but now that it is, I'm really enjoying myself haha!(: Super fun and cool!(: And I talked about so many things hahaha (: 2 days and counting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4577231432986376057?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4577231432986376057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4577231432986376057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4577231432986376057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4577231432986376057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-blog-about-pop-chalet-and-rgsrcy.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-2443626470704835333</id><published>2011-12-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:53:53.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went to put braces today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really funny, because before I put braces, people would come and ask me whether I was intending to put braces. And after I've decided and told people I'm going to put braces, they will ask me "ehh you need braces meh?". And sometimes, the same person does both sets of actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to extract 4 pre-molars last Monday. The male dentist probably had the most tiring extraction ever, he would rest three times for every tooth he extracted! And he asked me if I was from a mixed ancestry because Chinese do not have such long teeth roots! The nurse was very nice though, because of the force the dentist had to exert, my head was going round in circles, but she held onto my head, and it felt very comforting. And when the dentist was injecting the anesthesia into my nerves of my gums, she let me squeeze her hand too! I think I really squeezed really hard, I was even scrunching up my feet in fear haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so prior to the extraction, the dentist put some gel thing onto the 8 parts of my gums that he was going to inject, and it was super bitter! But it numbed my lips and I lost control of the nerves in my lips so they were kinda drooping and sagging a bit, I even thought they were swollen! Horrible feeling seriously, it feels like you're some big-lips fish ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then next was the injection. It really feels like an ant bite, but just that no one got bitten by an ant on the gum before so you wouldn't really understand the feeling. I was really scared because during WEP at Dr Cheok's clinic, I observed him injecting the patient's gums and it looked really scary because the needle was super long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that was pure force with the extraction. I remember asking Dr Cheok if he was doing the right thing because he was just like twisting and turning the tooth to wrench it out! My poor dentist had to rest his hands, towards the end, even the nurse was laughing at him haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I went back and put braces today. It felt really weird with all the metal things sticking on my teeth right now, still not used to it. Like when I smile, I feel as if there are things protruding from my teeth, feels super unnatural. And during the process, I realized the WEP session really helped a lot, because I could picture what the dentist was doing. Knowing what is going on (eg. gluing on the brackets etc) makes the whole experience a whole lot less scarier rather than imagining the horrors the dentist was doing with all her tools in your mouth. So thankful for the WEP experience!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before this, I always heard people who put braces before telling me about how they had to eat porridge for the first week or even month. But one hour after putting braces, I went to eat at MacDonalds haha! Couldn't really bite properly, so had to like use my hands to pull into small pieces and eat. But main thing is that I can eat solid food! The dentist actually said I could eat everything except for really hard stuff like apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I feel like this is an old grandma's tale since I can talk so much about braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, ending here to watch Family Outing. Next time I blog will be after I gather my thoughts and feelings after POP Chalet haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-2443626470704835333?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2443626470704835333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=2443626470704835333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2443626470704835333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2443626470704835333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-went-to-put-braces-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-75949814501715722</id><published>2011-11-26T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:28:48.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back from Indonesia!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so it was a RGRSP trip to Yogyakarta from 21 to 25 November. There were 29 of us who went, accompanied by 4 teachers - Mr Azahar, Mrs Shah, Mr Bryden Chew and Mr Mizar (who paid for his own expenses!). Oh and Mr Yian, the photographer who taught us about PhotoJounalism accompanied us on this trip as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The airline we rode on was AirAsia, and since it's budget, we don't even have a free cup of water ): The seats are quite crammed too, but thankfully it's only a 2 hour trip so it wasn't all that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcxn8yNvHAM/TtBTG2tt7nI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/9xSXYTUDy6o/s400/Friends%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679130507345784434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We stayed in this 5 star hotel called Sheraton Mustika Hotel, which is super comfortable and really beautiful. It has this very cool design where the lobby is actually on the 7th floor and the rooms are from the 1st to 6th floor (all of us stayed on the 2nd floor). And the food they have for breakfast buffet is really really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took around 1300 photos throughout this trip, I'm finally done from uploading all the photos on Facebook. A lot of the photos seem the same, and that's because I was making use of the shutter speed to capture some action (eg. birds flying in the sky) so it kind of looks like still shots from a video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that I really learnt a lot from this trip, because as Mr Chew puts it, we got to see a very raw form of the Javanese people and their Javanese spirit. For example, most tourists would just observe Mount Merapi from a distance, but we actually went up to the hill and interviewed the people living there, so the whole trip provided us with a lot of opportunities to interact with the people, making it all the more intimate, rather than just simply observing them from a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In addition, this trip also boosted my confidence in Malay by a lot! After spending 5 days there, I'm so comfortable in listening to people conversing in Malay (I can't understand 100% of it, but I can now get the gist of what they are saying) and I'm also more confident and fluent in conversing to people in Malay. It really helps to know that the people we speak to cannot understand English, so we have to use Malay in order to interact with them, so there's this absence of over-reliance on English. Oh actually the Javanese people either speak Javanese or Bahasa Indonesia, and Bahasa Indonesia is slightly different from Bahasa Melayu in the sense that some of the words have different meanings in the 2 languages, but there are more similarities than differences between the 2 languages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so here's a recap of what happened in the 5 days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1: Mount Merapi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We rode the bus up to Mount Merapi, not to the top of the crater, but to around mid-volcano where the people lived. Surprisingly, it was really cold up there, something like Genting. But the air was quite hazy because smoke was coming up from the crater of the volcano, which I think is pretty normal since it's the most active volcano in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We interviewed this 45 year old policeman called Sukorjor (rough spelling of his name) with the help of Mr Mizar who translated everything he said to English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YmF4nVmp-8/TtBSf94A4vI/AAAAAAAAA1M/I2brP5Px6Uw/s400/Sukorjor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679129839253119730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He told us about the 2010 eruption which was the worst eruption in 140 years. We learnt that eruptions happened at least once in every 4 years, so the villagers did not expect the 2010 eruption to be so violent and destructive. They believed that nature would work its way and that the lava will flow in the path of the rivers flowing down from Mount Merapi, such that it does no damage to the villages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, the people did not anticipate that all the large amount of volcanic ash and soot etc would get mixed with the clouds which resulted in hot mud of 700 degrees celsius to rain from the skies. He told us that most of the people that died did not die from being burnt by lava, but rather by the hot mud which would cause you to turn into ashes immediately. The corpses that he saw were all black and charred, and he also said that those people who were caught in lava only had bones left after the eruption, which in some weird way would all shrink up, like a person of 1.7m would have skeletal remains that are less than 1m long. He also told us about the guardian of Mount Merapi who died alongside with his friends and family who decided to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with him till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other groups who interviewed different people also told us that despite the fear that a similarly destructive eruption can happen any time, the remaining villagers staying there are not afraid, because they have this very strong sense of attachment to this place. The children were all happily playing and drawing pictures in the volcanic ash, and life there was just really carefree. There was this man who was digging up remains of his home from after the eruption, but he was still really content with life. There was another woman who has since then lived with her friend after her home got destroyed in the eruption, but she finds no fault with this kind of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were all in awe with their strong sense of attachment to Mount Merapi, despite thethreat of an eruption happening anytime, despite the fact that the eruptions have destroyed their properties, killed their crops, cost them to lose their loved ones, they still choose to remain there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2: Mangunan Village, Kraton, Taman Sari Water Castle, Ramayana dance performance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At Mangunan Village, we learnt how to do this traditional dance with a scarf tied around the waist as the prop, which I refer to as the Butterfly dance. We also had this gamelan lesson where we all had a chance to play on one of the instruments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we went to the padi field and some of us chose to plough the field with the cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QB_FkV4H4y8/TtBUqnvhR5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/YFi4hoh8Aa8/s400/Friends%2B8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679132221313730450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But because it was so hot, Symone, Cherie, Melissa and I escaped into the shade and we took photos instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrEqlARoP8c/TtBVHxOK00I/AAAAAAAAA1w/gEKpoxSDZjw/s400/Friends%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679132722074407746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1V1mlgHJ8Y/TtBVeomSOkI/AAAAAAAAA18/opFlcJ1TQGw/s400/Friends%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679133114896628290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we talked to this man who initially served in the army and fought many wars, and after he retired he came over to live in this village instead. He talked about how satisfied he was with this type of lifestyle, and he also said that he was immune to the heat already, he even walked barefoot while the rest of us were dying from the heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-p3-o1EgL0/TtBWKIT_dpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/TEM9xcaBzis/s400/Friends%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679133862144210578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went to Kraton and Taman Sari Water Castle, and where we learnt more about the previous Sultans' life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went for a 1 hour shopping trip at Carrefour, and it was super fun! Pushed Wan Qi around in the trolley for a while, then we had a fun time shopping for food (okay I didn't buy any food actually). Then in the last 10 minutes, we spotted colourful Bata slippers that only cost around S$5 per pair, so we all hurriedly tried them on and bought them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcqGXZ-SuOM/TtBYiqg8rXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/RsDVHfHWLMk/s400/Slippers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679136482665475442" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, we went to watch the traditional Ramayana dance performance in this open amphitheater. Ramayana is this tragic love story that originated from India and has passed down from many generations, and this is a very famous story. The dance performance was more than 1 hour long, and I'll admit that I fell asleep during some parts of the performance because it was all dark and I was very tired from lack of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3: Prambanan Temple, Danar Hadi Museum, Pasar Klewer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Visited Prambanan Temple in the morning, and apparently Prambanan Temple and Borobodur are built from the same volcanic ash stone! Oh a few other tourists there asked us to take photos with them, I felt as if I was some celebrity or something (for that moment at least).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEGeVUfbO50/TtBxbWQHv9I/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ghewt_r65vs/s400/Friends%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679163844757798866" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGEB0ZhHmLI/TtB_-L0fKVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Y2Esw-F02mw/s400/Friends%2B14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179836415748434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we headed over to Pasar Klewer, which is something like Singapore's wet market since meat, vegetables and fruits were sold. We interviewed this fruit store owner and we learnt that she lived within 1km of the market and had been working there for 25 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwKur1Q4f3M/TtBx6LZDlMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/WbjAiBVsax0/s400/Friends%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679164374418429122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the Danar Hadi Museum, we learnt a lot more about Batik, and we were very amazed at how fluent the tour guide was in English. She was so confident and professional when she gave us the tour around the place! Photography was not allowed in the museum, but we got to take a lot of photos in the factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The factory was split according to the different types of work, but the work was also divided by gender. For example, only women were in charge of outlining in wax, while the men were in charge of "stamping'' the shirt and drawing the designs on the cloth in pencil. We also learnt that their wages depended on how many pieces they finished per week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuRKDTQKcgI/TtByq_pVCQI/AAAAAAAAA24/Or1TSqxdWc0/s400/Batik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679165213079046402" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4: Borobodur, Malioboro Shopping Mall, Parangtritis Beach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning to go to Borobudur. Because Yasira woke up late, she ran down the stairs and tripped, so she had to go to the hospital. Hazel and I used 3-hand seat to carry her into the hotel's van that would send her to the hospital while the rest of us continued on our trip. (The doctor said that Yasira tore her ligament and she had to hop around on her crutches or sit in the wheelchair for the rest of the trip)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At Borobudur, we climbed up all the stairs to go the top where there was very good view of the surrounding scenery, for example, the Suralaya mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaPQ3LksSmk/TtB1cEvsc3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pE4BLvIF5_k/s400/Friends%2B13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679168255284769650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Malioboro Shopping Mall after that, where we had 2 hours to shop. The MacDonalds in Indonesia is awesome, they even have a gigantic Choco Cone that was really bigger than Singapore's! I only bought a T-shirt for my brother from the shopping mall, frankly, I preferred shopping at Carrefour instead, because I prefer shopping at supermarkets where everything is displayed in a giant place (similar to the arrangement in the Giant in Tampines)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we headed over to Parangtritis Beach, which everyone agreed was the best part of the trip! There's actually this legend that a goddess lived there, and she would fall in love with any men who wore the colour green to the beach. At first the teachers gave us the illusion that nobody should wear the colour green to the beach, and a lot of people were actually worried, but in the end we found out it was only for men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were horse-drawn carriages there, and Mr Azahar was telling everyone about how we should just save up money and ride on the wild goats there instead! Some of us went to ride the carriage or on the house, some went to ride the ATV (Celine if you are reading this, it's the one that Kahi rode on in the In The Night Sky MV!), and the rest of us went to play in the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desiree, Annabel, Melissa and I rolled up our pants and stood in the sea, waiting for the waves to come in. The waves there were really big and strong, Singapore's waves can't be compared to it! It was really fun running about and screaming, in fact, quite a few people like Hazel and Evangeline even got drenched from head to toe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The four of us (Desiree, Annabel, Melissa and I) also became subjects of Mr Azahar's photos, so we had to wait for the waves to come in, then run along the beach for him to snap photos that he liked. In turn, we helped him to take a lot of photographs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVjDqpcdSBc/TtCAqGfGUnI/AAAAAAAAA3c/tKzchXNmIbo/s400/Friends%2B15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679180590898106994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="text-align: left; "&gt;Day 5: Home Sweet Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning to head over to the airport since our flight was at 7:25a.m. local time (8:25a.m. Singapore time). On the plane, an air steward sang a song using the intercom system, and his singing was really good! One of the air stewardess told us that he won some singing title before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the airport, my mum, Esther and Clara came to pick us up! Went to eat lunch at KFC with Esther and Clara, then they bought jeans, and after that they came over to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biq1WoGg3EM/TtCB2JCKFdI/AAAAAAAAA3o/CyvaYneSoKM/s400/KFC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679181897252083154" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Conclusion:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't regret going for this trip at all! Prior to this trip, I wasn't really looking forward to it, because I just felt very ominous about this trip, and I was really scared that I wouldn't make it out of the trip alive. (Sorry to Jia Le and Clara for scaring you all when I talked about my fears of the trip the other time!) But frankly, right from the start of the trip, I felt really safe and secure with all the teachers looking out for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mrs Shah - Thank you for planning this whole trip for us, and for being so motherly and caring throughout the whole trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Azahar - You are really funny, for example the other night when you were showing us the photos that you took and praising them non-stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Chew - Thank you for sharing with us about what you gained fro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;m the trip, and also reminding us to take note of our safety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Mizar - Thank you so much for forking out money for your own expenses (though you claim that your wife is sponsoring this trip) to accompany us on this trip even though you were not obligated to. You are really fatherly and you make us all feel really safe and secure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Yian - Thak you for imparting your knowledge of photography to us, now whenever I take photos, I will naturally look out for whether it is good light or bad light. And thank you so much for lending me one of your DSLRs for the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas Fitron - Thank you so much for being our awesome tour guide. You are really cute, bubbly and friendly, and we have really learnt so much about Indonesia from you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a picture of us and Mas Fitron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LakMI5qNTDQ/TtCEsmylCNI/AAAAAAAAA30/6ISlbLPKaaY/s400/Fitron%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679185031975995602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes I forgot to say that when we were at Mangunan Village for our dance and gamelan lesson, the Indonesia media came and interviewed Mr Azahar and Melissa Ng! And the next day there was an article of us that appeared on the last page of Bisnis Jogja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZVBt71XyCE/TtCFQlfAwJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/XnS5yYg8fMY/s400/Newspaper%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679185650100781202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some pictures of my close friends and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Symone, Cherie, Desiree, Annabel and Melissa - thank you for making this trip so awesome, and for making so many wonderful memories together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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Pioneer RSP batch, and the most bonded out of all 4 batches (even the teachers agree)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYWO1Bp3wFc/TtCJA0XnOXI/AAAAAAAAA48/aq62rPs__-o/s400/RGRSP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679189777264884082" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fANEa8zvtWM/TtCI9w-9dnI/AAAAAAAAA4w/pZ0ZxJDmxsI/s400/RGRSP%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679189724816569970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-75949814501715722?