<?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-9046952648989406310</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:13:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSPOSE</title><subtitle type='html'>to a new key...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6206742852619715585</id><published>2009-07-12T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:51:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU BITCH ASSES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a note to begin a year on.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, my oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; beloved parents.&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/9046952648989406310-6206742852619715585?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6206742852619715585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6206742852619715585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-you-bitch-asses.html' title='FUCK YOU BITCH ASSES.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8305212777935350320</id><published>2009-06-26T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:08:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey! I'm saying hi!</title><content type='html'>I'm aware about not posting for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;HAAH!&lt;br /&gt;I just refused to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so screwed recently.&lt;br /&gt;That included the newly created, "&lt;a href="http://singme7.blogspot.com/"&gt;singme7&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I hope you guys pardon me. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-8305212777935350320?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8305212777935350320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8305212777935350320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-im-saying-hi.html' title='hey! I&apos;m saying hi!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8758252792486949033</id><published>2009-05-09T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:34:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so amusing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. How dumb I was to complain about upper secondary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When JC's so much tougher with no time at all for tuition.&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/9046952648989406310-8758252792486949033?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8758252792486949033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8758252792486949033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-amusing.html' title='so amusing.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6362214164245125869</id><published>2009-04-28T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:49:47.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Drama Club"&lt;br /&gt;                            - says Melvyn. :D&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/9046952648989406310-6362214164245125869?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6362214164245125869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6362214164245125869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalala.html' title='lalala (:'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2849281871332889383</id><published>2009-04-25T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:58:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir.</title><content type='html'>I still think that running away shouldn't be a choice in life.&lt;br /&gt;Accept it, shall I? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2849281871332889383?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2849281871332889383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2849281871332889383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/choir.html' title='Choir.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5911297821668946173</id><published>2009-04-19T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:10:25.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what encouragement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the point of studying in JC when you're stressing yourself out, big time?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5911297821668946173?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5911297821668946173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5911297821668946173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-what-encouragement.html' title='Oh, what encouragement.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2982241513734831996</id><published>2009-04-13T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:44:11.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Schedules. &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>I've just reached home from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've PW PI draft two, Romeo review, math and physics tutorials, to do...&lt;br /&gt;And I've to source for duologues for tsd midyears prac above the group play...&lt;br /&gt;And I've a math open-notes test tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And school ends at 9.15 - 9.30pm tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;And... I am so helplessly tired....!!! D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2982241513734831996?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2982241513734831996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2982241513734831996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-schedules.html' title='What Schedules. &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-662946836712016070</id><published>2009-04-09T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:38:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness.</title><content type='html'>Showcase was a blast!! =D&lt;br /&gt;TSD had a gradually increasing hectic schedule. I'm afraid to not be able to cope. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CHOIR's PRACTICES SCHEDULES TORMENTS ME!!! D;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! And Vick went to my school today and I said "HI!" =D&lt;br /&gt; What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-662946836712016070?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/662946836712016070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/662946836712016070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html' title='randomness.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1746849173449553243</id><published>2009-04-07T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:10:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elemental muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created a blog to run concurrently with this.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging details will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://elementric-muse.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out if you wanna...&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/9046952648989406310-1746849173449553243?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1746849173449553243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1746849173449553243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/elemental-muse.html' title='elemental muse'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4755805971654518838</id><published>2009-04-05T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:59:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in order of importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL are equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choir SYF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project Work PI  Draft ONE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese Project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics Kinematics Tutorial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematics Functions Notes (revise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematics 1C Inversion Tutorial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP Time magazine worksheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP Revision on Poverty and Mass Media.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GP Reading Logs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD Mid years assessments practical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD Reflections on the Destinies of the flowers in the mirror - acting style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD research on the restoration period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD reading of the script "Love for Love, a comedy".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD reflections for the practical session on April 2nd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics revision on Kinematics Projectile motion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD mid year assessments props (cue cards and sound effects [find mp3s])&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD mid year assessments blog management.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TSD revision on the stages of theatre (text, production, reception) AND the 4 main directors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choir memorizing of songs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geography Tutorial 3!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geography Revision of Plate Tectonics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team A tomorrow! I hope I'd not screw up. D;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4755805971654518838?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4755805971654518838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4755805971654518838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/screams.html' title='screams'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-663699086084646388</id><published>2009-04-02T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:14:57.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man-on-the-moon marigolds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SdTWKDQb_2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7h8HwvuZiTo/s1600-h/IMAGE+00019+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SdTWKDQb_2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7h8HwvuZiTo/s400/IMAGE+00019+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320112527992684386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I knew it all along; I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understood the situation Matilda was placed in.&lt;br /&gt;And the Cobalt-60 gamma radiation she've been exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;That seemingly refreshing, strange, beautiful, perfect, radiation was realized to be ever so harmful; so deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a very strong radiation force, the ones which received little radiation have grown into plants which are normal in appearance. Those which received moderate radiations were mutated. Those which are closest to the gamma source were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yielded dwarf plants&lt;/span&gt; (deformed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiment has shown that some of the strange things, gamma rays can produce... and how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; it may be, if not handled correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this fate that I'm experiencing it again?&lt;br /&gt;If so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-663699086084646388?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/663699086084646388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/663699086084646388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-on-moon-marigolds.html' title='man-on-the-moon marigolds'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SdTWKDQb_2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7h8HwvuZiTo/s72-c/IMAGE+00019+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4081144232997551426</id><published>2009-03-29T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:10:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's Tale!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gloucester.gov.uk/Images/festivalEvents/Winters%20Tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.gloucester.gov.uk/Images/festivalEvents/Winters%20Tale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credits: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.gloucester.gov.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm IN LOVE WITH SHAKESPEARE!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant acting, remarkable lightings, imaginative abstract sounds and theme music, impressive costumes, ...&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe the play, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WOW!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not as magical as how the "Tragic tales of Cheeseboy" was, the Winter's Tale brought forth, the cruelty of the European traditions in the latter half of the Renaissance Era.  But there's one striking problem with the play and that is the grievance of King Leontes, that was meant to be the key of the play, wasn't conveyed. Not even till the last scene where he seeks Hemione's (his Queen) forgiveness and acceptance. Perhaps it was meant to be deeply emotional, I can't see the features of King Leontes' face well enough and thus failed to judge properly. I knew that they key of the play, the reason for every happenings in the play, wasn't clearly received by the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dramatic sequence, however, was simply fascinating! I engulfed in the dream of the play as if it was reality. The theme music, a simple and repetitive motif created a form of drag and suspense in the play. But it didn't stop there, many versions of it were played. Slightly faster ones, slower ones, empty ones, accompanied ones,... They all had their own specific usage be it to create suspense, to portray the character's emotions, to set the atmosphere... They were all carefully chosen and played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes in Bohemia was vibrant and the colours of the lightings are carefully tinted to suit the warmth that the director wanted to portray! The sounds played was even more remarkable. Guitar and Violin ensemble! With the guitar strumming the chords and the violin sluring to the nice old familiar American folk tune... It was indeed magical! Silly as it may be, the scene where country girls have balloon breast and cow boys have surprisingly long under attracted the most attention among the tsd group. Hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SCENE WITH THE LIGHTING STRIKE. The Bear's SO CUTE!!! D; Too exaggerated and fast due to on-stage limitations. Ah well. And the Shephard. And some maniac who came running onto the stage...&lt;br /&gt;Mangay was telling me how much that guy resembles Saad!! Hah. So I told her about how Saad wanted to come but became a last minute actor in the play itself. Xp (THAT IS SO NOT TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know what, I WANT A FEW HARD-EDGE LIGHTS IN THE BLACKBOX!!! The one used in Esplanade during the play was used to portray a window on the top of the wall and it looked SO REAL!!! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4081144232997551426?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4081144232997551426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4081144232997551426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/winters-tale-d.html' title='Winter&apos;s Tale!! =D'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5091707204549328935</id><published>2009-03-24T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:52:45.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 men; 3 seats</title><content type='html'>Random boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Let me teach you how to get dao4-ed 4 times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Can I have a seat?&lt;br /&gt;Another One: Can I have a seat two?&lt;br /&gt;Yet another one: Can I have a seat two... err, three?&lt;br /&gt;Me: One, two, three... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY YOU GUYS CHEATED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you what must you not do in public.&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SING&lt;/span&gt; our cheer out loud in public yeah?&lt;br /&gt;B: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cos' the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAJCians&lt;/span&gt; will slaughter us with lightings and goddnoooeswadd disasters!!&lt;br /&gt;B: Whatthehell! That won't happen. Anyway, why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cos' [starts to sing to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When the Saints go marching in"&lt;/span&gt;] When the Hawks, O' when the Hawks, O' when the Hawks go flying in...!!!&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O' shuddup will'ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Why why why??!!&lt;br /&gt;B: Fuck your ass, you bastard. You just manipulated that dang song oh you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A: I always do-&lt;br /&gt;B:  We'd die!&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;B: Cos' you've broken their law of the saints. Look. Once a saint, ALWAYS a saint!&lt;br /&gt;A: But once a saint, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needn't always&lt;/span&gt; be a saint... Some are sane, some are insane, but some are just outsane. Needn't to say, I'm such a saint to prove that I'm sane and they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;B: You've lost your right of mind.&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm using my left!&lt;br /&gt;B: whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawks substituted 'em and... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; in the stratosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a saddist. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Hey! What cool personal message you have there! What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Lemmie see... [ checks on documents] It says, "and thou shalt send thy script that one shalt read and not comprehend. "&lt;br /&gt;X: From the bible?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Sounds like it heh!&lt;br /&gt;X: Is it?&lt;br /&gt;Y: KJV.&lt;br /&gt;X: Wazzat?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Y: Well, not the bible, let alone KJV.&lt;br /&gt;X: Stop pissing me off you dang!&lt;br /&gt;Y: It's KJV (King James Version) alike.&lt;br /&gt;X: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANSWER MY INITIAL QUESTION O' DANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Fine... [takes out script and analyse it.] I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and thou - The Great One.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shalt send thy script - The script that we've just attained.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that one shalt read - I read it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not comprehend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And NOT COMPREHEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Y [ agitated.] : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understood not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X [ hesitated.] : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: O' look at them. Suckers. They have no originality! They substitute their names with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ABs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XYs&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started my speech-of-life with u'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Didn't you just used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I"&lt;/span&gt; instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5091707204549328935?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5091707204549328935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5091707204549328935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-men-3-seats.html' title='4 men; 3 seats'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4175016108860434145</id><published>2009-03-23T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:36:31.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coolness.</title><content type='html'>O' yeah?&lt;br /&gt;After seating in for both J1s and J2s rehearsals,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that J1s' rehearsals are more efficient in terms of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a paradox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4175016108860434145?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4175016108860434145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4175016108860434145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolness.html' title='coolness.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3697944272621204988</id><published>2009-03-21T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:35:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPOSED A&lt;br /&gt;2MINUTES AND 22 SECONDS,&lt;br /&gt;SSA + PIANO COMPOSITION!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What an ACHIEVEMENT!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's a composition to go together with my Mid Year's TSD practical assessment. "The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-on-the-moon Marigolds" they call it. It was written for the concluding section of the extract.&lt;br /&gt;Theme of music? - Emptiness; Hopeful; Conflicts; Loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Written in g minor, this monothematic composition hopes to portray one, not being able to find acceptance after countless tries and conflicts with the outside World. He'd find himself back to square one where he knew that he was destined to walk the path of life in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the piece "Walking in Solitude" (make sense?).&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the score, find me if you can!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the moment, can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; help me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;export the sibelius file&lt;/span&gt; and c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hange the playback to mp3/wma/amr/whatever files&lt;/span&gt; that can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;played by an mp3&lt;/span&gt;!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3697944272621204988?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3697944272621204988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3697944272621204988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-me.html' title='YAY ME!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7211255415013948087</id><published>2009-03-20T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:09:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your voice suck, big time. you can't sing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt;, I so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that fact.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how the heck did I get passed the auditions&lt;/span&gt; with 3 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"today was so screwed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i know. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should be in drama&lt;/span&gt; where I can excel rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dragging the whole group's standard down&lt;/span&gt; the drain."&lt;br /&gt;[silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and silent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; mean consent. i will do it right after 6/3/09. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-7211255415013948087?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7211255415013948087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7211255415013948087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1615389755256019276</id><published>2009-03-18T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:42:54.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o' wow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/ScEVa8bFwAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DZkfUULAd34/s400/Photo0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552587914428418" border="0" /&gt;And so I thought, everything was peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;I see everything falling in place.&lt;br /&gt;Picturesque atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Things being too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only waking up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I stood alone.&lt;br /&gt;O' am I really fated for this?&lt;br /&gt;- To wear a mask of an oddball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1615389755256019276?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1615389755256019276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1615389755256019276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-wow.html' title='o&apos; wow?'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/ScEVa8bFwAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/DZkfUULAd34/s72-c/Photo0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5587800220747865218</id><published>2009-03-17T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:43:44.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/Sb-W2cIASZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8jquxhwxFvk/s1600-h/3523941987257l+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/Sb-W2cIASZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8jquxhwxFvk/s400/3523941987257l+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314131947327342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And at the end of my hectic schedule for the second day of the week, I've decided to seat on for a nice cool cup of fresh milk, some nice Japanese songs in the background, and my mind recollecting what I've done during the day that've past. You know, time don't stop at one's feet. Unless you detach yourself from it, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It was only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; practise I've missed and the impact of the drilling then was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extraordinary!&lt;/span&gt; I was amazed by what Ms Ong's capable of doing. The whole feel of the pieces was, intact. Though minor hiccups are inevitable but, upon piecing up all the broken pieces of the puzzle... I was impressed by the picturesque vision a piece can produce. =) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well done, TPJChoir! &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;But, I've to humbly admit that I can't sing till that utmost standard of every other previously-choir-members. Can't help it, I major-ed in the synthesizer rather than the vocal. Previously, that was. Meet-the-maestro session was. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Not to the very extent because things just went extremely fast without any catchy activities that'd make one's hair stand on ends. If only they could lengthen it and go through the set piece. How great would that be to correct our every minor mistakes. Okay, sidetrack a little, I'm so glad Jessica and YingYing accompanied me from the Singapore's Raffles Music College all the way to Tampines Mall for lunch after the whole event. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSD, DS-IS was such an eyeopener today! YES! I'm having my eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;set onto DS&lt;/span&gt;!! X) I can't forget my aspiration to do abstract music apart from cosmology. =p Lightings were so cool to play with! Though the school's drama facilities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't comparable&lt;/span&gt; to ACJC's&lt;/span&gt;, but I believe it's our creativity to make use of our limited equipments that counts. =) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I CAN'T WAIT TO TOUCH THE SOUNDBOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like the one above (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAC new sanctuary's one&lt;/span&gt;)!!! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall stop here for a moment for a date with my physics notes. =( She's bugging me about marriage but I insisted not. Math and GP's waiting impatiently behind. Whining at me. "Why aren't you sharing the love you showed to Physics, TSD and Choir!!" they complained. O' well. I lead a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; life, I must admit. Hahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' yes. And I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so loving&lt;/span&gt; my holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5587800220747865218?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5587800220747865218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5587800220747865218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-life.html' title='no life.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/Sb-W2cIASZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8jquxhwxFvk/s72-c/3523941987257l+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2780933229410511442</id><published>2009-03-14T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:22:19.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Storytelling!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.ozarts.com.au/__data/assets/image/0012/25005/The_Tragical_Life_of_Cheeseboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Yes. It's been a long time since I blog a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;No. This picture wasn't drawn by me. I failed my art.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to http://www.ozarts.com.au/ - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got it from there. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal school + Crazy Combination = Crazy Class = Crazy Friends = Crazy activities = Crazy Results = FANTASTIC EXPERIENCE = Crazy workload = Stress = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSING MY ONCE-SANE-MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Tragical Life Of Cheeseboy"&lt;/span&gt; this morning with the tsd cohort, J1s and J2s. It was... MAGICAL. Seeing how the soloist change from character to character, coming out of his roles and back to his own self, commenting on the emotions of the supposed character that was then, of non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors (team) showed wonderful coordinations especially when it comes to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"90 seconds interval"&lt;/span&gt;! It doesn't have any backstage and so, some random backstage crews came up to perform, dancing to some very random beat, juggling balls; showing his skills, etc. What's best was when he asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How much time do we have left?"&lt;/span&gt; and the other man's respond was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"10 seconds sir"&lt;/span&gt;, his emotions used when he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; was seriously amusing! It sounds as if he was joking but serious, serious but joking. Their ability to change character can really really make one indulge in the performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I was really in awe of the dramatic sequence of the play. The lightings they used were really simple yet captivating. It's really amazing how they use the technique of rotating gobos and colours as their main means of creating the emotions. The songs they sung, though off-tuned, enhances the sadness of the character. The music used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, I was asked to not use that style for my O level coursework! Crap. I like it so much!)&lt;/span&gt; was a two part writing, the melody and the chords used was played very far apart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ie: melody was very high pitched while the accompaniment's very low in the bass)&lt;/span&gt;, creating this sense of emptiness in the atmosphere that was better enhanced by the strings effect! I watched in awe, hoping that the play doesn't stop. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PLAY AGAIN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; D;&lt;br /&gt;And indulge myself in the World of imaginations, where little kids fly and the heavens speak their minds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish I'm younger again.&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2780933229410511442?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2780933229410511442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2780933229410511442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/magical-storytelling.html' title='Magical Storytelling!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4093320833370243491</id><published>2009-03-09T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:18:58.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a lecture without teachers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfruitful study groups; Missing TSD rehearsals; Teacher-less lectures; Great CCAs...&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL ROCKS!!! =D&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/9046952648989406310-4093320833370243491?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4093320833370243491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4093320833370243491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-was-lecture-without-teachers.html' title='There was a lecture without teachers.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6104015299446057181</id><published>2009-03-01T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:49:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama-mamasss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bodily check&lt;/span&gt;), drinking water!!&lt;br /&gt;TSD'o9 is ♥!!! =D&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/9046952648989406310-6104015299446057181?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6104015299446057181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6104015299446057181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/03/drama-mamasss.html' title='drama-mamasss...'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6453476945875333411</id><published>2009-02-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:56:16.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fathoum&lt;/span&gt; for Today!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY LOVED IT!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6453476945875333411?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6453476945875333411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6453476945875333411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7172011894167275554</id><published>2009-02-25T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:09:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grasp.</title><content type='html'>I cried when I saw these articles while I research on my GP tutorial preparations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 4th, 2008 millions of Americans were shocked that a man of Barack Obama's limited experience, extreme liberal positions and radical political alliances could be elected President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-http://www.howobamagotelected.com/media-malpractice-research.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in the latter time of the Kingdom, when the transgressors are come to the full, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt; of Fierce countenance, and understanding dark sentences, shall stand up. And this power shall be mighty, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not by his own power&lt;/span&gt;: and he shall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;destroy wonderfully&lt;/span&gt;, and shall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prosper&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Daniel 8: 23-24 KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - US President Barack Obama extended his outreach to Asia yesterday by meeting Japanese Prime Minister Taro Aso here, making the Asian leader his first foreign guest at the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342673.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense and foreign policy were a small part of Obama's first address to Congress, which focused on the economic crisis...&lt;br /&gt;Administration officials say Obama plans to remove all US combat troops from Iraq by August 2010, three months later than he had promised in the presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;Obama also promised that his proposed budget would not 'hide' the price of wars waged in Iraq and Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;'For seven years, we have been a nation at war. No longer will we hide its price,' he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342745.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sheep's clothing&lt;/span&gt; but inwardly are ravenous wolves..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Matthew 7: 15 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WASHINGTON - REPUBLICAN leaders continued their attacks on President Barack Obama's handling of the economy Tuesday, calling it irresponsible and certain to increase taxes and federal debt... 'Republicans believe the road back to prosperity is paved with greater personal freedom, not bigger government.'&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342686.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will speak against the Most High and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oppress his saints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;change the set times and the laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The saints will be handed over to him for a time, times and half a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Daniel 7: 25 NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - AN outbreak of salmonella food poisoning traced to peanut products has sickened 666 people and is continuing despite one of the biggest food recalls in US history, health officials said on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342781.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WASHINGTON - US PRESIDENT Barack Obama vowed on Tuesday to begin comprehensive reform of the US' troubled health care system this year and launch a major initiative to find a cure for cancer 'in our time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342757.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obama plan 'irresponsible'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/World/Story/STIStory_342686.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;How'd I wish if GP doesn't exist and I'll be kept segregated from the outside World.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want all these to come, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall stop here and continue GP.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-7172011894167275554?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7172011894167275554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7172011894167275554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/grasp.html' title='grasp.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6996231013251520410</id><published>2009-02-17T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:48:05.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZqvnDpsfVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/goSN_DvQbxw/s1600-h/SDC10761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZqvnDpsfVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/goSN_DvQbxw/s400/SDC10761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303744596712127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TSD'o9 Mark's group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with some outsiders too. =p&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Timetable check. Term 1 Week 3. Official lectures started. Tutorials haven't. Orientation isn't completed. Off they went for camp one. I'm left for camp two.&lt;br /&gt;Note. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORIENTATION HAVEN'T OFFICIALLY ENDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benches all around the school, occupied with students, not only J2s, but ALSO J1s!! And guess what they're doing? You guessed it - mugging.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so much of a school! Come to think of it. I am thankful that I wasn't posted to MJ.  H2 Physics and H2 Mathematic darn taxing for it's humble start. Wow! I can't cope! Believe it or not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST OF MY CLASSMATES HAVE COMPLETE THE WHOLE PHYSICS TUTORIAL ONE ASSIGNMENT WHEN THE LECTURE'S NOT YET COMPLETED!!! D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition's tense. I am really wondering how am I gonna survive with my one-of-a-kind subject combination.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaa!! Musn't let fear take its toll on me! I MUST BE COMPARABLE TO THE REST OF MY SCHOOLMATES!!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;I musn't die, just yet!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation Camp's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;09S29 FTW!! Hawk House FTW!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6996231013251520410?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6996231013251520410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6996231013251520410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc.html' title='TP.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZqvnDpsfVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/goSN_DvQbxw/s72-c/SDC10761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2748137695636101321</id><published>2009-02-09T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:02:08.