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/75949814501715722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=75949814501715722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/75949814501715722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/75949814501715722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back-from-indonesia-yup-so-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-Bcxn8yNvHAM/TtBTG2tt7nI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/9xSXYTUDy6o/s72-c/Friends%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8733556553395578161</id><published>2011-11-19T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:01:00.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Class chalet was really awesome!(: And I've stopped swaying as if I'm still on the boat haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met outside Food Republic at VivoCity yesterday, but in the end the first batch left without us, so Mel, Amanda and I had to make our way to the shuttle bus by ourselves. We kept getting lost, because we heard "Exit D" as "Exit B" and went the wrong way, and there was no clear cut shuttle bus stand. In the end we finally boarded the shuttle bus to One Degree Fifteen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Symone and Cherie were waiting for us outside, and we walked in together. So basically, it's at the Sentosa Cove area, and a lot of different yachts and boats etc were all docked together. Frankly, when I first saw our boat, I was disappointed because I imagined it to be like Titanic style, with indoor swimming pool and all. My imaginations were not realistic at all, but that's also because I've never been on a yacht or cruise so I've no idea what to expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the yacht that Symone's dad rented for us was called The Sardinia (or was it Sardina) and it was actually one of the biggest there! There are like 3 storeys in the boat, with the uppermost deck being like open space, the middle floor having a kitchen, a couch area and a open space in the rear and at the front, and the lowest floor having 4 bedrooms and 2 toilets. The whole yacht was super cozy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But once you step onto the boat right, it takes time to get used to the swaying of the boat. Like even though the boat was docked there the whole time, it will sway up and down, left and right, so it can get really dizzy, especially at the lowest floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Explored the place, sat around, and then we watched MalCop, some kind of movie about a fat man. Since we couldn't get the subtitles to play properly, I just sat at the side and watched bits and pieces of the show while smsing Jing Min haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We originally wanted to go out to Vivo for dinner, but some people didn't want to, so we were like just sitting on the second and third floor and stoning. In the end we ordered Canadian Pizza, and one hour later Sam, Yushi, Evan, Mel and I went to Vivo to collect the pizzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting for the shuttle bus, we were bitten by a lot of mosquitoes, super itchy! ): And we found out that SCGS was having their FAM at One Degree Fifteen too! Talked about the different school systems etc, and then finally we reached Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While Yushi and Sam was waiting for the delivery guy, Evan, Mel and I went to VivoMart. Bought Coke, chicken and chips, then went back up to meet the rest. Headed back to where we boarded the shuttle bus in the afternoon to wait, but we ended up being stranded there for more than 1 hour! Like we were a bit confused with the shuttle bus timing, so we just waited, and there was once when the bus came by, but it was in the second lane, and had no intention to stop at all. Met Liting who came from training, and in the end we finally managed to board taxis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way there (Mel, Liting and I shared a cab), the taxi driver was complaining about how he hated ferrying people to Sentosa Cove because of his previous bad experience. Apparently there's this rich millionaire who likes to swindle taxi drivers of their money, like flag down a taxi and don't pay the taxi fare afterwards. Don't know how true la, but the taxi uncle's views on the issue was really really really extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally made our way back to the yacht, and it was already 9:30p.m. We finished the pizza and the chicken really quickly, everyone was so hungry! There was even ice cream and cream puff after that!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, we were all at the upper deck, and Symone, Cherie, Yushi and Wu You danced! Andrea was taking videos of Symone and Cherie dancing secretly lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes the toilet in the master bedroom got clogged up, and it started pumping water up from the hole on the floor instead, and the showering cubicle got flooded, with some water even coming out into the room. In the end had to call the plumber, who said that it was because some draining tank thing was already full, so they had to change it and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After bathing (I was the last one, and bathing was an interesting experience, cos I was like bobbing up and down the whole time), we were split into 3 groups. One group watched Bodyguards and Assassins in the master bedroom, the other group watched Dead Silence (horror movie) in the second floor, while the rest of us were talking on the uppermost deck. We talked until super late in the night, and we were talking about a lot of things, about JC life, boyfriends, and even solemn things like the supernatural, terrorism and death. In the end, the other 2 shows ended so everyone came up to the upper deck to eat some more food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to sleep at 2:30a.m., because I was just so tired. Managed to sleep on the upper bunk of the bunk bed, and I was so happy!:D It's really cozy and comfortable, even though Mel said the room was so small it made her claustrophobic. Had a really good sleep, I even dreamt of things haha!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up at 6:02 in the morning, and saw Jo! She was working at Starbucks and only arrived at the yacht at like 3a.m., and she bought a lot of food for us to eat as breakfast! Ate a chocolate muffin and sat around waiting for the sun to rise, but unfortunately the sun was blocked by the apartments ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had to leave the yacht at 7:15a.m. in order to catch the first shuttle bus back to Vivo so that we could go back to school for the RSP trip briefing and PhotoJournalism workshop ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I'll just end this post here first, but before that pictures first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSpKkoNlxAw/TsdgikI-PzI/AAAAAAAAA00/ju3uBD-J3RI/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676612002256928562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ik1xVwm1rb8/Tsdga48RxJI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xWEN0x-YKw8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611870401873042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ik1xVwm1rb8/Tsdga48RxJI/AAAAAAAAA0U/xWEN0x-YKw8/s1600/3.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drKuMy6qyNM/TsdgfDPy_KI/AAAAAAAAA0g/4Yx5WOABv9w/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611941887573154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQetoRcoSZY/TsdgQnuZrXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/oH85iQzahTU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611693981576562" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAu-nP2oevM/Tsdf9Yun8zI/AAAAAAAAAzs/k8NUiAlkQRc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676611363538465586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8733556553395578161?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8733556553395578161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8733556553395578161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8733556553395578161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8733556553395578161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/class-chalet-was-really-awesome-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-kSpKkoNlxAw/TsdgikI-PzI/AAAAAAAAA00/ju3uBD-J3RI/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-418371285637531387</id><published>2011-11-18T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T04:37:47.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back from class chalet, which was SUPER AWESOME! Gonna blog more about it tomorrow cos I'm quite tired now, and I'm uploading photos from the Photo Journalism workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha anyway because our class chalet was on a yacht right, I still feel myself swaying as if I'm still on the boat. After effect haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay more details tomorrow!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-418371285637531387?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/418371285637531387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=418371285637531387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/418371285637531387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/418371285637531387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-from-class-chalet-which-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-3956984073463779026</id><published>2011-11-13T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:58:45.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Revising for Malay Os by reading through the model essays that Cikgu gave us, which are written by students and published in Berita Harian. Thing is, most of them are written by Primary school kids. There's even this story about being at the computer labs, and it was written by a P2 kid, how demoralizing ): In the end, out of the 77 words in that story, I didn't know 4 of them, and I was telling myself at the start how I will definitely understand the meaning of all the words ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently organizing an overnight camping trip!:D Wah so fun I hope everyone can make it, and that the weather will be fine!:D Apparently, it's predicted that 19 days out of this or next month (can't remember) will have rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watching Family Outing and now Runningman during rest times (: Awesome shows :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes there's Angry Birds card game version. Which is pretty interesting, and unique because the last step to winning the game is to actually flick a real dice at this cardboard cutout of the king pig. And best thing is that even my 7 year old cousin can play it, so now we have a game that all of us cousins can understand and play together (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ending here first, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-3956984073463779026?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3956984073463779026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=3956984073463779026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3956984073463779026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3956984073463779026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/revising-for-malay-os-by-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1775405803793413134</id><published>2011-11-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:45:46.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chinese Os today. I thought the paper was not too bad, but not exactly as good as I hoped, like I could understand the meaning of all the words, but the questions were not that easy. The whole time I was afraid I would go out of point for Paper 1, and I was rushing for time towards the end of Paper 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm really bored, because I wanted to do something I like before starting on studying for Malay Os, but then there's nothing nice that I can think of! Like I want to watch Runningman but episode 67 is not subbed yet, and I finished episodes 64 - 66 over the last few days. I hope the subbed episode comes out tomorrow!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the ramen shop for lunch today with Chelsea and Ruoxi! Haha and I finally found out the name of the shop, it's called "Hong Hu Express Zhong Hua La Mian"! Although the facilities there aren't the best, I really like the food (okay actually I only ate Crispy Dumpling Ramen and Mee Hoon Kuey from there) and I think the service is super super good! And we were saying how fail someone from our school would be if they didn't know of this shop after 4 years of studying there, I mean, it's like where everyone from our school go to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we walked around Far East to shop for Ruoxi's FAM dress! First time I went shopping for clothes with my friends, definitely an eye-opening experience. This shop called "Honey and Bees" or something like that sold super nice clothes! In the end, Ruoxi and Chelsea went to Hougang Mall to her dress though lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Listening to One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" and I really love the lyrics, so sweet! And now I know what Clara and Jia Le are singing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes went to Pulau Ubin on Sunday with my cousin's family. And I finally got to see wild boars!:D Haha but they weren't really wild though, like they are wild boars that became tamed. The wild boars can be found at Chek Jawa, like they will be wandering around at the pavilion place at the entrance and also at the Visitor's Centre. So sad, the wild boar that this family staying near Mamam Campsite kept in this brick house thing died ): I wanted to see it cos I didn't get to see it during OBS. Anyway it was really good workout, we cycled to Mamam Campsite, Noordin Campsite and Chek Jawa. And we passed by this quarry where the water was actually blue. Quite creepy actually, I wonder if people drank the water there, will their tongues turn blue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes I wanted to say that if you want to get a literal understanding of what life is full of ups and downs mean, you can go and cycle to Changi Village. Or you can cycle around Pulau Ubin. Because seriously, one moment you are cycling downslope and enjoying how the wind is howling in your ears, the next moment you are cycling upslope and being tired out from the effort, and then the cycle repeats itself, see, literally "ups and downs" right! This is why I hate to cycle to Changi Village, I mean when you are cycling downslope, I'll just think about how I would be cycling upslope on the return trip, and when I'm cycling upslope I can't think about anything other than how tiring it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I wanted to do a post after graduation to round up my 4 years in RGS, but I guess that would have to wait a bit more (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so busy during the December holidays (even without joining VIP!). And I was thinking about what I could do during the holidays since technically we don't have to start studying for next year or something, then I remembered that we had to study for SAT ): Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just thought of something. Is it a norm for girls my age to go for facials? I've never gone for facials, and I don't really intend to (I mean the amount of money spend is not small yeah!), but it seems like a lot of people I know are. I've always related facials to tai tais, or at least women in the working class, but definitely not girls my age...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay whatever,  shall end my post here, see ya!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiq3P3SvWhs/Trunm3Q8xrI/AAAAAAAAAyk/zPZ791BrDL0/s400/107.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673312441715181234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGfI5pDEg-o/Trunv7h3lbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/2RA4vRmou8s/s400/108.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673312597478708658" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If we had this then everyone would be happy (: But then, no one will know what sadness mean, and thus, without sadness, there will be no happiness, only neutrality and normacy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1775405803793413134?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1775405803793413134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1775405803793413134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1775405803793413134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1775405803793413134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/chinese-os-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-tiq3P3SvWhs/Trunm3Q8xrI/AAAAAAAAAyk/zPZ791BrDL0/s72-c/107.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8613277423525924442</id><published>2011-11-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:38:35.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Graduated today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha didn't cry at all, I just couldn't with Melissa and Liting who kept telling me about how they didn't feel like it was graduation at all! But I did tear up while singing the school song ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The feeling of graduation still has not sunk in yet (well partly because we still have to go to school on Tuesday and Thursday). In fact, I was crazily high today, I kept singing songs without caring about my image lol. Mel was teaching me the butterfly part from "Gold Forever"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the Flash Mob was really cool, just that the rest of the school probably had no idea what we were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And like Ms Hoo puts it, everything that could have gone wrong went wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) Graduation rings couldn't be delivered in time, because the mold of the ring broke (something that it extremely hard to do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) Graduation contact list couldn't be delivered in time, because the woman at the other didn't receive any of the 33 files that Ms Hoo sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) It rained this morning so we had to do wet weather, which is really terrible because only the Sec 3s and 4s will be directly involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4) Even though we went with dry weather plan in the end, it was drizzling for quite some parts of the ceremony, so all of us were getting wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5) The mikes weren't working properly (eg. when the choir people and Band performed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took a lot of photos, Mel and I even took photos with Mrs Hoo, Mrs Tan and Laura! Took a lot of photos with classmates too, next time when they're famous, people will dig up photos of their past, and they will find me, and I'll be famous too!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stayed back till 12 plus today to write notes for my classmates. So we would like sit in a circle and pass around this A4 size paper to write our notes on. Really sweet reading what they wrote aww &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for Year Lunch after that! Ruoxi, Esther, Chelsea, Jia Le, Clara, Hazel, Sara and I went (haha aren't we also the ones who went for the first Year Outing in Sec 1!) Emeline came too, and I really am not scared of her anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ate at the food court at Cineleisure, before making our way to Scape. Went into this grid 360 place where we 410 was coincidentally having their class outing there too! Didn't believe that we could enter and use the facilities for free, we kept thinking what the catch was lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, we played Bridge, Pig Game, SlapJack, Hearts, and I was the constant loser ): And Clara and Hazel made up a song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yi Jun the gong gong sitting on a tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G-O-N-G-O-N-G!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;which is actually edited from the song I made for Jia Le:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jia Le and __ sitting on a tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;S-T-A-R-I-N-G!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jia Le and I wanted to play Mushroom outside, but unfortunately all the free spaces were wet ): So we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will do a more detailed post about graduation over the next few days, for now, here's a really nice photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoVEYCl8Joo/TrPnkbId-dI/AAAAAAAAAxA/kkJSZsCpCgU/s400/P1050783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671130968734169554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8613277423525924442?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8613277423525924442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8613277423525924442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8613277423525924442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8613277423525924442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduated-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-xoVEYCl8Joo/TrPnkbId-dI/AAAAAAAAAxA/kkJSZsCpCgU/s72-c/P1050783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-9029427889477705323</id><published>2011-11-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:30:19.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being kaypoh and looking at the 2012 RA list. Clara and I feel so dumb, so many people got into 3 or even 4 RAs! Apparently, there's this girl that got into all the Science RAs O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second last day of school today, and ate my last meal while I'm still officially part of RGS ): Being sentimental so yearmates were all sitting in the canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally took photos with Ms Loy! And we talked together after that, and Clara couldn't wipe the smile off her face when she heard the news hahaha that naughty girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Graduating tomorrow, still find it hard to believe. I'm excited for graduation ceremony to start, but I don't want it to end ): Oh man I think I'm going to cry tomorrow ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Year lunch tomorrow, I will think of that to cheer me up. And I won't go to the dog cafe hmpf D:&amp;lt; And if you all really go there and touch the animals, must wash your hands before you touch me hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is full of short sentences. Like this. Being random here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chatting with Clara on FB is hilarious. The things we say (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow all the Sec 4s' statuses on FB is about how we're all graduating tomorrow, and how we love our batch aww (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then, see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7V143MffaA/TrKJOFwM3TI/AAAAAAAAAvc/H4G470-aibU/s400/105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670745755968396594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-9029427889477705323?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9029427889477705323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=9029427889477705323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/9029427889477705323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/9029427889477705323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-kaypoh-and-looking-at-2012-ra.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-X7V143MffaA/TrKJOFwM3TI/AAAAAAAAAvc/H4G470-aibU/s72-c/105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6390968842295906475</id><published>2011-11-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T04:52:26.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOH JING MIN!:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha you're finally 16, and this means that it has been 8 years since we first knew each other, and 7 years since we became close friends. I still remember the first time I actually interacted with you - how I decided to sit with you during "Better English" class one day instead of my usual seat and how we walked home together that day and that's the start of our friendship! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's really awesome how we were in the best group (Most of the Frisbee people came from Topaz haha!) and how we sat opposite each other in class, complaining about all the lousy teachers and saying all sorts of things! And how we erm helped each other, so embarrassing if you think about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And even if we aren't in the same school now, we're still close and still have heart to heart talks! And that time we went swimming together, with only the 2 of us, was awesome, and I love how we sat at Kopitiam after that for the next few hours to talk about things. And of course the study session at the library with Edwin and Cyrus, and it was really special to me because it was the first time I tried group study! And all the times I hid my phone under my blanket just to sms you even though I should be sleeping haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really really glad I got to know you, and I'm sure this friendship will not die out within the next few years. I mean if we can still remain close despite not being in the same secondary school, then how different can the next few years be! And anyway we live so close, can just pop by each other's house (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and thank you for forgiving me for all those times when you tried to drag me down to exercise but I would refuse cos I'm a lazy pig heehee :D But I didn't regret the other time when Pin, you and I walked Huzaifi home haha the banana drink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I think I'm really lucky to have known you and have our friendship last for so long! Let's continue being friends and then 20 years down the road, our kids and future generations will be friends too! And haha better not intermarry our kids just in case we're distant distant cousins or something since we have the same surname lol. But anyway, hope you had an awesome day today, that the papers were alright, and that dinner will be awesome!:D ILY!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 42, 71); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CfcUd_SvxIo/TrEsqdn5WeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-QrRcmBT348/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670362513854257634" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFaASyEmJqA/TrEtgclSlmI/AAAAAAAAAvE/JeNQkpiLGvo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670363441287829090" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So many people ponned school today, apparently, there were only 3 people from 413 who came to school! But today's activities weren't that bad, the Yellow Ribbon video was super funny cos we were making comments throughout the whole video, like "that strange man is doing a strange act" when the main guy carried the girl, and Sam was pointing out that when the friend stabbed his friend, it was literally backstabbing haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before Mrs Tan's talk, we had 30 minutes of free time, so Clara and I went around school to take photos! Haha reminded us of the other time after SLI 2009, we also went around taking photos, and there was this class (206 I think?) who decorated their class really nicely!:D And this is my favourite photo out of all the photos we took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7pggWf0V3E/TrEtlPO01xI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mi2UWABuVdg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670363523603289874" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent my recess with Esther and Clara in the Room. Played Temple Run, and learnt this new game called Crazy Cows, where it teaches you about cannibalism, because as a cow, you're supposed to move around and eat other cows that are either smaller or the same size as you. And then you swell up with every cow you eat until you became super fat. And Clara was playing the irritating Nyan Cat game. I can't believe that she loves the game, even when I insisted that it was meant for 5 year old kids or something, given how the Cat moves super slowly and all. (Haha do you all know, when Clara first went to Yong En to teach the kids, this P1 kid asked her if she had homework to do, thinking Clara was only 11 hahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Daiso with Chelsea, Clara and Esther after school. Best thing was, Cheese called, and was asking about the thing we were buying, and it turned out that she was at Daiso too! And the both of us just went to Daiso together yesterday. And this little girl took the one I wanted, but since she's pretty cute and smart, I shall forgive her (I am not pedo-ing here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, it's only these few days when I realized how bonded our batch is. I don't mean just yearmates or classmates, but the whole Sec 4 cohort, all 481 of us. And Yahoogroups is the best communication channel ever! Haha look forward to Graduation Ceremony, it's gonna be awesome cos a lot of super cool things will be revealed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, Mrs Tan showed us this video during her speech today, and I was really inspired by it. Go watch if you have never seen it before, you won't regret it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/42E2fAWM6rA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6390968842295906475?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6390968842295906475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6390968842295906475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6390968842295906475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6390968842295906475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-loh-jing-mindd-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-CfcUd_SvxIo/TrEsqdn5WeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-QrRcmBT348/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4450114391495059040</id><published>2011-11-01T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:05:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met Jing Min today! Alighted from the bus and saw her alighting from the taxi across the road. And like the previous time I met her after school she was heading for the minimart lol! The coolest thing was that on my train ride home I was just thinking how cool it would be if I could actually meet her face to face and ask her how her day was since today's her last day as a 15 year old!:D Haha Jing Min if you are reading this, come back and read this tomorrow okay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was officially the start of our Post EYA activities, kinda ironic right. Highlight of the day would probably be during the talk by SUTD. Before the talk started, Natasha went to throw a paper aeroplane that hit me on the head. Then I threw it back, and it flew up super high before crashing down squarely on her head muahaha. And she threw it back but it hit Mel's head, and when I threw it back it hit Yushi's nose haha. Okay doesn't sound very exciting here, but it was really fun at that time cos it provided entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brought my camera to school today and didn't even get to take a single photo! ): Yearmates when will we take our photo with Miss Loy! ): And our photo ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah Milo van finally came today! Drank 5 cups in total hehe, Milo is awesome (free Milo is even more awesome). Sara drank 4 cups in a row, but she drank super slowly! Got reminded of the other time when the Milo van came last year and we wanted to drink 11 cups each. In the end I think I only made it to 8 cups, and suffered from a stomachache for the rest of the day, haha punishment for being too greedy I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes yes on Saturday my family went to Downtown East to eat dinner and we were wondering where there were so many people, especially teenagers! Turns out that was some Halloween event at Escape. When we were about to go and unlock our bicycles, this big group of people who were the ones organizing the event came to do a walk around the area to like promote their event. Their makeup is super professional, like there was this girl carrying a doll with blood splashed all around, this man who wore a prison suit thing etc etc! There were 2 stilt walkers wearing masks but unfortunately I found them to be very amusing because they had to keep walking with their heads down to avoid hitting all the exit signs on the ceiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was this girl dressed up in a long white dress with a long hair wig, and she would just silently walk around the crowd, which is pretty scary, if you suddenly turn around and see a "ghost" staring at you. There were 2 people carrying live snakes too, but I found it funny too because one of the snakes' tail was stroking the person's butt haha. Oh and there was this super cool girl dressed up in tattered clothing, and carrying this hideous mask thing, and she would walk right up to you and stare at you without blinking. And she had this dagger protruding from either side of the head, the makeup was super real, and her acting was awesome! I really wanted to tell her good job if she came up to me, but she didn't ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think in general they really did a good job (I'm assuming they are polytechnic students who are organizing this event as their project, something like the Night Safari one), because instead of just walking around the area, they would like walk right up to individuals, and all of them were super serious about it, no laughter and all. And the makeup and attire were really well selected and done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha I think I sound pretty brave right now, but I'm actually really scared of the supernatural, and my number 1 fear is of the dark. But I think after going through Night Trail (once in PB, and the other in Ecamp), organizing Night Trail (though our station was kinda fail cos I couldn't act), and watching Korean variety shows that had the horror element in it (Family Outing, SNSD Horror Factory, WGM Special, Super Junior Minidrama), I kind of got used to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember how when Celine, Felicia and I went to Escape's Haunted House in Sec 1/2, I just walked through the area with my head down, eyes closed, holding on to the person in front me's shoulders heh. And how I screamed and fell down a lot of times during Ecamp Night Trail (frankly I didn't know I could scream so high pitched haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wow I thought this would be a short post but it turned out to be pretty long. Ending here then goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_15B49wBhs/Tq_fm0K6miI/AAAAAAAAAug/GKStcjpLcgE/s400/100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669996313815194146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtYdIt7Qp88/Tq_fz6P_THI/AAAAAAAAAus/nU74XxJXv_c/s400/102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669996538785385586" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4450114391495059040?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4450114391495059040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4450114391495059040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4450114391495059040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4450114391495059040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/met-jing-min-today-alighted-from-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-p_15B49wBhs/Tq_fm0K6miI/AAAAAAAAAug/GKStcjpLcgE/s72-c/100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4907300500508137483</id><published>2011-10-29T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:08:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lala it's the weekends, everyone rejoice!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Maths lessons yesterday, Mrs Tan bought Milo for all of us to drink!:D Best thing was that it was still cold. I'm really happy that Mrs Tan was our teacher, because her pace of teaching suits me perfectly, like giving me enough time to digest all the new things and all. And it's so much better having a fixed teacher, not like last year when we had 4 relief teachers, of which 2 are 19 year olds who just graduated from JC ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched The Pianist during English Options yesterday. Was supposed to watch The Social Network but then the teacher was going on about how she was so shocked when she watched the first 20 minutes of the film because of the sex scenes or some other weird things. But it's NC 16 and we're all 16 years old anyway! (except for Celine haha 30 December aww) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I really don't like to watch films where the setting is during the war time, because I'll get nightmares after that. As in yes it is a fact that the people in the past really did live through these times and suffered the same treatment shown in the film, but I don't like to see visuals of it alright ): So the whole time we were watching the film, I was holding a piece of paper in front of me to cover my eyes any time when I wasn't feeling comfortable. Karmun used her jacket to cover her eyes too, only Celine was watching everything haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But true, The Pianist is really a classic, and it's really touching especially the last part! You all can just go and wiki the synopsis if you don't want to watch it (: (And Celine if you're reading this, the film wasn't even directed by Steven Spielberg lor she lied!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baked a cake last night, but the cream ruined it. The whipping cream wasn't for whipping meh ): The cake's supposed to be like a birthday cake for my brother tomorrow, but I have not decided if I want to re make another one :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay going to hurry up and finish Maths then I can concentrate on Chinese and Malay Os in peace :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh right yesterday before Maths, Mel and I were fighting over a table cos both of us didn't want to sit at the side. And Victoria took photos of us, and they are all on FB now haha. Well I won the fight, and got the table in the end :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MnB2wpbk1E/Tqtc5IQUq1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/w4wXpRH7PzU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668726692514147154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4907300500508137483?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4907300500508137483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4907300500508137483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4907300500508137483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4907300500508137483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/lala-its-weekends-everyone-rejoiced.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-2MnB2wpbk1E/Tqtc5IQUq1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/w4wXpRH7PzU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7751591365870795297</id><published>2011-10-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:19:00.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was an awesome day! At first I was quite worried in the morning because we had Geog and Bio presentations today and we weren't prepared for both presentations, but everything worked out fine!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Geog today, I think all the ideas were very cool! So basically what we were supposed to do was to find a suitable location and then build a model of our shopping mall. For our presentation, Rebekah and Eleanor did most of the speaking and Rebekah crapped through everything, haha what the bugs drop from the trees to feed the fishes. But I think it's thanks to all these kind of humour that all the groups gave us super high, so in the end on average we got 21/24 :D (And Mrs Mohammad gave us 17 lol). I liked Celine's group's shopping mall design, super pretty. And Eleanor was being mean because she asked all the other groups so many questions, but nobody asked us any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Bio, it was really boring at first, because each group took like around 15 minutes to present ): But things changed after Clara and I presented, I mean, we took like only 5 minutes at most haha, most efficient group ever? (: And we got to watch House after hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow so today marks the end of Geog and Bio options, can't believe I've gone through 5 and 6 weeks of classes respectively! Tomorrow will be the last English lesson, and we're watching a movie yay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ohh the new 9pm show on Channel 8 seems quite interesting. And I don't really watch TV haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And woots I can go for my class chalet. On a boat. How cool is that :D Though the price is a bit high :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes yesterday my parents decided to be adventurous so we all cycled out to Lorong Halus Wetlands. So it's like to go there you must cycle past Pasir Ris Farmway 1, 2 and 3, which is this ulu place were they keep a lot of animals (mostly dogs since you just keep hearing them barking away). Yeah and Serangoon Reservoir flows through the Wetlands, so it's like one side of the place is Pasir Ris and the other side is Punggol and Sengkang, super cool! And there's this part of the wetlands where it actually used to be a dumping ground, kinda like Semakau actually. The scenery there is quite good actually, like very nature-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes and I saw Edwin Goh (is that the name?), the guy who acted in Fighting Spiders there too! Haha he looked super awkward, but I was in a bad mood then so all I did was smirk oops heh. Always wanted to see someone famous, like someone who appeared on TV before or something, didn't expect to see him! Seems like a lot of people see him before leh, Chelsea and some other people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah my brother's last day of school is tomorrow?! Why does he end even earlier than me? Maybe cos all the O level people need the space? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes I forgot about this until I saw FB. After Geog today I was in a super high mood, and my creativity level surged so I went around making up songs! And I made up a song for Clara, there's 2 versions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Version 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clara the murderer dissected frogs~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes she dissected them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Version 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clara the little girl dissected frogs~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes she dissected them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha the lyrics super lame la, but it's the tune of the song that's the most important. Cos Clara hates that song muahaha :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I made up a song for Annabel too, it goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An-na-bel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anna in the bell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha lame la, but it's to the tune of ding dong bell, pussy in the well! And Bianche said it was pretty cool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I'm turning retarded, shall end here with a photo of our nice shopping mall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtJQe_JqcA8/TqlLtrtDfHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xl1cQpi2MPs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668144854220373106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7751591365870795297?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7751591365870795297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7751591365870795297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7751591365870795297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7751591365870795297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-was-awesome-day-at-first-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-VtJQe_JqcA8/TqlLtrtDfHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/xl1cQpi2MPs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4155436842350627019</id><published>2011-10-26T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:11:59.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had this super awesome dream last night, where I was friends with Super Junior, SHINee and SNSD, and then we travelled somewhere together and interacted with each other. And we broke up into teams to play cool games haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After PE yesterday, Jia Le, Esther, Mel and I played frisbee for a while (okay I kind of begged them to come with me) since Tarbet set up a frisbee "booth" for House Carnival. In the end the four of us played against a bunch of Sec 2s and 3s. Yeah man we thrashed them and we were super happy because we all shared a common dislike for one of the girls heh. And she obviously fouled a lot, I mean it's obviously wrong to hold another person's hands down while she tries to block you right! But we won like 6-0 or something (I think) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played badminton and frisbee 2 days ago, and my hand is aching ): Never mind, I must stick to my belief that this means that my muscles are growing, grow muscle grow! (lol so retarded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week of Options, and second last week of school. Still can't believe that we're graduating next Friday! O: Talking about graduation, I better go and start work on the graduation post I'm hoping to do (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh so many things to do but no motivation ): At least I have a bit more energy today so I'm really hoping that I can finish my Med Bio reflections and Chinese homework and hopefully Maths too by today :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you have never watched this MV before, you all should! I really like the song, and the story in the MV is meaningful (first time putting a video on my blog I hope it works!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RJM0uAAHt3A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes it worked! Just that it screwed up the chatbox area :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah okay then I shall end here (: Good luck to all those taking O levels, it's gonna be over soon!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4155436842350627019?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4155436842350627019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4155436842350627019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4155436842350627019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4155436842350627019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/had-this-super-awesome-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/RJM0uAAHt3A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6876105685581637214</id><published>2011-10-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T05:41:40.