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGTHREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZA3VO72pmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sAZcn6D6b5A/s1600-h/OGTHREE%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZA3VO72pmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sAZcn6D6b5A/s400/OGTHREE%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797599340996194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A simple idea made reality.&lt;br /&gt;Unity is strength!&lt;br /&gt;TPJC OGTHREE ROCKS!!!! xD&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/9046952648989406310-2748137695636101321?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2748137695636101321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2748137695636101321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/ogthree.html' title='OGTHREE'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SZA3VO72pmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sAZcn6D6b5A/s72-c/OGTHREE%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6911503329013276904</id><published>2009-02-06T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:30:27.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venturing back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's gettin' quiet in here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one spoke a word; no one shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a silent seperation - nothing elses left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of the first week in JC.&lt;br /&gt;And... The ONLY lesson for the day - PE.&lt;br /&gt;What's best about today was that today's the day that OG 3 bonded most within the week. =)&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to sit-in for chemistry lecture since almost the whole OG went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to Quest after lunch in school, only to find out that I'm ps-ed by Tionglin, Jon Lek, JunJie, and Steph Chee. But disappointment quickly faded away as I start seeing familiar faces, starting with Mr Imran, and Derek.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Angel and Baosian, they were cool! Without them, I guess i won't stayed in Quest for so long. Mr Toh's still in Quest. Can you believe it? Especially after declaring his retirement back in 2005! WeiShan joined me after that, then she vanished to her band practises, and I was left with Caleb and two new friends Adeline (Sorry, I thought you're a sec 2) and Shujuan.&lt;br /&gt;AND. Caleb's amusing!&lt;br /&gt;C (Caleb), "Hey CX!! What school did you go?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Read the words on my shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;C, (reads the words slowly, trying hard to process it), "T...P...J...C... ... ... What's that! Temasek Poly... Junior College?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Err... Yea!"&lt;br /&gt;C, "Is that a poly or a JC?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;C, "Poly? what course?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Poly got uniform heh!"&lt;br /&gt;C, "Poly got uniform? Don't have what!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Hahahaa!! Then??"&lt;br /&gt;C, "SO JC LUH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Uhh... huh?"&lt;br /&gt;SJ, "But TP... JC?! What's that?! Toh Payoh JC?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Is there such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;C, "No?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Uh huh? then?" (pauses, and take out PE tee-shirt) "Let me give you a clue..." (Flip to the back of the shirt and showed them T.P.J.C.)&lt;br /&gt;A, "Ohohh!! What's that?! Temasek Poly JC?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "No?"&lt;br /&gt;SJ, "Tampines! - "&lt;br /&gt;A, "what what?"&lt;br /&gt;C, "What? Got Toh Payoh meh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "You're right! Tampines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*note: MORE than them asked me whether TPJC stands for Temasek Poly JC or not. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Quest's interior changed quite a bit. All the construction work and renovation work stole all the nice spots away. I really wonder how much the sec 4s this year have to suffer during lessons and all. I'd just wanna wish the rest of the students and esp the sec 4s'09 all the best for the major exams be it Ns or Os. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then when I left the darkest of all places. I walked through the narrow pathway, across the dirtiest of canals, all of 'em flashed before me like it was just a second ago. Time really flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6911503329013276904?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6911503329013276904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6911503329013276904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/venturing-back.html' title='Venturing back.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5496096075522853757</id><published>2009-02-02T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:54:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>First day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got passed Choir auditions rather easily!!&lt;br /&gt;Passed "Top Secret Division" written auditions!!&lt;br /&gt;Met Wendy AND Yuen Siang (coincidentally) at school!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Met new friends!!!*** =) They are DARN DARN NICE!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;"Top Secret Division" practical auditions tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's an interview.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta mug Japanese Noh AND Kabuki Theatre all over again.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, I've to master the sick (I mean seriously) script that was given!!!&lt;br /&gt;But work was made easier when I found something on youtube. xP&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6FK1MlotW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6FK1MlotW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for revisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5496096075522853757?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5496096075522853757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5496096075522853757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3044122714255397488</id><published>2009-01-30T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:23:53.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Queenstown!!&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TEEPEE!!! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*never in my life have I felt so excited. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3044122714255397488?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3044122714255397488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3044122714255397488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1016978903838389036</id><published>2009-01-29T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:24:53.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH!</title><content type='html'>Okay...&lt;br /&gt;This crap's from facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I'm feeling really I-don't-know now.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, like what's reflected on the title - WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dashboard_header"&gt;&lt;div class="dh_titlebar clearfix"&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-image: url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/icons/hidden.gif?7:27651);"&gt;whats the first letter of the person you will fall in love with?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;img src="http://cdn.quizapps.com/img/?network=0&amp;amp;id=411035&amp;amp;h=92558a8a5bf19caa96566a57f7abf5db52bd3432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1016978903838389036?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1016978903838389036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1016978903838389036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/wth.html' title='WTH!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2915401355169012820</id><published>2009-01-27T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:31:44.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lunar New Year 2009's about to go into history... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2915401355169012820?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2915401355169012820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2915401355169012820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1765167011696157495</id><published>2009-01-24T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:16:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left my heart throbbing fast; my mind empty.&lt;br /&gt;you left my vision in darkness; my world lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your words stole my heart; i am feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;who are you to me, my stranger friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1765167011696157495?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1765167011696157495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1765167011696157495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/message.html' title='the message.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2493251364031288741</id><published>2009-01-22T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:38:27.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to San. Happy 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 18th Cuzzie Sann!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drink; drive; watch M18; legal age; adult; club; etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;And what's more. You just completed your Os.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stop making me jealous!!! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that made me not so jealous was...&lt;br /&gt;O level results! Remember that you were always late for study group?&lt;br /&gt;That gave me the extra boost to score ONE POINT better than you!! xD&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaaaa!!! Kidding. =p&lt;br /&gt;Just come on time for the next few group studies in future yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. You were great!&lt;br /&gt;In your last day of being 17, you've WON me in 5 out of 5 games of pool!!&lt;br /&gt;Like. Oh my gosh. I thought I'd at least win once or something. You are WAY TOO SUPERB!! xD&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;You are the second person whom the cinema cashier mistook, having a relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;So amusing! And we only found out when we got into the Cinema!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you really looked young? I'm now 2 years YOUNGER than you!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will go into TP okay!!&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it's TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Nothing's wrong with that of the above right? =p&lt;br /&gt;We can mug together at Tampines mall and maybe go back by train together everyday after school!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;That's only if you've projects / have a boyfriend (that's not likely right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Stop being nocturnal just to play pet society.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the lamest thing I've ever touched! Dx&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My level's higher because I started way before you did.&lt;br /&gt;So don't compare okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas. Lets keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing ya a Blessed year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;All the best in year 1 TP!! =D&lt;br /&gt;You WILL DEFINITELY MAKE IT THERE to law!! =]&lt;br /&gt;Then I will be there at TamPines too to accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Cuzzie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2493251364031288741?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2493251364031288741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2493251364031288741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-san-happy-18.html' title='to San. Happy 18!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3107898367883126179</id><published>2009-01-20T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:03:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>五月天 - 而我知道</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfrH9RgqALA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfrH9RgqALA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;作词：阿信 作曲：阿信 编曲: 而我知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冰块 还没融化 你在看表 我笑的尴尬&lt;br /&gt;你说最近很忙 改天聊吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天 我在楼下 想了很久 想你说的话&lt;br /&gt;你说 爱情很窄 世界很大 (而我们应该长大)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样吧 就这样吧&lt;br /&gt;我想我 听懂你 话中的话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我知道那真爱不一定能白头到老&lt;br /&gt;而我知道有一天你可能就这么走掉&lt;br /&gt;而我知道我知道这一切我全都知道&lt;br /&gt;我就是受不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我知道我们曾天真的一起哭和笑&lt;br /&gt;而我知道放开手但不知道怎么忘掉&lt;br /&gt;而我知道你走了以后的每一分一秒&lt;br /&gt;却还是这么难熬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微笑 紧紧咬牙 给你祝福 你自由飞吧&lt;br /&gt;你说 温室没有 灿烂的花 (你总是很有想法)&lt;br /&gt;就这样吧 就这样吧&lt;br /&gt;我同意 可是我 泪如雨下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3107898367883126179?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3107898367883126179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3107898367883126179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='五月天 - 而我知道'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3148455388635607078</id><published>2009-01-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:57:24.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments!!</title><content type='html'>What a day!