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woots I'm back. Haha sorry I'm nuts now after reading my friend's tag on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dissected a frog yesterday. Clara and I were feeling very sad the whole time, the poor frog died so that we could learn about it's internal organs etc! ): And the worst thing was that the heart kept pumping the whole time, even till the end when we threw the frog away ): And I really didn't like how some pairs went to cut up every part of the frog. As in we were supposed to just dissect the abdominal area, but some people went to cut up the mouth to look at the tongue, cut out the eye, even cutting the head in order to find the brain. And another group actually went to pull out the heart and chop it up into pieces. As in I seriously felt very sad because they showed no respect to the poor frog, muti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lating it and all, and actually laughing and taking joy the whole time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aww I just finished watching the last episode of Ai ): Haha obviously I didn't like catch every single episode, but last time I always watched it on Saturday at my uncle's house so I roughly know the characters. So funny how everyone who used to be enemies became allies and such good friends towards the end. Shows how you should be nice to everyone because you don't know what your relationship with them will be in future. And we were laughing about how Zhou Yingming (the big bad guy) can get shot like more than 9 times in various places and still not die. Like everytime the guy fires one round at him, he will somehow be able to get up hold a gun and threaten somemore, and talk a lot. And there's this part where Xie Mingming underwent an operation and once she came out of the surgery room she regained consciousness and could talk to everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NetCarn tomorrow! I very scared it rains leh ): And the whole of this week, almost every class has been training like everyday at the Netball Courts. Even when I was going home today there were still people practising shooting! And my classmates can only be bothered to play during PE, and even try to slack off during PE somemore lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There will be a lot of sprained ankles and abrasions tomorrow though. Haha sound so sadistic right, but that's really the case. And then halfway through you'll see a gauze lying on the floor becausethe tape just doesn't stick to sweaty skin. Last year, Eleanor even went to the hospital for stitches on her chin! I hope no ones goes to the hospital this time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there's no Milo van this year again! So irritating, I think the Milo van during our NetCarn like once?! And frankly I think if the school really had the chance to choose which day they wanted the Milo van to come down, they should have chosen the Sec 3 NetCarn instead of the Sec 1 Netcarn. Like seriously, the game gets increasingly violent and tiring so it makes more sense to have the Milo van come during the upper sec NetCarn right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha I'm like complaining complaining complaining today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes English today is so fun! Basically for the whole lesson we just did our group research and then present. And our group got Music Videos so we were just watching lots of videos :D The other groups got SitCom, Reality TV and Korean Dramas, but I'm contented with ours already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol wts this man from Northern Ireland tried to turn his own faeces into gold. And his experiment went wrong and he started a fire in a block of flats instead. So to turn poo into gold you burn it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Such a lengthy post, I'm such a chatterbox today. Okay fine, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna have to wake up early tomorrow mehh ): What shall I eat for breakfast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow our class is going to have a class chalet on a boat! Cos Symone's dad is in some club and then he helped us book the boat already. I think it's more of a cruise since it can hold up to 50 plus people or something? But the thing is that all 3 dates I'm not very free? Like one before Malay Os, one right before the RSP trip and one on the first day of the RSP trip itself ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha okay shall end the post here with a last picture and bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESEmFEc9EzA/TqFoBjiamMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JhU2yFtrnCA/s400/98.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665924182137542850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wS2vS6DEHQ/TqFnYw0IJeI/AAAAAAAAAtk/WqeL2TTYjdo/s400/97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665923481326855650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9H9J1ix13GE/TqFnV0WQwNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-irzEu9QIjk/s400/99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665923430735724754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6876105685581637214?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6876105685581637214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6876105685581637214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6876105685581637214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6876105685581637214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/woots-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ESEmFEc9EzA/TqFoBjiamMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/JhU2yFtrnCA/s72-c/98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1424019301758299265</id><published>2011-10-19T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:40:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a good day (: Haha seems like everyday is a good day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found out that Chelsea is a &lt;s&gt; cupboard &lt;/s&gt;closet camwhore! Seeing her take so many photos of herself using some camera application on Esther's phone is amusing :D Haha but I gotta admit she looks very cute in a lot of the photos, especially the fishy one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Clara and I are in the same group for Bio group work! At first, Mrs Prama was talking about how she wanted us to work with people we have never worked with, and that we shouldn't work with the people we sit beside. But in the end when everyone else formed groups, then we just went to ask if we could form the group of 2, and she said alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah then we went to the library for research. Found a few useful books, but anyway the most useful book will be the First Aid Manual so we planned to do most of the research at home (: And we found out that our library has a lot of weird and funny books haha. We were like secretly reading all those books, they were quite interesting, but like Clara said, I don't think we would read the book anywhere else or in front of anyone else :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes today we formed 2 teams. Team Long comprising of Chelsea and I against Team Leang consisting of Jia Le and Clara. Haha the name of the team has a meaning okay!:D And Team Long is a lot nicer than  "Cheljun" haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jia Le's "I just looked into someone's eyes" was so funny!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh I think Clara said something about having less than 20 days left in school? Time sure flies, it's really sad to think about how after 4 November, yearmates won't ever all gather in the Room together, doing random stuff and talking about everything under the sun ): I really hope that everyone will still stay in touch even if we are in different classes and CCAs next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And today we talked about very serious and solemn stuff ): Don't worry Clara, Jia Le and Sara, I really think it's just my wild imagination, I'm sure nothing will happen!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found out about Loading Artist on Facebook, and I went to see some of his comic strips. Alamak the photo turned out too small to be viewed, so I shall just paste the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loadingartist.com/2011/08/29/strings/"&gt;http://www.loadingartist.com/2011/08/29/strings/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loadingartist.com/2011/05/01/dating-tips/"&gt;http://www.loadingartist.com/2011/05/01/dating-tips/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha okay one photo to end off this post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3I5UZoiqVH0/Tp7J397tkrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/WRPN25C2nx4/s400/96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665187344633664178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(edit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh I just remembered something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please don't come back and talk to me only when you need my help. I don't even see you as a friend anymore, like seriously, what sort of friend are you if you can just walk past me, look at me, and just continue walking forward without even showing any sign of recognition. And so much for all those time you were telling me your troubles back when we were still in lower secondary. Seriously, I've learnt that people who tend to be very AA never make good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And another thing, when you read about something on someone's blog where that person basically talks about the bad traits of one person, and you actually start wondering if the person in question is actually you, don't you think it's time to do some reflection? I mean if the blogger is talking about some negative part of person X, and you actually think it might be about you, then doesn't it indicate that even you yourself feel that you have treated the blogger the same way? I mean I've read people's blogs and felt as if they were talking about me, and I feel really bad afterwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1424019301758299265?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1424019301758299265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1424019301758299265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1424019301758299265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1424019301758299265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-was-good-day-haha-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-3I5UZoiqVH0/Tp7J397tkrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/WRPN25C2nx4/s72-c/96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1295505127751427840</id><published>2011-10-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:39:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today went a lot better than I expected (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;English presentation was good, in fact I think our group did the best haha. Kar Mun designed the board and it was super nice! Everyone else's was like just print cut and paste that kind of thing, but she wrote everything out! I think our group's teamwork is the best :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Geog was funny. It was mainly presentations today and halfway through Cheese and I were the only ones awake in our group so we started doing weird things. Like putting glue on our hand and then peeling it off, and blowing at Rebekah or Eleanor to wake them up (: We were being high and crazy by ourselves while the presentations went on at a snail's pace. And after that was group work, we're supposed to design a shopping mall, and we're gonna build a 3D model of it! Thank god we have Rebekah and Eleanor in our group, they are the artistically inclined ones in our group, as compared to Cheese, Si Gek and I. Haha I think our group is the most bonded group too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah gonna dissect a frog on Thursday. Haha my dad just reminded me of this comic strip from Foxtrot where Paige also had to dissect a frog. So she was like dreading it all the time, but when she finally dissected the frog she realized she had this hidden passion and love for dissection. Hope it doesn't turn out the same way for me, because I'll look like a murderer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay there's PE tomorrow, I really hope the weather's good. Like not raining, but not too hot either. Yay netball, I love netball!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally finished the Malay paper. Grah it's so hard, there were so many words I didn't understand. Which is why I'm going to type everything into Google Translate later heh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vectors is hard ): Funny right, how Maths EYAs are over but we still have Maths lessons. Apparently RJ requested the Maths teacher to teach us Vectors, so I assume it to be some super important topic. But I don't understand how to do it!D: And now I finally realized that all the time Mr Chua was talking about calculating values using vectors during Physics lessons since last year, he was referring to the triangle thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the morning everyone was so tired so we didn't switch on the lights. Everyone just fell asleep on the floor, there were like 8 of us sleeping together! And I nearly fell into deep sleep until a bunch of people made a lot of noise outside! ): And Ruoxi looked the most comfortable haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lala Kartrider is a fun game. Still remember the other time when we had like 4 yearmates playing the game at the same time, and all the screaming because we were playing item mode. I hope the game appears in the Android market soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Post EYA activities (ironic that it's only for the last week of school) seem so boring ): Mainly all the talks ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I shall go off now bye bye!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EJeYJxdmdrU/Tp1zQQq5tCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XBUfDOSL0-4/s400/95.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664810629491962914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1295505127751427840?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295505127751427840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1295505127751427840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1295505127751427840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1295505127751427840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-went-lot-better-than-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-EJeYJxdmdrU/Tp1zQQq5tCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XBUfDOSL0-4/s72-c/95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1487773280276965281</id><published>2011-10-17T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:44:54.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decided to go home by taking 105 to Toa Payoh, then take MRT to Bishan, then Circle Line to Paya Lebar, and finally transfer to green line. Haha actually it was Clara who suggested it and I didn't have options today so I decided to try it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boarded the train at Toa Payoh, but the doors didn't close for like super long! And finally the train stopped at Braddell and there was some annou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ncement about the train being delayed for 20 minutes due to a train fault. We decided to alight from the MRT, and I wanted to ask the people in the control room about which bus to take to Bishan, but there was this group of uncles and aunties swarming the area and demanding refunds and taxis etc because there were late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end, we decided not to take the bus, but walk instead, because we thought SPH was near RI = near Bishan. Wah we walked for almost 30 minutes, and I think everyone who saw us must have thought we ponned school or something. Finally reached Bishan feeling really tired, but it was a good adventure (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Played netball for the whole PE lesson since my other classmates didn't want to play. I love the game man, looking forward to NetCarn!:D And the relief teacher is super cool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then that's about it, still have a Chinese and Malay paper to do ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_C4ITINUPU/Tpvc2XicTNI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Yflf32Z2OY/s400/79.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664363782938053842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1487773280276965281?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1487773280276965281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1487773280276965281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1487773280276965281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1487773280276965281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/decided-to-go-home-by-taking-105-to-toa.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-S_C4ITINUPU/Tpvc2XicTNI/AAAAAAAAAso/_Yflf32Z2OY/s72-c/79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1925903579473338949</id><published>2011-10-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T05:40:37.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I have a lot to blog about today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, Clara and I went to ION yesterday before Med Bio!:D Went to Daiso, ArtBox and then Prologue. I remember the first time I went to Prologue was with Chelsea, and I really loved the second storey :D It was a really good trip, because everything went so well, and I even managed to buy the correction tape I was looking for. At first I was deciding whether to come back another day since I forgot to bring the Popular card but decided to just buy it. And when I was paying and the cashier asked if I was a member, I said that I forgot to bring, and she asked for my EZ link card to type in my NRIC instead! I didn't know that they could do such a thing, so in the end we got our 10% off afterall (: And then when we went home, it was raining and we didn't bring along an umbrella. Fortunately, the journey to the bus stop was all underground except for the part where we had to cross the road, so we weren't drenched. And the bus stop gate was opened, so we didn't need to walk all the way to the front gate in the rain too!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then moving on to today, we got back Chem and English today. A lot of people cried ): Somehow it seems like everyone's (or rather most of us) marks for EYAs didn't meet our expectations. Is it because the paper was really hard, or was it because it was our last EYA so we wanted to do exceptionally well? I could have gotten 10 more marks for Chem ): Well I lost 5 marks because I realized I typed in the wrong value into the calculator but didn't have time to change my answer from the graph onwards. And just because I wrote the state symbol of cyclobutane as aqueous instead of gaseous, I got 1 mark deducted. Oh yeah there was this question where they told us to write the equation for bromomethane, and Mel, Wen Ting and I got it wrong, because we only saw the "ethane" so we thought there were 2 carbon atoms when it was 1 carbon atom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes the hall. When I entered, there was tables and chairs in this section of the hall and I was wondering which irresponsible student didn't put back the tables and chairs back after using, until the Mr Lim went to type on the computer not to move the furniture, and to look up for the reason why they were there. Lo and behold, one of the lights (the cover thing) was going to drop! It was like hanging by 2 tiny wires or something, and even though it wasn't shaking or anything, it looked like it was going to drop anytime. The poor people sitting near the area must have sat through the 3 hours in fear :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For Med Bio today, we dissected a sheep's kidney! Actually I think for dissections right, the thinking about it part is actually scarier than the actual dissection itself. I mean once you find the courage to pick up the scalpel and start dissecting things, the whole process won't feel as grossed out as you imagined. I can only hope that I will be able to say this after the frog dissection next Thursday :/ In fact, I even forced myself to view photos of frog dissections so that I won't be so scared when it's our turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myBpvWAk4t8/TpbbcBDCcZI/AAAAAAAAAsc/iN_ZyRsMY5E/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662954855828976018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5s95m_9CD3I/TpbbYPxoI6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Qi7fDHi1HCk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662954791063004066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU0KATm13Xk/TpbbQJsv_VI/AAAAAAAAAsE/cEO4qsUGpf0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662954651992980818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0-6LKdhSU/TpbaMxm251I/AAAAAAAAAr4/1LhVnnMabDQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662953494474581842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we tested urine too! Haha it's actually some tea solution or something, but after adding sodium hydroxide and copper sulfate, the colour of the solution and precipitate is very nice, that is, if you don't shake the solution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2zU_0uRSXws/TpbaGJ8NqEI/AAAAAAAAArs/Bb7gUNlTcFE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662953380747520066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE4YWlfDNkQ/TpbZ2xq4oOI/AAAAAAAAArg/xFu23vc3Tfc/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662953116534350050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVCWDKi__hA/TpbZj73tfXI/AAAAAAAAArU/cP_dgAM3t30/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662952792854986098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes these 4 days there are only 3 people in my school bus, because we're the only Sec 4s. And Leti said that she's the only girl in the school bus for this whole week lol! The school's really quiet, in fact when I went to school on Tuesday morning, it felt really surreal. Felt like it was the morning of the second day of camp or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday is a busy day, I hope it will be fun!:D Wait I mean I know it will be fun, I just hope it will be as fun as I imagine!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1925903579473338949?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1925903579473338949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1925903579473338949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1925903579473338949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1925903579473338949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-i-have-lot-to-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-myBpvWAk4t8/TpbbcBDCcZI/AAAAAAAAAsc/iN_ZyRsMY5E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6912499198630692391</id><published>2011-10-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T06:58:05.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so happy right now :D 19 people leh! Ms Loy is awesome!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got back Bio today, I freaking passed by 3 marks !