&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day that I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Dai-Di,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Poker with "Super" branded cards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Frisbee,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threw M&amp;amp;Ms into the sea,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw A FAMILY of mouses (rats) on the breakwaters,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare into the Sun when it was setting,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into the waters till it was at my knee level without a change of clothes,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept at the beach,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spot a person from over 300 metres away without my spectacles even when I've astigmatism and short-sightedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not waxing my hair although I knew that I'm going out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now everyone, congratulate me for all these first times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*oh my gosh. I can't be as lame as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3148455388635607078?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3148455388635607078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3148455388635607078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5865907316418050151</id><published>2009-01-14T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:04:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the Blanks!</title><content type='html'>I shall fill in the blanks after visiting SAJC...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It was such a disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I think you should drop the idea of taking music...."&lt;br /&gt;AND TAKE THEATRE STUDIES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heading to TPJC in a few hours time...&lt;br /&gt;Lets all hope that their school's environment and culture are good!&lt;br /&gt;Their website, subject combinations, friend's feedback, and subject requirements are all giving me positive results about whether to join that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the location's a problem. D;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see tomorrow!!&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/9046952648989406310-5865907316418050151?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5865907316418050151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5865907316418050151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/fill-in-blanks.html' title='Fill in the Blanks!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3594841174407992332</id><published>2009-01-12T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:28:21.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should drop the idea of taking music..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O level was mid range.&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be considered bad. Too bad to be considered good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neutral.&lt;br /&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/9046952648989406310-3594841174407992332?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3594841174407992332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3594841174407992332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpected-reality.html' title='unexpected reality'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-180292652962728019</id><published>2009-01-10T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:14:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping aimlessly</title><content type='html'>Ang Mo Kio, Toh Payoh, then Bugis street...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect myself to shop ever so aimlessly in 3 places consecutively today...&lt;br /&gt;I have never completed such a task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for Huizhen, I'd have not known what's a Cardigan!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I know that I'm a little lousy in this field.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks clothes designer!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've learnt that 03 scout's doing without a troop leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've learnt that 03 scout's crapped out their open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've pieced out why and how 03 scout troop's gonna collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm utterly disgraced as a graduated 03 troop leader, for the failure of bringing my juniors a better CCA environment in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm seriously... Speechless about the progress 03 is making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-180292652962728019?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/180292652962728019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/180292652962728019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-aimlessly.html' title='shopping aimlessly'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5223589004622558630</id><published>2009-01-07T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:00:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakishly tired now.&lt;br /&gt;And the 1hour and 40minutes journey home from Sara's house was taking my toll...&lt;br /&gt;Worse than riding the bike for 2 hours straight... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fun! East coast was never so empty before! Even during lunch time! I can't believe Sara's so afraid of speed. If I've known it earlier, I'd have slept earlier, ate more, so I can cycle faster and push her to the limit. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Sara on the piano during her lesson despite my phone blasting some of my favourite Arias in her house's other enclosed room. It was so loud. Oh too bad for you Sara. Dinner was filling. And I felt so bad after that. This was the second time eating with their family and they were treating! I'm an evil guest. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results are coming out on the January 12th!! After 2pm!! I'd bang the wall if I get above 15 for L1R5, and I'd jump for joy if I get below 6 (I know it's impossible). I'd be neutral if I get 10. And because of my non-affiliation to any school, I've the freedom to actually choose ANY school I like for the first choice! Oh man. This is SO EXCITING! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Poly's open house and Ngee Ann Poly's open house are tomorrow till Saturday! I don't know if I should go. Maybe I should. Find some courses just in case. In case I have the need to bang the wall. X) touchwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the 100th post!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5223589004622558630?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5223589004622558630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5223589004622558630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5736558042591085569</id><published>2009-01-05T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:03:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left behind.</title><content type='html'>movie alone, again.&lt;br /&gt;and my seat?&lt;br /&gt;F 10.&lt;br /&gt;6th seat from the right, 6th seat from the left, 6th seat from the front.&lt;br /&gt;If I've not mistaken, it was also the 6th seat from the back.&lt;br /&gt;How coincidental when I've just finished the novel - 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shoved aside by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;church mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;so don't scold me when i say that the church's so-called fellowship's crap yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;can't blame me for leading a life in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solitaire&lt;/span&gt; right?&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/9046952648989406310-5736558042591085569?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5736558042591085569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5736558042591085569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-behind.html' title='left behind.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4029929831834952763</id><published>2009-01-03T01:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:42:29.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A.People who have been tagged must write their answer in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;B.Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people who they are tagged cannot tag the person who they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;C.Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Benjamin Wee (how unfortunate huh.)&lt;br /&gt;Do the quiz if you wanna. My social circle has lesser than 8 souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing recently ?&lt;br /&gt;Stoning, rotting, going out with friends...&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn off your cell phone ?&lt;br /&gt;Only during exams.&lt;br /&gt;What happen at 10am today ?&lt;br /&gt;How'd I know?! Like as if I can travel through time and space.&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;April'08 (I will always remember that day and it causes)&lt;br /&gt;Believe in fate / destiny ?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want in your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;Someone. A soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;Do you intend to make your relationship complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I have one.&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone ?&lt;br /&gt;That's the last thing I'd ever do.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you caught ?&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime Stories? (wanna tell me some? I can't sleep)&lt;br /&gt;Does the person you like knows that you like him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;Who always makes you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS A JOKE?!&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak languages other than English ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite websites ?&lt;br /&gt;All websites are the same aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you are like ?&lt;br /&gt;I think I like? Do you think that this question's a little too broad?&lt;br /&gt;Who would you choose to die with ?&lt;br /&gt;TOUCH WOOD! I don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been today ?&lt;br /&gt;Safra.&lt;br /&gt;What games do you play often ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Lets keep this private. That person'd blow if i write it down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you have to choose between a friend and a lover who would you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;do you have anything better to do?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;are you asking the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Which primary school were you from ?&lt;br /&gt;Fairfield.&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 colours you like ?&lt;br /&gt;All colours are the same, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;What emotion do you like to show ?&lt;br /&gt;emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you ?&lt;br /&gt;A waste of time and resources.&lt;br /&gt;If you have something troubling you , what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Throw up.&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last chat on msn ?&lt;br /&gt;Mutton.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you admire the most ?&lt;br /&gt;no one. not even myself.&lt;br /&gt;Which month were you born in ?&lt;br /&gt;July.&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right now ?&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;Whats the time now ?&lt;br /&gt;1.22AM&lt;br /&gt;Your opinion about the person who tagged you ?&lt;br /&gt;Super nice in the virtual world. A pai kia in reality.&lt;br /&gt;What colour do you like to dye your hair ?&lt;br /&gt;my hair's a virgin and i wanna keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this quiz ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm tagged. hey isn't this obvious?!&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are moody ?&lt;br /&gt;look. what am i doing now?&lt;br /&gt;At which stage would you like to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;gasp. you can't force such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Who is closest to you ?&lt;br /&gt;so far, no one on earth. I'd be glad to answer this question if I could.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust the most ?&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE is trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain ?&lt;br /&gt;not all the time. rainbow can be form anywhere with water and white light.&lt;br /&gt;If you had a dream come true , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be loved.&lt;br /&gt;What is your goal for this year ?&lt;br /&gt;get into a nice JC and maintain my results if i started off well.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;What feeling do you love the most ?&lt;br /&gt;Same as the previous person who did this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think is global warming now ?&lt;br /&gt;in 2000, it rained in Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like quizzes ?&lt;br /&gt;hey c'mon. they are the worst thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in gods ?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about you the most ?&lt;br /&gt;the one above the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is the most important thing in life ?&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;What will you bring when you fight ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nice guy alright?&lt;br /&gt;What have you regretted doing in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the fact that the Armageddon's near.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if nobody cared for you any longer ?&lt;br /&gt;i will wait since life's pointless so far.&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you ?&lt;br /&gt;she always do just that. for all i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i will make her know that i still cares for her and loves her.