@#$% The thing was that I expected myself to get at least 40 plus somemore wts. But the thing was that when I saw the marks, I didn't feel regret or anything over nothaving spent some more time on studying, because I really felt like I did my best. And it was only during the reviewing of answers part that I started to think of another reason, which I've started to realize may really be the reason behind why I did so badly. Okay I won't state explicitly what it is here, but people close to me should know so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got back Area Studies today. Mr Mizar must love giving me 15 or something. Like seriously, other than the AA which was upon 12 marks, everything else was upon 20 marks, and I got 15 for every single one of them. And I was very sad by the news ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol I realized everything I've posted so far is so vague!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes I have interesting photos to upload :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, revealing my masterpiece - a portrait of Chelsea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLhpLGWTMWw/TpWa0JrNwLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/t7Qkt3Q9K38/s400/2011-10-12%2B10.42.38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662602327229317298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha okay evidently, I lack artistic talent. But before you say that there's 0% resemblance to the real person, please take note of the following details:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Her ponytail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Her earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Her small eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so now it looks little bit more like Chelsea?(: The thing is we were doodling on some random classroom's blackboard while waiting for Mr Mizar to come, and after that we forgot to erase it, so the picture is still on the blackboard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, presenting to you, a series of notes:D Haha I think it's pretty obvious who it is :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oYTl8spno_A/TpWbiCQIGZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/X-NIkAbrDHQ/s400/2011-10-12%2B15.31.06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662603115510634898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9tNr829zYc/TpWbrt5bmrI/AAAAAAAAAqY/8d1HqL2gNwc/s400/2011-10-12%2B15.31.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662603281845426866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CrFRHqVre_E/TpWb1JCxA9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Edmk2MQ1ktA/s400/2011-10-12%2B15.31.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662603443751158738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70jiGvNSjXw/TpWb_hQXrKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7Sv282fAHOQ/s400/2011-10-12%2B15.31.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662603622049361058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been playing a lot of German Bridge these few days, it's really fun!:D And it makes playing cards more interesting, because frankly I'm very bored with Bridge and Hearts now. And the thing is German Bridge is interesting because the aim of the game is not to win everything, but to get as close to the number of sets you predicted, so you have to like control your greed to not underbid that kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then ending here, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6912499198630692391?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6912499198630692391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6912499198630692391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6912499198630692391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6912499198630692391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-happy-right-now-d-19-people-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-qLhpLGWTMWw/TpWa0JrNwLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/t7Qkt3Q9K38/s72-c/2011-10-12%2B10.42.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7389926255427777432</id><published>2011-10-10T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T04:40:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths 2 is over! Funny how Sec 4 start EYAs earlier and end later/as late as the other levels. I can't believe that it was the last RGS paper that I would sit for. Graduation Day is in less than a month! Time flies sigh. And I want to take photos with the teachers and the canteen vendors. Yes the canteen vendors, because they are very nice to me, especially the aunty from stall 2 and 4 and the cafe (the one that usually scoops the ice cream) (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha yesterday I wanted to blog "Maths is making me feel like murdering someone". Now I'm liberated!:D Well for a short while at least since Olevels are coming up real fast. And those who are taking 3rd lang (as in Jap/French/German) have their Olevels this week! Good luck people!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to tutor primary kids at Yong En Care Centre on Saturday, it was something that Ruoxi arranged (: It was what I had wanted to know for a really long time, as in go and tutor primary school kids. But I'm afraid I'm no longer so eager, because these kids really have a lot of energy and they are really loud :/ And when I first taught the 3 primary 3 kids, I felt like I was getting bullied by them, which is really ironic, since I look more like the bullying type rather than the person being bullied right. But anyway in the end, I found a way to get them to do their work properly (: Okay fine it might have been bribery, because I told them that for every 3 pages of correct work they will get 1 coupon, which is something that they collect and then exchange for something else. Well but anyway they were already cheating me of the coupons at the start, like there were coupons like "I greeted my tutor" or "I said 'thank you' to my tutor" etc, so they would do the action and then demand a coupon. Anyway in the end I think I managed to get along quite well with them, especially with this girl whom I think had a grudge against me or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, Ruoxi and the rest taught P1 kids, and she was telling us about how difficult it was to teach them that 7+4=11! It's true actually, I wonder how I learnt a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nd accepted it as fact...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to The Helix after that. First time I went to the MBS area, so I was pretty much amazed. But I don't really like standing on The Helix, because I get dizzy. Turns out that it was because the bridge kinda floats on water, and the current makes it bobs a little, but not everyone feels it. And when I went to The Shoppes, I recognized the place because I saw it in a picture on FB! Well but anyway everything there is really really expensive, I mean we went to the foodcourt there, and it even has a fancy name called "Rasapura". And the food there is the same as those that you will find in neighbourhood foodcourt, but the price is like 3 times more expensive. Like this plate of Nasi Lemak can cost you $6 when it's usually sold at only $2.50. And Chicken Rice can be $8.80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the Tampines Eco Garden for the second time on Sunday(which I realized was yesterday)! The first time we went there, we were following my mum's direction, and the during the whole journey we had no idea where this park was, because it was the Sunplaza park area, and there was clearly no free land there to build a park. Turns out that they sort of converted the forest (which suffered from a very bad forest fire a few years back) to this eco park thing. So they have the same trees and all, just that they planted another type of grass, I think it's the same one as the type you find on golf courses, basically the type where you can walk barefeet on (: And there were people who cycled into the park even though there's this sign outside that says "no cycling a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;llowed in the park in order to conserve the environment" with bicycle lots. Isn't it ironical that you visit the park to learn more about appreciating nature, b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ut in the process of doing so you just destroy nature! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup okay I actually have 3 Chinese papers that I have to finish, and I have only finished 1.5 of them :/ See ya then (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02Wkheg69OI/TpLBxifp6TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ieVczciQZ5s/s400/92.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661800738375461170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xQ9ZQeKB00/TpLBe3j7KLI/AAAAAAAAApw/f5HOl-urlXU/s400/91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661800417612998834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7389926255427777432?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7389926255427777432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7389926255427777432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7389926255427777432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7389926255427777432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/maths-2-is-over-funny-how-sec-4-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-02Wkheg69OI/TpLBxifp6TI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ieVczciQZ5s/s72-c/92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6622426949727757832</id><published>2011-10-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:07:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During Med Bio today, Clara and I were having fun torturing each other with the instrument to measure our blood pressure. So you know there are those manual kind right, where you tie the strap thing around your upper arm, and then you have to manually squeeze this pump that then inflates the thing around your upper arm, with this thing that records the amount of pressure being felt. Yup so we took turns squeezing each other and torturing each other :D And even though Mrs Prama explained it to be normal, I still think our heart rate etc are a bit abnormal! O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really glad to have Clara in my Med Bio class, because I really got to know her a lot a lot more. I mean I've never really had the opportunity these 4 years to work mainly with her, and I feel like the Clara I know after Med Bio is slightly different from the Clara I knew before Med Bio. Clara, if you're reading this, do know that I enjoy Med Bio class with you very much, I think it would be really different if I didn't experience Med Bio with you!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and if you all have never watched Pride and Prejudice, the 2005 one starring Matthew Macfayden and Keira Knightley, do go and watch cos IT'S AWESOME! Watched it during English options on Tuesday in the media room in the library, and everyone was ooh-ing and ahh-ing at all the cute scenes between Mr Darcy, Mr Bingley and Elizabeth. It is only through the things I learnt during English option did I realize the many hidden meanings and significance of each scene of the film, because I watched the film once previously, but my focus was solely on the plot. Do do go and watch the film okay, after your EYAs or Olevels or something :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maths 1 today was quite good, and I'm really confident that this is one paper that I won't fail :D I really hope I can do well, because at least I am very sure that my understanding of the various concept is complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah "My Everything" by 98 degrees is really nice :D Alternatively, you can listen to Donghae's version of the song :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kay some photos from Pride and Prejudice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 269px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361229994129042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNAQrHIT2_s/To2kjH4xdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/A4ITPHH1iP4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 299px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361802960763362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdJWZYcap_k/To2lEeWqeeI/AAAAAAAAApY/5M8Na94wYOc/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361697312049122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rG0JbIL2Qfg/To2k-UyDB-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/vuBXILhAxKI/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361602758833746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpLVBNGq3c/To2k40izdlI/AAAAAAAAApI/1hC9vBWVFpY/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361441037776578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u14zGT79HKo/To2kvaFf9sI/AAAAAAAAApA/XhWvLeDiVvE/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 360px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660361340330506162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZEQvFkZLAE/To2kpi7A97I/AAAAAAAAAo4/1I7qVxRAeDY/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6622426949727757832?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6622426949727757832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6622426949727757832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6622426949727757832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6622426949727757832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/during-med-bio-today-clara-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-kNAQrHIT2_s/To2kjH4xdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/A4ITPHH1iP4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1439193228416703638</id><published>2011-10-04T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:42:38.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm it seems like everyone hates Options, but for me I think it's interesting. Like the things we learnt need not be restricted to the school curriculum, so we actually have the chance to explore new fields. And through Options I've also made a lot of new friends, like actually those are people whom I can recognize, but I've never interacted with them before. I think Options is good actually (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just finished watching RM ep 60, the Gary show, and the ending was super scary OMG I'M STILL HAVING GOOSEBUMPS NOW! D: I was really freaked out leh, even now, I'm very scared I can't sleep tonight D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah past two days I've been dreaming about these 2 people. In fact in last night's dream, I told them that I dreamt about them the previous day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay off to do some more Maths bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1439193228416703638?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1439193228416703638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1439193228416703638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1439193228416703638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1439193228416703638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/hmm-it-seems-like-everyone-hates.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1661787656115660191</id><published>2011-10-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:50:57.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG WE HAVE SCHOOL ON FRIDAY D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we have school declared holiday on Childrens' Day like the past 3 years ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1661787656115660191?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1661787656115660191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1661787656115660191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1661787656115660191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1661787656115660191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/omg-we-have-school-on-friday-d-why-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6540900838431691241</id><published>2011-09-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:59:02.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading this book by Agatha Christie just now, and when I read the ending, I was really shocked at first, then I became disappointed (not with the plot though!). So basically this whole story is narrated from the point of view of Character X, and it is revealed at the end of the story that X was in fact the murderer! So the disappointment comes in with the fact that X was actually the murderer, like as in disappointed that he would actually commit such a crime, because X had totally gained my trust etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think Agatha Christie is really good at ending the story with a twist. Like I've read many of her books, where it would seem like the murderer is Character A, and even though you tell yourself 'I know the murderer would be a surprise so it won't be A', in the end you still get really surprised at who the real murderer is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, whoever writes detective stories are in fact the real detective, or else how would they be capable of describing the way the respective detectives arrive at their conclusion of the identity of the murderer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post sounds so morbid, because every paragraph contains the word "murderer", even this paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay going to sleep now, I have this very bad feeling that my eyesight is deteriorating, because my vision will go blurry sometimes ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6540900838431691241?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6540900838431691241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6540900838431691241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6540900838431691241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6540900838431691241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-reading-this-book-by-agatha.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7372194077396552790</id><published>2011-09-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T05:06:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, after dissecting a chicken wing during Med Bio, Clara and I discovered a side to us that we never knew about. Who would guess that we actually enjoyed peeling off, cutting up and poking holes in the chicken meat with our fingers! And you should never approach Clara if she's holding a scissors haha! Well Clara murdered the chicken and I murdered the scissors. Okay no, more like when I used the scissors the whole thing just fell apart -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well okay back to Maths, but to anyone who's reading this and has EYAs starting tomorrow, all the best!:D It's the last lap already, everything's gonna be over soon!(: Jia you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7372194077396552790?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7372194077396552790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7372194077396552790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7372194077396552790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7372194077396552790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-after-dissecting-chicken-wing.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-7979182965713258065</id><published>2011-09-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:06:31.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been long since I last posted, sorry D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah my arms are aching like crazy from frisbee yesterday ): I can't even straighten my arm or raise my arms properly! But frisbee yesterday was really fun, everyone just went all out and turned crazy! Last game was epic, because it was Pin, Cyrus, my brother and me against Edwin, Wenxi, Jeaneve and Jing Min and we actually won 10-5! Then we decided to continue to 15, and we won 15-9! Haha quite unexpected I think, and it felt kind of weird at the start because the four of us were never in the same team before. I realize I like to find the similarities between the members of the group, like the group I just mentioned would be the people-who-live-in-the-same-block group, then the Edwin, Pin, Jing Min and I group would be the ferris-wheel-people group (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a phone cover yesterday and it's pink! Omg I think after my mum bought me the pink water bottle, I've slowly started to accept the colour pink. Not that I hated that colour previously or something, but I've accepted the fact that having pink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;items doesn't mean you're a bimbo or that pink doesn't match me at all? Haha but I really think the pink phone cover is much nicer than the other colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Options have started! English is boring, and I don't like the teacher ): The thing is that I chose that option cos I wanted to be taught by Ms Lim, but sadly she has to go for some surgery so another teacher is taking over ): Thank god I have Celine beside me so that time can pass quicker :/ Bio is quite interesting! Haha very funny to see Mrs Prama not being able to stop smiling when she came into the classroom on the first day (: And sitting beside Clara is fun, though a bit quiet hahaha (: We arranged bones of some creature during our second lesson, and Clara and I were totally clueless so we just kept looking at what the other groups did. And it was only after we asked Mrs Prama then we realized that it was the skeleton of a rabbit! At first I thought it was a mouse, then I thought it was a bird lol. But I can't imagine myself dissecting a frog omg D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Geog options tomorrow, I'm excited!:D There's Celine again, so I get to see her for 4 years tomorrow lol. But I'm really thankful she's in 2 of the same options as me and we'll be sitting together if not I don't think I'll know anyone. And it's Mrs Mohammad yay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Super Junior's A-Cha MV is out!:D But the background is the same as in tai wan mei :/ Haha Jiahui and I have been sending each other a lot of emails these few days to send each other links to nice SJ videos (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watched BEG's Sixth Sense MV and the first impression was how weird it really was. But after watching it a few more times + listening to the live performance and MR removed, I realized how good all their vocals and rapping skills are :D The high notes sung by Jea, GaIn and Narsha is really awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol I really get all my information from Celine's blog, her blog is really like my Google or whatever you call it (: Usually when I read something I won'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;t believe it entirely, but for some reason I agree with almost everything Celine says! Not everything but ALMOST haha(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I think it's time to go back and do Maths ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ending off with a picture that's currently my lock screen wallpaper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyWVLf_aZdk/ToB4Y-PZqoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cvUvU10MLaQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656653502397131394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-7979182965713258065?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7979182965713258065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=7979182965713258065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7979182965713258065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/7979182965713258065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/been-long-since-i-last-posted-sorry-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-eyWVLf_aZdk/ToB4Y-PZqoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cvUvU10MLaQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6143883092201949242</id><published>2011-09-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:42:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MERDEKA!