&lt;br /&gt;How you feel now ?&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4029929831834952763?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4029929831834952763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4029929831834952763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiz.html' title='Quiz.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5439810458906240451</id><published>2009-01-01T12:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:28:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1st</title><content type='html'>And so, I'm back from my New Year's date...&lt;br /&gt;Yes that one-girl-one-guy, "HTHT" cum night-walk thing.&lt;br /&gt;Erm... At Potong Pasir. Oh man... Guess what. RIGHT OUTSIDE MY 2nd / 3rd CHOICE JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown party&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (without any fireworks, DJs, artists, performance, crowds, star-filled night sky, etc) &lt;/span&gt;was surprisingly better than last year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During praise-and-worship...&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay. The next song is a sad song but...erm...don't emo okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... after quite a while after praise-and-worship, during free time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are you so emo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, I'm not emo-ing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then you seat here alone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Those guys at the other side of the room also ma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But they emo together. You emo alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, giving that sarcastic look, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, cheekily, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just now during praise-and-worship, you told us to NOT emo. So according to reversed psychology, we'll emo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh no. I feel backfired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of sugar in my body's recovering the symptoms that I once had 2 years ago during the then countdown party. My vision turned negative as I made up my mind to rush back to the camp area for safety reasons, and therefore, missing the chance to catch the very first sunrise of 2009. I was seriously depressed then but after much thoughts, I thought I'd rather spend it with someone I like, rather than being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm finally back home. Shall I go into hibernation mode? Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;Oh maybe I should seek respite myself in the comfort of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! AND BEFORE I FORGET!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Music gathering (for selected few only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCELLED, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;due to extremely poor response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5439810458906240451?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5439810458906240451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5439810458906240451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-1st.html' title='January 1st'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7614224674201059592</id><published>2008-12-30T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:37:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"you have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt; to work in our company..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying what's it.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'd rather work odd jobs if that's the case...&lt;br /&gt;Now that's only for my vacation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for someone around City Hall just now. So I dropped by the Church, hoping for a cosy little area to indulge myself in my world of 666...&lt;br /&gt;And then I came across a statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...First it was the liberal Churches. Then it was the evangelicals watering down the Gospel with their introduction of the beat Gospel music...the Christian Rock groups...the relevant Christianity that played down the prophetic Word of God...stressed only the need for social concern. Now I saw how subtly the forces of evil had worked to turn the zealousness of the Church away from the winning souls towards a more material, business-like type of Christianity" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 666, by Salem Kirban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It may be a book written by someone who's trying to interpret the book of Revelation in the context of the World today. I know how close the Armageddon may be. But this quote struck me. I guess this may be the root to my disbelief. Or rather, the refusal to my acceptance of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know is...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have got to&lt;/span&gt; do something; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-7614224674201059592?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7614224674201059592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7614224674201059592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1361571853830769147</id><published>2008-12-29T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:25:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She held my hand...&lt;br /&gt;And I felt nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And no. She isn't you-know-who. I don't like her at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1361571853830769147?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1361571853830769147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1361571853830769147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-held-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8402013040218706144</id><published>2008-12-24T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:41:31.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional hindrance.</title><content type='html'>and then, I left the stage. Glad? Upset? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;faster than a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;all the hard works&lt;br /&gt;- gone in just a few seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart throbbing in my chest. I musn't be distracted by any emotional hindrance on stage! But then again. That message. That very message! That freaking message of hers. Get it out! Something will go wrong. Something will. Something will once I'm up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. There's a technical flinch as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I recalled...&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in feelings? Well... I always do, and they are quite accurate! Trust it. It'll do you good." - says J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I trust something that failed me all the time?! But am I wrong again? Look at what happened on stage just last evening?! Must I trust that sound and do accordingly? Must I heed advices from around, and taking it as advices from above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a story that goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;A few traders were travelling through a desert. A sound came to them and told them to pick up some sand and place them in their pockets and then to carry on on their journey. They found it a chore, but they trusted the voice, so they took a little. The voice then said, "very well, since you've obeyed me, you'll find yourselves glad and sorry by the next sunrise." Puzzled, they moved on.&lt;br /&gt;The next Morning, the traders checked their pocket and found that the sand have all transformed into diamonds and crystals and all other forms of jewels. They were both glad and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Glad - that they have gained something.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry - for not taking more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I heed what the voices say? Do I heed the suggestions of those around me? What if they contradicts each other? Its a 50 / 50 gamble. The risk's big. What can I say? Like the traders. It may be a chore; having to face the challenges brought by the consequence of a failure attempt in a hectic college life. But, also like the traders. I may find it a blessing, to gain what I have always wanted, a shoulder to cry on that never leaves (as analogized by jewels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I seek every possible opportunities I have in mind now? Or do I let it slip off my limited grip, thinking that I have still got plenty of time? After all, I'm still quite young compared to a middle-aged person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Armageddon...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt that my visions are to come true. Or rather, I doubt I'd even be able to see that. But whatever it may be, I quote, "there's absolutely no time left..."&lt;br /&gt;Failing bodily systems have made me seriously weak over the ages. The will to consult a doctor grew though I still depend solely on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high dosages of pills&lt;/span&gt; that I suppose are vitamins, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt;. That's honestly, freakishly terrible. My right ear's bursting; my vision's going on and off; my stamina's deteriorating; my head throbs with anger for stress relief; and my muscles sprain at the tiniest movement I ever made. I've even lost the ability to even seat straight for an hour, let alone standing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I see this chance. Friends told me when to execute it. Voices told me that too. I shall trust it again. And if I were to fail, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm prepared for the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CHRISTmas-Eve. =)&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/9046952648989406310-8402013040218706144?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8402013040218706144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8402013040218706144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotional-hindrance.html' title='emotional hindrance.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7661530485163447505</id><published>2008-12-22T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:09:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too real.</title><content type='html'>What happens if your past nightmares appeared in a book? What if your worst fears were narrated as a story? What will you do if the thing that has been traumatising you for ages reappeared in a novel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a mere first 2 chapters of the 13-chapters-long novel about revelation and I'm starting to worry. Everything's just... too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why haven't you accept Christ as your personal saviour?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I can't. I JUST CAN'T. I don't know why. There's just something there! What's that? Nothing? or Unseen? I want to. Then something's there. What's there I can't see. I can't go against it! I SIMPLY CAN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close encounter with him; news telecast with him; the Rapture; the Armageddon; the war against Israel, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm painting the silhouettes of doom in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I DON'T LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;will I ever be left behind?&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/9046952648989406310-7661530485163447505?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7661530485163447505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7661530485163447505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-real.html' title='too real.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6418434771737453398</id><published>2008-12-18T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:22:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE INTERNATIONAL PLAZA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Offices, in Taka.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird night last night. Urgh! I dreamt that I got back my O level results and it was crap! B3 for Chinese, A2 for sciences, C5 for additional math, A2 for E math, C6 for English... What's more... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MUSIC AND DNT DIDN'T APPEAR ON MY CERT!!!&lt;/span&gt; It was SO TERRIBLE!! I was crying till I bled. D: Then everyone was getting their As and... GOSH! I FLUNKED, LIKE EVERYTHING?! And guess what. I can't get into a JC. I CAN'T EVEN ENTER A DECENT POLY COURSE!! Everything was shattered. Then it was Chinese new year... Everyone was happy. Chatting, and sharing about the year and all... And all of a sudden, they asked for my O level results. And I had NO WHERE to hide myself man. It was... Embarrassing! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna get back my results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6418434771737453398?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6418434771737453398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6418434771737453398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh.html' title='gosh.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8947858777793107961</id><published>2008-12-17T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:53:08.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SUgD93FXm4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/yvP3eaLbFrI/s400/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280474924385278850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty place; empty house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone; with a shattered puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Mind taxing, demanding;&lt;br /&gt;I need to piece it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either side, both good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;seeks my attention; want me there.