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew this week couldn't feel any longer, I think this is the most torturous and longest week I've ever been through. I think the fact that this EYA would be our last EYA before we graduate kind of added pressure in me to do well. But I must admit last week I was trying to not feel so stressed by reminding myself that 10 years from now my exact EYA grades would probably not matter anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But don't get the wrong impression, I don't study the whole time! In fact I just started playing Maplestory Adventures on FB last week (though I did stop playing for the past few days) and I watched a lot of videos and listened to a lot of nice songs to relieve stress :D I think although people might say "good luck, you can make it through", it sounds the most believable when the person telling you that is also going through the same thing. Not that I'm saying that I don't value the non-Sec 4 people telling me good luck, but I just thought about it, like if the person telling you isn't going through the same thing then how would he/she know that you will make it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I keep watching Super Junior videos now (: This is actually pretty much inevitable, since I sit between Jiahui and Cherie, so I listen to them talk about SJ everyday. I watched this video where Donghae and the rest of SJ talked about Donghae's dad (who passed away in 2006) and I cried because it was really so sad ): I cried again the next day after rewatching the video and also reading the comments on the video. Somehow I seem to be very emotional this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams were all quite okay I guess, though Biology and Chemistry was tricky. A lot of us were feeling very bad after Chemistry ended yesterday. I only found out my calculation error like 2 minutes before the paper ended so I couldn't change everything. And the worst thing is that when I was doing the paper I felt that something was wrong, but I didn't go and recalculate! I was like in a state of shock, and it wasn't a good experience ): Had to go to school today specially for Area Studies, and it was scheduled at 10.30a.m. so I took MRT to school instead, and I managed to study on the train!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been sleeping later than usual this week. For the first few days I was sleeping at like 11 plus, but even then I couldn't fall asleep right away because I would lie in bed and worry about the next day's exams and all the other exams. Went to bed around 12midnight the night before Biology and Chemistry, I realized there was really a lot to study for Science. Went to bed last night at 1am, which is the latest I've every stayed up on a school day, since I usually go to bed before 11p.m. Okay this is so trivial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I just wanted to say I was very impressed with how I needed only like 6 hours maximum for each subject to consolidate everything I learnt for the past 3 terms. And that includes going through all the assignment and powerpoint slides etc. Makes me feel like my brain has such a big storage space (though towards the last few days there were times when my brain feels like it cannot take in anymore information). I think I read somewhere that we only used up less than 10% of our brain, so I guess it really is up to you whether you can remember things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow this is such a long post, and also the first post this week and I'm talking about such random things. And for some reason, I am very determined to use proper English in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still can't really believe that I actually just went through one whole week of EYAs, with a total of 6 subjects and 8 papers. It's like on Monday, I couldn't picture myself taking a well-deserved rest on Friday but here I am! And now that it's Friday and EYAs are all over, I can't picture myself being so stressed up during the week. Feels as if the person that is blogging right now is not the same person as the one who went through EYAs. Okay this is so going to turn in a Philosophical debate about Personal Identity (can a self persist through time) so I'll stop the discussion here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh right I just remembered how on Tuesday night, everyone was like "2/3 more papers!" but I'm like "dang, I have 6 more papers!" because of Area Studies and the 3 Malay papers. But I realized that even though I end one day later than majority of the people, I didn't exactly feel as bad as I thought I would. I guess ultimately it's all in the mind, like the fact that freedom only comes on Friday has already been registered in my brain so I can carry on without being majorly affected? Something like how you can have two papers on one day and your friend only has one, but after the first paper you feel perfectly ready for the next while your friend feels like the day's over, because you already acknowledged the fact that you have another paper after this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I think I'm just voicing out all the thoughts I've been thinking the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched bits of Exploration of the Human Body starring Super Junior, and it's pretty cool! Like while you get to relax and enjoy, you get to learn about interesting thing at the same time, like a way how you can always defeat your opponent at arm wrestling even if you have always lost to that person! And also knowing that your stomach can actually expand up to 25 times its original size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow I just scrolled up and this is seriously a very long post, even my hand is aching now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay I can stay at home on Monday!:D Well because I have no Options on Mondays and the core lessons are cancelled because of all the RA papers in the morning. Hmm everyone seems to be dreading Options, and everyone who has gone through Options said it was super time-wasting and boring. But personally I'm excited! I guess this would probably be because I got into 2 out of 3 modules that I bidded for, and I chose all 3 options based on the teacher as well. So since I really like the 3 teachers in charge of the module I'm going for, I don't dread it? But well I'll let you know again after experiencing Options first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I'm starting to admit to myself the reason why I have not stopped typing on this post is because I don't really know how to spend the time I have. Like I'm not accustomed to having so much free time after studying really hard the whole week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah I was at Tangs the day the sewerage pipes leaked! It was the day when it was really hazy, so at first I thought the smell was the haze. It smelt like some poisonous gas and instincts told me to try to hold my breath. When I saw the usual entrance to the MRT being cordoned off, I walked to the other side only to know that they close of all the entrances to the MRT around the Tangs area. So in the end I had to walk all the way to Lucky Plaza, then go to Taka by some underpass, then walk all the way back to Orchard MRT. I should have been smarter and just take a bus to Dhoby Ghaut, I think my brain was really fried after that day's papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just now on my way to and from school, I finally saw the saga seeds I was trying to find for a really long time! Finally another worry to get off my mind!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay my hand is aching really badly now, it's at this place slightly below your wrist and it feels like the pain is coming from the space in between the two bones. There are two bones in your lower arm right? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ending off with a picture of how I really feel right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 262px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652873313639990130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzUy6KRGWLU/TnMKVBvMA3I/AAAAAAAAAog/TNRIdVGJTvo/s400/89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6143883092201949242?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6143883092201949242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6143883092201949242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6143883092201949242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6143883092201949242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/merdekad-phew-this-week-couldnt-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-bzUy6KRGWLU/TnMKVBvMA3I/AAAAAAAAAog/TNRIdVGJTvo/s72-c/89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4807034983462082627</id><published>2011-09-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T07:43:33.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S.TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.MORE.DAYS.TO.FREEDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE.CAN.DO.THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZV0NbXDs8/TmzJAnXpSJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WdjwIwCJ5hU/s400/87.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651112644848470162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4807034983462082627?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4807034983462082627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4807034983462082627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4807034983462082627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4807034983462082627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/its.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-PWZV0NbXDs8/TmzJAnXpSJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WdjwIwCJ5hU/s72-c/87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-5439725019035218498</id><published>2011-09-10T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:48:18.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doing this for fun, and because I want to take a break from mugging (italized means it applies to me):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appearance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have/had piercings besides the ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want piercings besides the ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have many scars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tan easily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have/want a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can be self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;have/had braces. (retainers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have more than two piercings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve glued my hand to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose (water)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve had my pants rip in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve gotten stitches. (the type you get from running counted?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve broken or dislocated a bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been to Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometers in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been to Colombia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been to Cuba.I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been to OttawaI’ve been to the Caribbean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been to Europe&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experiences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve gotten lost in my city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve seen a shooting star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've slapped someone. (but I really wanted to do so to some people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve kissed someone underwater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've chugged something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve crashed a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been skiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been in a musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve auditioned for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve been on stage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve pranked someone. (a lot of times heh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve ridden in a taxi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty / Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been threatened to be arrested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve broken a law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve sneaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve lied about my whereabouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve cheated while playing a game. (When I play Lode Runner I will cheat and get 99 lives first :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been in a fist fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m afraid of dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve seen someone/something die. (I'm more of thinking of animals like ants here)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have attempted suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve thought about suicide before. (but I don't have the guts to do it, and anyway those are just thoughts, I don't think I'm ever going to really commit suicide because LIFE'S PRECIOUS!:D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve written a eulogy for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materialism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own over 5 rap CD’s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m obsessed with anime/manga.I collected comic books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own a lot of makeup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own something from The Gap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thrive on compliments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thrive on hate. (haha maybe at times, especially in the past)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ndom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can sing low key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I open up to others easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I watch the news occasionally or always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t like to kill bugs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I sing in the shower. (the surround sound system in the bathroom is really one of a kind!:D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m a morning person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m a sports fanatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I twirl my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I care about grammar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love spam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bake well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like Martha Stewart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I laugh at my own jokes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I eat fast food weekly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m really ticklish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like white chocolate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m good at remembering names&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..called me fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;..say I’m skinny. (more of when I was in primary school)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..have said I’m ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..have said I’m pretty.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..have spread rumors about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;..force me to eat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..say I eat too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;..say I eat too little.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve lost weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve gained weight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m at my thinnest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m at my biggest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve lost weight and kept it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve lost weight, but gained it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My weight affects my mood. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I diet. (I can't stand being hungry ): )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m vegan/vegetarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I exercise. (only when I'm forced to haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve fainted from exhaustion.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve planned to run away from home before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve run away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My biological parents are together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want kids.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve had kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve lost a child.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m a swinger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve gone on a blind date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have/had a friend with benefits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss someone right now (in the past, yes, but not right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. (not that I know of haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve kept something from a past relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexuality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m a cuddler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been kissed in the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve hugged a stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve kissed a stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I regularly drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can’t swallow pills &lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have/had anxiety problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shut others out when I’m upset.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have taken/take anti-depressants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve slept an entire day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ve plotted revenge (maybe only on my brother heh)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay that's it, back to mugging ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-5439725019035218498?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5439725019035218498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=5439725019035218498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5439725019035218498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/5439725019035218498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/doing-this-for-fun-and-because-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1443760539020273753</id><published>2011-09-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:20:32.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha woke up today and saw Clara's sms (actually I heard my phone ringing when I received the sms but I was too tired to drag myself out of bed to read the message) and I understood what she meant!:D And the thing we predicted came true afterall heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Checked my mail and received an email from someone unexpected, but it's really nice (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I just got reminded that I could read the note!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha this is probably incoherent but yeah okay my brain hasn't fully woken up yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;edit&gt;&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(EDIT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha we're having a unit convo on Facebook now, so much for studying!:D Come and join in the fun hahaha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1443760539020273753?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1443760539020273753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1443760539020273753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1443760539020273753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1443760539020273753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/haha-woke-up-today-and-saw-claras-sms.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-829795994417183920</id><published>2011-09-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:10:53.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, we've POPed. (Haha sorry I can't think of a better intro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I must say I wasn't really sad or anything, more of like excited and in a sense relieved? Sounds pretty ominous for the new Year 4s right haha. Uploading photos now, most of the photos from parade were taken by Esther/Hazel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then recap of today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had Area Studies CES in the morning, but I couldn't concentrate at all! Like I kept fidgeting and all. Then all of a sudden we heard very familiar voices commanding and timing, and Hazel and I kept exchanging knowing looks haha (: Yeah I think those voices were what kept me awake, like I was listening to the commands and thinking of what came next etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah then after CES we went down to the canteen where we got free biscuits!:D Haha they came at such a good time because Sara and I were so so hungry. After that went back to the Room, lazed around a bit and started changing into our uniforms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took a photo outside the Red Cross board, I think this picture is really pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWanx5ptovg/TmYfXjPD7AI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B1LwtZ-crNo/s400/P1050335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649237272038730754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made our way up to the Hall and took even more photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally entered the hall, and we were quite nervous because we had no idea where we were supposed to walk. Like were we supposed to just cut across the center or were we supposed to walk along the side? Anyway settled down and the parade began!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First time watching a parade from top view, I must say it feels really different from being in the actual parade itself. After that was promotions so Shihui and I went up to read it out. The list was really long because we combined both Enrolment Parade and Passing Out Parade promotions together on top of announcing the 2012 committee, and a lot more people than usual fell out ): And the mike died halfway so we resorted to raising our voices lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After changing out was lunch, which had awesome food! Wah our year was like "omg the food look so nice!!!" and it was a really nice lunch (: Haha when Chelsea and I saw the buffet thing all set up when we went to the canteen after Area CES, Chelsea was asking if the food was ours, and I said no because it looked too high class (I really thought it was for the DSA event that was taking place in the Hall). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talked to our successors (haha I only found out about this word today, at first I was going to say "descendant") and then the year 4s (still getting used to calling them that) suggested to play Captains' Ball!:D Haha now it seems like a tradition to play Captain's Ball after POP (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first our year was outnumbered 4 (Esther, Hazel, Jia Le and I) to 8. But luckily, the ma'ams agreed to join us to even out the numbers (: Wah the game was so tiring and our year was sweating a lot. Esther was calling for half time lol. Yeah then it was getting quite late so Jia Le and I left first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so now we've officially left RGSRCY to become a ma'am. I guess the significance of this has not truly impacted me yet, like I register the fact but the emotions connected to this has not really settled in yet. Guess part of the reason would be the fact that I keep thinking "oh there's still POP chalet". Talking about chalet, I'm very scared I won't be able to make it, cos after talking about possible dates today, I realized our year are all busy at different periods of the holiday!D: And there's EYA and Olevels and FAM (for those who are attending) to worry about too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay all the photos are uploaded now (: Sadly, what we were talking about last night didn't happen ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just to summarize things, I think POP 2011 has really been a great success, thank you to all my 57 wonderful juniors who made this possible (: Thank you Forena for planning and preparing the entire unit for this parade! Thank you Jamae for the GOH formations! Thank you Year 2s (as of POP haha) for forming the Supporting Contingent! And thank you ma'ams for coming back! And of course, thank you Acasa, the 18 of us have finally arrived at the "finishing line" together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DREAM.AIM.WORK.FLY.RGSRCY!♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-829795994417183920?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/829795994417183920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=829795994417183920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/829795994417183920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/829795994417183920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-weve-poped.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-wWanx5ptovg/TmYfXjPD7AI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B1LwtZ-crNo/s72-c/P1050335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-8863986753176594668</id><published>2011-09-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:39:13.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you go to Google's main page now, you'll notice that there's this play button on the "logo" and you'll see a cute animation of a song. Turns out it's Freddie Mercury Day today. Not really sure what it's about (to honour Freddie Mercury I guess) but I think Google is really cute in how they will edit the logo to suit the day, like there was once where it was all guitar strings, and the other time the words were made up of green peas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna charge my camera for tomorrow (: I'm so excited!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah I watched the FDC videos today, and I must say I'm very impressed with the standard of the drills, especially the synchroness of the armswings etc!:D Well done Hazel, Esther and all the juniors, you all did RGSRCY very proud!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post has no substance lol, I think I'll do a (more) proper post tomorrow or the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a slightly sprained ankle (cos some idiot crashed into me yesterday and didn't apologize) and a slightly sprained wrist (lol I think I was thrashing about in my sleep last night?) now. Okay random much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay packed my bag already, shall sleep soon, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-8863986753176594668?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8863986753176594668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=8863986753176594668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8863986753176594668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/8863986753176594668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-go-to-googles-main-page-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-978484998359344577</id><published>2011-09-03T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:03:11.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past 2 days were epicly awesome!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had teachers' day celebrations in school on Thursday. Started out with ACES day workout in the morning which was a bit -.- because we couldn't see anything from the back and the atmosphere was pretty dead. After that it was the concert which was okay, though some parts were quite draggy. Art Gym was awesome!:D The skit was not bad, but I prefer last year's because of the cast and also at least it was original then. Class party after that was okay, but a bit boring. I still prefer the Sec 2 class parties because everything was so well planned then, and there were a lot of food, even seaweed chicken!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After staying back to take a photo with the ma'ams who came back, rushed off to take the train to go back to WSPS. In the end met up with Edwin and Brian at Tanah Merah, even though they could have taken a direct bus to WSPS. Called Pin to ask where he was and we decided to wait for him at Pasir Ris instead. While waiting for him, we had nothing to do so we went to NTUC to walk around, like we were just walking aimlessly lol. Yeah then we met Pin and took bus back to WSPS. Had to wait to register then we saw Ms Lee and everyone else!:D Went over to the canteen, there were so many of us who came back! Mostly Frisbee people but there were also other people. Took photos and invited Ms Lee to come for lunch with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648409849264467394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nr6Mv08lOAY/TmMu1NM57cI/AAAAAAAAAng/0vLia-TxyJM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup so we went to BBQ Chicken at Ehub to eat lunch, and then Ms Lee went to pay for all of us! So while she was paying the rest of us were collecting $10 per person then we stuffed the money into her bag, but she found out ): And she was telling us about how life was very short so if we have the money we should just spend it. Yup so anyway we've come to an agreement that since she treated us this year, we'll treat her next year!(: Then we just sat there and talked alot about life and all and Nicholas kept rebutting Ms Lee, it was hilarious!(: Took another photo before we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648409777805617346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Knu9Ci8JhcY/TmMuxC_yaMI/AAAAAAAAAnY/2WXar7PY-5o/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went back to play frisbee, Nicholas, Huzaifi, Joseph, my brother and I walked back home while the rest took a bus back. Wah frisbee that day was so awesome and fun, everything was so fast-paced! And I got rid of all the negative thoughts (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648411235442177490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wI2W44wGQqw/TmMwF5HbNdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/IkJW0FH0iyI/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we all left at 6.15pm to go back home and bathe and then meet up again for dinner with Mr Tan. Huzaifi and Joseph didn't come for dinner though, but Ren Da joined us. Yeah then we took bus to Eastpoint Mall at Simei and waited for Mr Tan to come. In the end we decided to eat zicha, and we managed to squeeze all 13 of us at one table!:D Ordered 7 dishes with one of them being deer meat that only Edwin, Yinzhi ate lol. Talked some more, and Mr Tan and Ms Lee both asked us the same questions, like whether we went for any overseas school trip and who did we lose contact with etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then Mr Tan went to pay for us so we repeated the same thing and put the money in his computer bag. But then after that he found out too but he kept the money lol! Yeah then we sat around somemore and just when we were about to leave, they gave us some free longan desert thing, apparently cos we spent a lot. And we ate something bought from Australia hehe(: Took a few photos again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648409592774930754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9P7o48g4fhU/TmMumRtCMUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/n0yAoIf6tkU/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648409657206650130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIutSgRuIH8/TmMuqBuwNRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/XmI4taDYlrk/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648409722495039826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1S6FKz_E7eU/TmMut08t-VI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yz_pS1N-oo0/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then right before we left, Pin brought up the fact that he had a free BBQ pit that he had previously booked for the next day (yesterday) but then whatever it was booked for got cancelled, so he asked us if we would like to have an impromptu barbecue! In the end everyone agreed lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well so yesterday was spent studying super hard so that I could persuade my mum to let me go for the BBQ. Lol and all the desperate SMSes between Jing Min and I about how we really really wanted to go. In the end we went haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met Nicholas, Pin, Edwin and Jing Min at the lobby of my block and we went over the the bus stop at WSPS backgate to meet the rest and then take bus to downtown east. Split up with some going to the BBQ pit first and the rest of us heading to NTUC to buy things. Spent a long time there trying to decide what to buy, and JM kept trying to put a bag of Doritos into the trolley only to have Huzaifi and Nicholas taking it back out. Then only when Shao Yang said he also wanted to eat Doritos then the two of them allowed lol. Bought quite a lot of things, and then some of us went to the Otah store while the rest of us walked to the BBQ pit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup then Nicholas, Huzaifi and Shao Yang wanted to go catch crabs, and Jing Min and I decided to tag along. The part of the beach we were on had a lot of mangrove trees and since it was low tide, we could see all the roots sticking out and there actually were a lot of crabs there! There were those hermit crabs and normal crabs, even sea slugs and some weird shell thing! Never noticed all these little creatures before, so it was a really eye-opening experience. And Nicholas was teaching Huzaifi and Shao Yang how to catch crabs lol. We found this claylike thing on the beach too, like it was a different type of sand or something. It's super slimy, like those PlayDough things and it kinda "dyes" your feet too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went over to the other part of the beach where the sand all became those soft mud. Saw tonnes of hermit crabs along the beach, like every step you take you're stepping on them (plus you must walk barefoot so you can feel everything). Nicholas pointed us to see starfishes, he even picked some up! And there were some kids who were collecting starfishes with the parents, super cute (: Yeah and then since it's soft mud right, we could see those lines on the mud made by the waves, it's very cool. Oh and then there's some part of the mud where you just sink right through, and all of us had at least one sinking experience. There was this time where it was only just Huzaifi, my brother (who came over to join us at the beach) and me, and Huzaifi sank into the mud up to his knees, and I sank up to my thighs! Lucky it was only one leg so we could still get out. It was only after I got home then my father told me that there were cases in the past where this person's leg was stuck in the mud and the tide started coming in suddenly, and the person couldn't get out and drowned ): So I realize we were really lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648410420158025090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbRRRw7oJxw/TmMvWb8iTYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VCgf-xiaCRU/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648410274776313042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWULg3Ye47A/TmMvN-W1bNI/AAAAAAAAAno/SKE5qJfJwco/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the toilet to wash our dirty legs and then headed over to join the BBQ. Ate a lot, drank a lot more (the guys went to mix fruit punch with Sprite and 100 Plus etc, but surprisingly it tasted nice!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah and then Huzaifi built this marshmallow house using marshmallow and satay sticks and said that he would give $2 to whoever who could stuff all the marshmallows into his mouth without chewing. And Edwin actually accepted his challenge, and both of them were super retarded. Pin took a video of them trying to stuff each other, and it's now on FB hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648410539696462562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbADDRR3cYw/TmMvdZQuGuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3506lDMWLQ8/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah packed up and then we took Pin's car home (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648410587665195634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fte_sIGFvdU/TmMvgL9W4nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/K_dcHfGf7dc/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6C is awesome!:D And I love all the time spent with the frisbee people so much (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-978484998359344577?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/978484998359344577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=978484998359344577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/978484998359344577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/978484998359344577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/past-2-days-were-epicly-awesomed-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-nr6Mv08lOAY/TmMu1NM57cI/AAAAAAAAAng/0vLia-TxyJM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4337301444184867233</id><published>2011-08-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:45:21.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woah what's with everyone and their secret ability to dance! First it was Cherie, never thought she looked like the dancing kind, until I got to know her better and realize that not only can she dance well she can learn very fast too. Like she just needs to watch the video a few times and then she knows how to dance the routine already. And today there was this huge commotion outside the classroom after Mrs Alfie left CLE early, so I went out and I saw Wu You dancing along the corridor! Omg never saw her as the dancing kind either O: And then when I came home I saw a video of Yushi's dancing on FB, and I'm like O: "How come everyone can dance so well!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about coming back home, I fell asleep on the bus again. Lucky the aunty sitting beside me nudged me to wake up when she was about to alight from the bus, if not I think I would have slept one round and end up back in the interchange -.- Overshot by 1 bus stop so I had to walk home, at least it was better than the other time when I ended up just 2 stops away from the interchange :/ And I thanked the aunty like thrice or something hehe really so grateful (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still feeling a bit sick ): My voice was so nasally the whole day, because of the cold that started from yesterday. Falling down during frisbee yesterday causing me to end up with a dirty and wet shirt probably didn't help either ): Grah I really want to get well by tonight so that I can happily go out with the primary 6 people tomorrow!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay looking forward to tomorrow(: I think I want to bring my camera, then when I go back to WSPS can take a lot of photos (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Tampines on Monday, I've been wanting to do that for really long! I really like the area around Tampines interchange a lot, like you can just spend the whole day there. Go run and then swim at the Tampines Sports Hall in the morning, go Tampines Mall for lunch then go shopping at Century Square. After that go to the library to study before going to Tampines 1 for dinner. I think that whoever planned the development of that area is really good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep so anyway I only visited Tampines Mall, Century Square and Tampines 1, but I was really so tired after that. Went to eat at Pastamania for lunch with my brother, then after that we went shopping, buying all the things that we needed. So fun, I enjoyed myself very much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had Frisbee yesterday, it started out pretty okay, but then after I fell down I just didn't want to play anymore. No, it wasn't because I was a sore loser or whatsoever, but anyway those who are close to me would know the real reason why, so :/ But really, I can't help it, this is not the first time I felt like that ): Tell me how I can stop thinking this way ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah there were 12 people who came yesterday. Shao Yang actually came, and everyone was like OOO: because the last time he came was probably last year. Nicholas came too, he made a grand entrance with his umbrella and the "I own this place" look on his face haha. Oh I just realized that there were only 2 girls but there were 10 boys. Yeah the rest of the people were the usual people plus Edwin's 2 friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why are they chopping down the trees at the park! ): They look so ugly now with their branches looking so awkward ): I really liked it when they were back to normal, they were more than 30 metres tall! (From what I estimate) Last time one of those type of trees grew right outside our flat too, so when I try to look at the park the leaves just block the view instead. But then one rainy night the poor tree got struck by lightning so the whole tree including the roots had to dug out ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay ending here, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4337301444184867233?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4337301444184867233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4337301444184867233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4337301444184867233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4337301444184867233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/woah-whats-with-everyone-and-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-3566626892313590568</id><published>2011-08-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T03:05:23.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for Frisbee today!:D After like 2 plus months(: Together with my brother, met Pin, Pin's brother and Edwin in the morning then we headed to the multi-function hall near WSPS since the one that we always go to wasn't available. The space there was really weird, so Pin and Edwin came up with this new scoring system that required us to clear before we score. Took me quite some time to understand the term "clear" lol, I learnt it's actually a basketball term. Yup then played passing with my brother for a while waiting for Jeaneve to come. My accuracy was off today, I even threw the frisbee at Pin's head by accident!O: I'm really sorry Pin, if you see this ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Split into 2 teams and played 3v3 when Jeaneve came. After that, Desiree came but then we decided to go to the playground (okay I was requesting to visit the playground). Yeah and that ended up in us leaving the multi-function hall for good. Sat around the playground doing nothing, then finally everyone agreed to play ice and water!:D Played 3 rounds, super fun!:D Oh yeah, Cyrus joined us halfway, and he kept saying that we must have had no childhood, which is why we are playing ice and water now -.- Sat around talking about our plans for Thursday and all (: So, we're gonna meet up somewhere after school on Thursday, try to enter WSPS if we're not too late, and then go for lunch somewhere (while trying to get Mr Tan to treat us hahahahaha). Looking forward to Thursday now!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've started to watch Tao Hua Xiao Mei, and I downloaded a lot of Chinese songs! Now, I just keep replaying this playlist of mine that only contains Chinese songs haha. A change from all the Korean songs (: And I realized that I actually liked Cyndi Wang's song a long time ago, like when I was still in Primary School! It's cool how I "re-discovered" her through watching Mei Le Jia You. And I managed to find this song called "Qi Qiu" that I remember hearing at some performance on TV when I was really young, and I was really captivated by the music. Do listen to it if you have time, it's by Peggy Hsu. I seriously wonder how she can sing so many words so quickly without taking a breath. Someone on Youtube commented that she read from somewhere that her father forced her to sing underwater so that she can sing well :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dreamt a lot yesterday again! My dreams are always so interesting and vivid haha I enjoy them(: And they always feel so real. Last time, I dreamt that I was shot by a gun, and I could actually feel the bullet entering my body O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay shall go study a bit more for Area Studies before I slack again:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-3566626892313590568?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3566626892313590568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=3566626892313590568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3566626892313590568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3566626892313590568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/went-for-frisbee-todayd-after-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-2094000720986708151</id><published>2011-08-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:40:31.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had such a good sleep last night(: Dreamt of a lot of interesting things, at first it was some unit outing, I remembered a few faces. And some people were actually practising FD, must be because FDC was coming up. Yeah then it moved on to some survival camp thing, and I distinctly remember Clara beside me and telling me a lot of tips! Oh yeah I think before this there was some ceremony or something, and then I saw George Young! I was trying to find Ruoxi so desperately so that both of us could take a photo with him, but then she was no where to be seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm I realized that I have the best quality of sleep from Friday night to Saturday morning. Like the whole week I have not slept really well, so when it finally comes to Friday night and I don't have to to wake up early the next morning, I really feel like I've had a super good rest by the time I wake up (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After last night, I've come to a conclusion that I'm actually a words of affirmation person as well. Like frankly, if someone were to tell me something about myself, I would think about it for very long. Like if it's something good, I would be really happy, but if it's something bad, I would think about it over and over again. Or if some things that I heard are really confusing, I would keep thinking about it and guessing the possible meanings behind it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think I can be overly-optimistic at times. Like when I said that Malay O-level Orals was over so I shouldn't think about it, I think that was like just a shield thing to protect myself from feeling disappointed. But now that I think about it again, I feel like I totally screwed it up, I think I'll probably pass by only a mere few marks. So then, why was I so happy when I came out of the examination room? I attribute it to overoptimism, thinking that things will not be too bad if I don't think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I may seem happy-go-lucky on the outside, and like pretty happy most of the times, but when I'm sad, I stay sad for a long time. Like usually I'm very chatty right, but when I'm sad, I just shut up and be by myself, I don't want to talk to anyone, and even if I've anything to say to others, I just say it in my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay why in the world am I saying so much stuff here lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah this is so funny, how in the world did someone come to my blog by through google search with the key terms "ways to treat an amputated finger"?! Haha must be the FAC post. But I tried goggling and I didn't reach my page leh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay shall continue with my Maths now, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-2094000720986708151?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2094000720986708151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=2094000720986708151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2094000720986708151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/2094000720986708151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/had-such-good-sleep-last-night-dreamt.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1978866815517443</id><published>2011-08-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:30:49.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HEY GUYS, I'M BACK! Haha this is assuming that people still come and read this blog (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAY 5 PAPERS DOWN, 3 SUBJECTS DOWN, I'M A HAPPY GIRL:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chinese on Wednesday was okay. Surprisingly, I didn't find the 4 hours very long O: The question in Paper 1 were quite tough, I actually wrote yi lun wen! So far the only other person I know who wrote yi lun wen as well is Sara. And I couldn't end my gong han, I wrote for like 1 hour. Gotta start praticising so that I can finish it within 45 minutes man ): Paper 2 was quite okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;English Paper 2, Social Studies and Philosophy today! Wah write until my hand pain, I don't want to touch a pen again today. English wasn't even as hard as Mrs Alfie said lor! And Melissa is the best, with her "brave". Esther, Clara and I were laughing our heads off at that girl. Philo was confusing! Everyone said they were laughing at that options for the MCQ, but I was so fed up with the paper because I was so confused for like at least 6 questions!): And my hand started cramping so my handwriting is really really horrible. Whoever is the poor teacher who has to mark my script, I'm so sorry ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah haha I just remembered something! SS is Article Review and we have a seen source that we can annotate and write stuff on right, so Sara squeezed a lot of things in with a super tiny handwriting. So, she actually brought a magnifying glass into the exam, what the pong right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe I've found a hobby to do during recess every Friday after hall assembly - locking Esther out of her phone! So I like purposely key in the wrong passcode for a lot of times, then slowly it will start locking for 1 minute, then 5, 15 and finally 1 hour!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Daiso after school cos I wanted to buy something, but instead I found a lot of other things that I could buy except for the thing I was looking for. Yay but anyway now I have more ideas of what to buy next time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay I'm really really so glad that it's Friday today, I thought this week would never end. I was looking forward to Friday so much, and I kept telling myself "On Friday, everything will be over" and finally it has come true!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah such a nice long break, Term 3 seriously has a lot of holidays! I feel so tempted to pon school on Wed and Thurs, then go on a week long vacation, and then study for EYAs during the September hols. Too bad I can't bear to miss our last Teachers' Day ): Ehh I feel so cheated, I wanted to go back to WSPS (after JM asked me heh) but then I realized I would probably be too late cos there's class party after the performance!): Anyway, Art Gym is performing for Teachers' Day, yay I'm so happy :D I've always liked to see them performing haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reading "Room" by Emma Donoghue now. First heard about it from JM's blog (haha this sentence so oxymoronic) and then I decided to try my luck at the school library, and I found the book! I seriously love the library man!:D I think I only start to appreciate it after becoming a Sec 3, cos I didn't really dare to go to the library in lower sec cos like everybody there's all sec 4s and all so serious and all. But now there are so many Sec 1s in the library! Well anyway onto the book, it's really a very good book! I think it's really cool how the story really feels as though it's from the point of view of a 5 year old kid, and Jack is seriously really really cute. And I think the author is really smart, like if the story had been narrated from the point of view of Ma instead then the story would lose its innocence and charisma. Anyway, do read the book if you have time yeah!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay going for dinner now, it's been a long time since we went out for dinner on Friday. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKJEkBYbY7E/TldvT4BNBVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mAXMJyDf0nE/s400/84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645103045177836882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-1978866815517443?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1978866815517443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=1978866815517443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1978866815517443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/1978866815517443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-guys-im-back-haha-this-is-assuming.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-yKJEkBYbY7E/TldvT4BNBVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mAXMJyDf0nE/s72-c/84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-6060665256106466596</id><published>2011-08-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:00:09.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here comes the weekends!:D Phew it's been a really really long and tiring week, I'm so glad Week 8 is now over! I actually stayed up later than usual on Thursday just to finish all my Chinese work (which I admit were 1 and 3 days late respectively) and I didn't even switch on my computer that day. But I felt really good on Friday as a result, it feels like the burden has been lifted off or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time is flying, EYAs are coming, with the first paper in like what, 4 days? Grah shit I have not officially started studying and I still have to finish all my homework first. Blogging is just one form of my stress reliever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heh Mrs Alfie bought ice cream for the whole class to eat yesterday. I didn't really expect her to do it, as in it just started out from Thursday's lesson where she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; us to use the skills we learnt from argumentative essay to persuade her to buy ice cream for the whole class. Lol I realize that the thing she bought wasn't really ice cream because there wasn't cream in it, it was the Paddle Pop thing which was something like frozen jelly that will wobble when it melts (which can actually be pretty disgusting if you watch Sophia eating it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other time Mr Cheong bought us the Frolick thing too! Cos he took over both halves of Philo class that day and we had to do this Philo FA consisting of 7 MCQ. He said that if our class has at least 2 people who got full marks he will buy food for his half of the class. After the quiz, it turned out that our class did have 2 people who got full marks (Wenting and Evangeline) but both were from our half, not his, so why should he treat his half instead right! Then after much debate and all, he agreed to treat our class and was telling us things like how h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e had to go home and meditate to think about the best thing to buy for our class. Then Vic (whose cousin is the one who made the morning announcement about her project and saying how there was a Frolick stall as well) convinced Mr Cheong to buy each of us one plain Frolick instead lol. First time eating it, and I thought it was nice, except that it kinda melted a bit too fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was Humanities Quiz yesterday too! Haha Cherie says Tarbet won second place, but I think we tied with some house as well. Lol Mr Mizar just taught us about Spratly Islands and ECB during CES in the morning, and questions related to that came out! And I think I read the quote by Aung Sang Suu Kyi during Area Studies too:D Area Studies is very useful haha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha now Chelsea will be eternally grateful to Clara and I :D It was like chaos in the Room yesterday, but woohoo we succeeded in getting her finger to press th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;e button in the end:D Haha Chelsea, just remember to mention the two of us in your speech, it can go something like "I was bullied by my 2 friends on 19 August 2011, but the result of their actions produced wonderful results, which led up to all of you being present today". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And talking about Clara, woah it's been a long time since I saw her in such a good mood! Stay happy, girl!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol my yearmates are all turning weird, first Esther then Clara and now Chelsea. Okay maybe not necessarily in that order but then anyway all 3 of them are weird now! Wonder who's going to be next ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay I don't think I'll be able to blog again until the next weekend heh. Have a great week ahead!:D Be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nu6MAK7WO6I/Tk8jAAoBNYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XJIbQ3rEz6c/s400/83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642767341193344386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-6060665256106466596?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6060665256106466596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=6060665256106466596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6060665256106466596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/6060665256106466596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/here-comes-weekendsd-phew-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-nu6MAK7WO6I/Tk8jAAoBNYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/XJIbQ3rEz6c/s72-c/83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-4990468325790517935</id><published>2011-08-16T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T03:50:38.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whoo did anyone realize that we only have 1 proper school day in Week 10? Like Monday is the holiday in lieu for the Presidential Elections, Tuesday is Hari Raya Puasa, Thursday is Teachers' Day celebrations (ie. just ACES day workout and then performances) and Friday is Teachers' Day holiday! So that means we only have lessons on Wednesday :D Well but on the other hand, it means that we have so few school days with lessons left in RG ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;IMMA LOVE GURU, ANY PROBLEM COME ASK ME! Haha inside joke nevermind, but I hope I gave some good advice!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woah there have been rumours that our Chinese EYA has been pushed forward from next Thursday to next Wednesday? How come I'm always the last to know of such announcements! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay I've been exercising these 2 days. Skipped rope for 100 times yesterday, and my aim is to increase 20 every day, so like I did 120 times today. Let's see how long this can last haha (: The other time I even went to do some exercise workout plan but it failed horrible hahaha. Actually I kinda got inspiration to skip because of all those scenes in Secret Garden where Gil Ra Im/Ha Ji Won skips hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay then shall go eat dinner now, bye bye and have a great day in school tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-4990468325790517935?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4990468325790517935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=4990468325790517935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4990468325790517935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/4990468325790517935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/whoo-did-anyone-realize-that-we-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-3157272258666378888</id><published>2011-08-15T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:11:04.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woah it's already Week 8, time really flies! All this time, I'll constantly remind myself how I have such a short time left in RG, but I think the reality of it has not really hit me yet. It's kinda like how I still think I have a lot of time in RGSRCY even though our year has stopped going for training, just because there's still POP and POP Chalet left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got back our Chinese paper today, it's the essay one. Woohoo did so much better than I expected, my hardwork in memorizing all those phrases paid off (: Remember how I said I was thinking of writing question 4, but then changed to question 3 halfway? Now that I know what the teachers were looking out for for each question, I'm so glad I switched to question 3, because there were so many factors that the teacher expected, but which never even crossed my mind!O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah the first question is the narrative essay where the storyline is supposed to be about your best friend migrating but before that, a sad thing happened. Hahaha some people went to write it to become like a Korean drama storyline, complete with all the "how can you abandon me?!" and everything else, the way the teacher said it was super funny. She even said "I don't know if that's your boyfriend or your best friend". Effects of over-exposure to Kdramas haha. There's a whole lot more of funny stuff but shan't post it here (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's weather is really nice, so cooling and windy:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much to say already, so I'll just copy paste these jokes I saw on FB:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490afcbc6d40f72171507" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A man buys a lie detector robot which slaps a person who lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He decided to try it during dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: Son, where were you at noon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Son: At school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;*robot slaps son* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Son: OK! I'm watching DVDs with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: What DVD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Son: Toy Story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*robot slaps him* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Son: Ok! I was watching porn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: WHAT? When I was your age I didn't know what porn is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*robot slaps dad*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom: HAHA! He's definitely your son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*robot slaps mom* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490afcbc6d40f72171507" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5812a731997515520" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A man was visiting of his mother's grave when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man was praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 1st man approached him, "Sir, I don't wish to intrude on your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so de&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;eply?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The mourner took a moment to collect himself,"My wife's 1st husband." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5812a731997515520" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5812a731997515520" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5812a731997515520" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58132671d03972346" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A police officer stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man: I don't have time for this right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Officer: Be quiet, cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man: But officer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Officer: And I said to keep quiet! You're going to jail! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few hours later, the officer looked in on his prisoner and said: Lucky for you the chief is at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man: Don't count on it, I'm the bridegroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58132671d03972346" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58132671d03972346" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58132671d03972346" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58306676122705571" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A woman decided to have her portrait painted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woman: Paint me with diamond rings, a diamond necklace, emerald bracelets, a ruby broach, and gold Rolex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Artist: But you are not wearing any of those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woman: I know, it's in case I should die before my husband. I'm sure he will remarry right away, and I want his new wife to go crazy looking for the jewellery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58306676122705571" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58306676122705571" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b58306676122705571" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5830a297c22949254" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A man takes his wife to the cattle show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First bull "This bull mated 50 times last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wife: 50 times in a year, isn't that nice!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2nd bull "This bull mated 65 times last year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Wife: This mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a month. You could learn from this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last bull "This bull mated 365 times last year." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wife: WOW! ONCE A DAY!! You could really learn from this one." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The annoyed man turns: Go up and inquire if it was 365 times with the same cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5830a297c22949254" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5830a297c22949254" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490b5830a297c22949254" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man: I am getting married to Susan the most beautiful girl in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: Son, I used to fool around a lot. Susan is actually your half sister, you can't marry her. The man was brokenhearted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 8 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man: Diane and I are getting married in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Dad: Diane is your half sister too, George. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man was livid so he told his mum: Every time I fall in love, Dad tells me the girl is my half sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mum: Don't pay any attention to what he says. He's not really your father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She started her class by saying, "Everyone who thinks you're stupid, stand up!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a few seconds, a student stood up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Teacher: Do you think you're stupid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Student: No, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe okay that's it, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490c4ae31db8b37652272" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e490afcbc6d40f72171507" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/708280943793409254-3157272258666378888?l=tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3157272258666378888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=708280943793409254&amp;postID=3157272258666378888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3157272258666378888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/708280943793409254/posts/default/3157272258666378888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/woah-its-already-week-8-time-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Jun! (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07627257955338589455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708280943793409254.post-1680689875632636898</id><published>2011-08-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:41:57.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O-level Malay Orals is over!:D It was pretty okay, but Conversation was a bit on the more negative side. I actually understood the question but I couldn't believe that they would ask such a question so I asked the cikgu to repeat, so it wasn't a very good start. But both of them were really nice!:D And Joan and I both felt that the cikgu wearing the blue tudung is super familiar, I'm guessing she's from VS/RI/ACS(I) which means I probably met her at the Pulau Ubin trip in Sec 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have not posted for one week, I've been busy. Oh yeah did anyone realize that in week 6 and 7 we only have 5 days of lessons out of 10 school days?:D It seems like Term 3 has a lot of holidays and what not, which is actually a relief because I remember feeling really sad when Term 2 ended because a look at the calendar showed that term 3 had only 3 day of holidays or something like that. Term 3 feels really short, but I think part of the reason is al