&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiched between them, alone and in pain.&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless helps; false prophets.&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to brainwash all that were there?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon. Get outta my life.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want attention; I want love.&lt;br /&gt;I want never-failing care, and a warmth pretty smile.&lt;br /&gt;You materialistic girl. The one who hated me.&lt;br /&gt;You were placed in my life; now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzz of the urban life; the cries of the stressed up people,&lt;br /&gt;Annoying my delicate senses; takes them away.&lt;br /&gt;I need a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;Will you lend me one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith as fiction and science as facts.&lt;br /&gt;Can't I accept both together?!&lt;br /&gt;"Man can only have one master."&lt;br /&gt;Stop it and I just wanna be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need attention; I need love.&lt;br /&gt;I need never-failing care, and a warmth pretty smile.&lt;br /&gt;You materialistic girl. The one who hated me.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be with me, through my toughest times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-8947858777793107961?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8947858777793107961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8947858777793107961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you.html' title='Will you?'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SUgD93FXm4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/yvP3eaLbFrI/s72-c/DSC00819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5928780769457741128</id><published>2008-12-14T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:04:27.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SUTgrpWhYRI/AAAAAAAAATo/FZKLx7vFats/s1600-h/DSC00806+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SUTgrpWhYRI/AAAAAAAAATo/FZKLx7vFats/s400/DSC00806+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279591703624376594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My mind's blank. And I so felt like blogging. Sometimes, I just don't understand myself. That uncontrollable urge to do things when I'm just not supposed / suitable to do so. And yes. I shall write with absolutely no motive. For no reason I shall continue. Read on if you want to. I have no rights to ever stop you. Okay. A tiring week had just passed. An even more torturing week ahead. Mime, work, piano, social. Crap. I think this is worse than O levels. I'd rather stare at those lifeless books, hoping to absorb enough "words" to, yeah, live on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing about promotions with my piano teacher and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I quote: "You only need ANY 2 A level PASSES to enter ANY University course."&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell right. I have no comments, seriously. But I'd rather be safe than sorry. I shall research for Uni courses entry requirements... After new year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught for slacking in basement 2 and not attending the weekly Sunday school. Oh right. And Weifang lao3 shi1 actually knew EVERYTHING. I swear that I didn't tell anyone about anything! Okay. As for why I skip, don't ask me because I won't tell. Unless you're really somebody to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I shouldn't be doing this. Drowning myself in the depths of fantasy. Dreaming seems to be a thing of the past... But I want to venture into oblivion. I want to be in a state where I can be alone, where I can indulge in the comfort of your touch; your love. And then again, I knew that I'm only riding my magic carpet; the one that will take me far and wide, to a place where no one knew, to a place where I can be with you. Absurd as it may be, I know I wouldn't attain your love. The picturesque image appeared yet again in my mind. Yes, I can't let you go. No, I may never be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the hedge, like I always am. Not ready to cross over. The two sides ever so appealing. Science as facts and faith as fiction. Crazy ideas filled my mind. And yes, if I have the capital, I will execute them all. Ludicrous connections made logical in my mind. The prophecies of Revelation are drawing closer by the minute. Why am I not able to live life casually as I was just a few years back. Visions of the left behind came and go. I see the skies turning dark. I stood as the ground tremble in fear for the crushing universe. I don't want to know so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bearing with my randomness. Say its crap. Say its nonsense. Say its just another of my post. Read it again if you don't understand. Frankly, I think that "the philosophy of man" is a subject that I should be entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5928780769457741128?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5928780769457741128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5928780769457741128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SUTgrpWhYRI/AAAAAAAAATo/FZKLx7vFats/s72-c/DSC00806+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1039207274610327854</id><published>2008-12-10T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:24:21.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/ST6ZOPVtpvI/AAAAAAAAATg/60IHWVLgZwQ/s400/DSC00695+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277824283239622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Think of me; think of me fondly,&lt;br /&gt;when we've said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me; once in a while -&lt;br /&gt;please promise me; you'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; When you find that, once again,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;you long to take your heart back and be free -&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find a moment,&lt;br /&gt;spare a thought for me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; We never said our love was evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging as the sea -&lt;br /&gt;but if you can still remember,&lt;br /&gt;stop and think of me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;we've shared and seen -&lt;br /&gt;don't think about the things&lt;br /&gt;which might have been ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Think of me, think of me waking,&lt;br /&gt;silent and resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Imagine me, trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;to put you from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Recall those days,&lt;br /&gt;look back on all those times,&lt;br /&gt;think of the things we'll never do -&lt;br /&gt;there will never be a day,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;when I won't think of you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raoul&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; Can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Can it be Christine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; What a change!&lt;br /&gt;You're really not a bit&lt;br /&gt;the gawkish girl&lt;br /&gt;that once you were ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; She may not remember me,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;but I remember her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christine&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt; We never said our love was evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging as the sea -&lt;br /&gt;but please promise me that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you will think...&lt;br /&gt;ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah...&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;of me!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: http://www.xs4all.nl/~josvg/cits/sb/othercds/thinkofme.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GRugY7n55Z"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GRugY7n55Z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/oldmustang/music/_mytzeOo/sarah_brightman_think_of_me_feat_steve_bart/"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Think Of Me (feat. Steve Bart - Sarah Brightman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1039207274610327854?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1039207274610327854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1039207274610327854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/12/think-of-me.html' title='Think of me.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/ST6ZOPVtpvI/AAAAAAAAATg/60IHWVLgZwQ/s72-c/DSC00695+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7149160335916332853</id><published>2008-11-29T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:17:12.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn 'em all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/STFbx6ls_TI/AAAAAAAAATY/X5s7laJ1i_k/s1600-h/Image%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 401px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/STFbx6ls_TI/AAAAAAAAATY/X5s7laJ1i_k/s400/Image%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274097551726673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was about to have my dinner when my phone started singing that familiar tune...&lt;br /&gt;And I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no appetite&lt;/span&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi Melvin, WenBin, the WHOLE TROOP is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPECTED&lt;/span&gt; to turn up for NPC tomorrow, 1230h outside the school gate. Returning bus at 1700h."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- 29 November 2008 1926h, you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustrated; leave me alone.&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/9046952648989406310-7149160335916332853?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7149160335916332853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7149160335916332853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/burn-em-all.html' title='burn &apos;em all.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/STFbx6ls_TI/AAAAAAAAATY/X5s7laJ1i_k/s72-c/Image%28007%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3421694168095793505</id><published>2008-11-28T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:39:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/STAQUczinrI/AAAAAAAAATM/5VZ2rfz6p1s/s1600-h/Photo0136+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/STAQUczinrI/AAAAAAAAATM/5VZ2rfz6p1s/s400/Photo0136+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273733107166650034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, everything progressed too quickly as usual. I was still slacking at home yesterday, mastering the art of rotting... And... Out of the Blue... I stumbled across so much work! I need a breather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I must admit. This isn't as bad as the O' level preparation periods. Now that's what I call, taxing. This should be FUN!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3421694168095793505?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3421694168095793505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3421694168095793505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/work.html' title='WORK!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/STAQUczinrI/AAAAAAAAATM/5VZ2rfz6p1s/s72-c/Photo0136+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4979375545972562230</id><published>2008-11-26T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:26:09.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's not talk about false hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SS1zbIZq9xI/AAAAAAAAATE/a108FXn5QFg/s1600-h/Photo0198+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SS1zbIZq9xI/AAAAAAAAATE/a108FXn5QFg/s400/Photo0198+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272997648669538066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To prevent any misconceptions to why did I reject your offer for that survey. I'm writing this in the hope that you'd understand how I felt, and what's going on in my mind, so that you wouldn't take it as a form of rejection but, a form of concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you meant well by offering the survey to me. You wanted me to have the best that I can achieve, and to benefit from whatever sources there are around me. Deep thoughts ran through my mind and i swore that agreeing was my very first idea, but it just wasn't what I concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, wants you to get the best. I'm a person who can't control his emotions and so, his expressions. The will to get into a JC in me is very strong. But the fact that the surveys related to education, and thus making me lie, saying that I'd rather go to a lousy polytechnic course, placed me in a very difficult position. The need to provide our actual identities may also threaten my position as a student when it comes to promotion. That's when I thought "what if the survey really made me lose the chance of getting whatever I want" comes in. Religious teachings also mentioned quite a fair bit about lying being a sin. Now my conscious sets in. I can't go against it! It's worsened when the thought of "there's no free lunches on Earth" flashed through my head. It's just beyond my nature to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the person who invited me to this, and I don't want to vent my anger on you if anything wrong happens. I don't want to hurt any more people around me because of my inability to control my emotions. Most importantly, I don't want you to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I don't trust you nor anything else. I trust that you want the best for me. You want me to earn the money. But it's also because of you and my principle that paved my life, the things that stopped me from accepting the offer. I don't want that peanut sum of S$75 when I know I'd have the potential to hurt another self, especially if my victim's you. I will not take the risk. No way am I going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 days and counting. The silence is unbearable. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, I'd beg to differ. The past 4 days have been terribly spent alone. Struggling with my inner-self, trying to figure out what have happened. Messages unreplied, calls unanswered. My heart's dampened with concerns and remorse. I need you back in my life. Will you answer my calls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4979375545972562230?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4979375545972562230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4979375545972562230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-not-talk-about-false-hope.html' title='let&apos;s not talk about false hope.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SS1zbIZq9xI/AAAAAAAAATE/a108FXn5QFg/s72-c/Photo0198+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3018691558461822351</id><published>2008-11-25T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:59:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a change within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSwWKSB93EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XjH1oRNyW7Q/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSwWKSB93EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XjH1oRNyW7Q/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272613629638597698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES. That's where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt; - Over their heads; out of their control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After putting in much effort to get rid of the ridicule the troop's facing under the charge of the previous skipper (scout overall teacher in-charge), another problem arises soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr L, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Chenxing, Zhenghao, and Sihao. How are you? For your info, we'll be going to Sarimbun Camp on Wednesday, 2pm and Thursday, 9am for NPC. Next week, KC and Jeffrey would also be conducting sailing revision and also the Chief Commision sailing test. Join us as Ventures. Please call me for more info. Hope to see you guys.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr L,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please help to relay the sms to Wingkit, Ben Liew, Kin Hong, Melvin Ng, Ben Wee, and Jehian. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25 November 2008, 2056h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's the point of stepping down; what's the point of leaving; what's the point of joining scouts in the first place. Borned a servant; grew up as an assistant; enjoyed boys' brigade; ventured into scouts since boys' brigade isn't available - and who am I now? I learnt the art of acting, or rather, taming. In lame-man terms; a boot-licker. Scouts have taken all of me, filled me with unpleasant memories, and gave me a great deal of cca points and an admirable rank. And since, I've gotten what I have always wanted, it's time to say goodbye. The taming must stop. I must wash my hands off scouting, and I'm not gonna allow it to take my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character haven't changed. As pure as ever. I admit. I love to climb, and take control. But this is too much. As long as there's anyone above me, I'd want them down. Otherwise, I'll have an axe to grind behind all that I do. My perserverance and determination attitude brought me some achievements. But no doubt, it's the game that had allowed all these additional positive remarks. I love to kill (not literally - it's more like sacking people below if I find them useless), but I can't reject. I don't know how to say "no"! I'm a total failure in this field. Why? That's the only side of me that exposes the warm-blooded inner me when I'm not supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection; teach me how to. I hate my inability to execute such a simple action. Must scout continue to stay in my mind, for eternity? Must scout be always attached to me, emtionally, physically, and psychologically? Must I continue to live my life in total darkness - the world of cold-bloodedness? I need to say no.&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/9046952648989406310-3018691558461822351?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3018691558461822351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3018691558461822351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-within.html' title='a change within'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSwWKSB93EI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XjH1oRNyW7Q/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6378151029217585968</id><published>2008-11-21T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:42:59.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexplainable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSZkdrEv1PI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-QciI2JyMCg/s1600-h/Image%28124%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSZkdrEv1PI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-QciI2JyMCg/s400/Image%28124%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271010874825364722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New day; great day! Miracles do come by, prayers do get answered. Why is everything so perfect recently?! Progressions for everything is just SO FAST!! And what's best. Brenda's so-called "prophecies" are all coming true. Things are all going out of the ordinary. Enemies to buddies. Dead relationships to chatting mates. I just can't stop going,"WOW!" The rain had sprung new life in the reserves, and blooming flowers had ripped off all the gloominess in my world. All things seems to appear bright and beautiful! It's only a night that changed everything. How am I supposed to tell that it's all true? I was trying my best to rationalize all the weird thoughts I have had - everything that I've heard and felt. How's all these possible without something guiding it?! Something that can change the way a person behaves, ask, do, and everything you can think off! I felt it, heard it, seen it, and... It's all unexplainable! Shall I start accepting the unseen World around us? No doubt I should! It's... Just there for me to believe! It's a night to remember. I have never felt anything like this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6378151029217585968?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6378151029217585968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6378151029217585968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexplainable.html' title='unexplainable.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSZkdrEv1PI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-QciI2JyMCg/s72-c/Image%28124%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-467012425804939258</id><published>2008-11-17T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:57:13.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships or trauma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSGO_zTimOI/AAAAAAAAASs/hl0fokZnAd0/s1600-h/Image%28120%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSGO_zTimOI/AAAAAAAAASs/hl0fokZnAd0/s400/Image%28120%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269650265755261154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fling after flings; game after games.&lt;br /&gt;Countless friendships affected since it ever began.&lt;br /&gt;Victims of relationships, scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- Is what she said, all correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near midnight when I left the town.&lt;br /&gt;Alone, I walked through the deserted alley behind the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Memories, good and bad, flashed before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth had happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. What will she do; what will she say?&lt;br /&gt;What have I done wrong that guilt's making me think that way?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh. How will she feel; how will she react?&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone rip the agony off the helpless heart mine?&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to her! Consult her!"&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What's wrong with you people?!&lt;br /&gt;"Patch up again! Reconcile with her!"&lt;br /&gt;Man I tell you. It's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolated, in a World of my own.&lt;br /&gt;Tormented by never-ending nonsense like these.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do to given a life like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes, so that i could see,&lt;br /&gt;the vast open skies, right above me.&lt;br /&gt;Then help me soar, high up above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Like an eagle, roaring majestically up the border-less skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if one day, everything's gonna go wrong in my life,&lt;br /&gt;All I'll need - is you by my side.&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/9046952648989406310-467012425804939258?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/467012425804939258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/467012425804939258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitiled.html' title='relationships or trauma?'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SSGO_zTimOI/AAAAAAAAASs/hl0fokZnAd0/s72-c/Image%28120%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3615888778250299422</id><published>2008-11-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:12:36.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the O levels!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRmnxUsOMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/CGfGCkU0EE4/s1600-h/Photo0160E+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRmnxUsOMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/CGfGCkU0EE4/s400/Photo0160E+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267425704996123394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then again, everything was over. The day that everyone's waiting for had arrived. But so what! Smiles of joy, and tears of laughters. Inevitable as they may seems, were gone in lesser than a split of a second. Left with a shell to live in. What can I do with this holiday that lasts for seemingly forever. Spending it in solitude may be a good choice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Why am I here talking craps.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cross my bridge before I ever come to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. O level Science (physics / chemistry) paper, also the LAST paper for O levels (for me at least). I was going bonkers when I found out that I lost 2 marks in the 40 marks paper.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was. In a blink of an eye, I've completed ALL 22 papers for O levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Clarence Vile to meet her. Can't believe we compared answers all the way till we reached Redhill Station. Gosh! "The Coffin" is such a lousily written show (apparently, very little people understood the storyline even after the show ended). Squandered a lot of time in vivo city and plaza singapura. Well, at least I've got a new earpiece for my beloved phone! The route to Yishun after that was truely memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, it happened in the end. Well, not totally. Your melodious words sang in my ears and I love it just the way it was. Your shoulders as comfortable, and your hands as warm. You're the one I am able to seek comfort from. No doubt about that. Nevertheless, teasing you still brings me great joy in my darkest times (I'm so sorry but please don't kill me or I might gain the upper hand again!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thanks A LOT for today, sweetheart. =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*toldcha that you'll fall ill without me by your side. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3615888778250299422?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3615888778250299422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3615888778250299422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-o-levels.html' title='End of the O levels!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRmnxUsOMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/CGfGCkU0EE4/s72-c/Photo0160E+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6397598470171792805</id><published>2008-11-09T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:31:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRb6uP0NciI/AAAAAAAAASU/VhHCtah-1tk/s1600-h/Image%28098%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRb6uP0NciI/AAAAAAAAASU/VhHCtah-1tk/s400/Image%28098%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266672486682817058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's nothing I could say; there's nothing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone around me have against me?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever be understood? Can I ever be cared for?&lt;br /&gt;May silence not be my answer to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I quit acting with the rest?&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a space of my own?&lt;br /&gt;Just why can't they comprehend the complications within me?&lt;br /&gt;No, they can't.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A taming game I don't wanna be stuck in.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not being able to accept things that I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;But you need not reprimand me for my "stupidity".&lt;br /&gt;An answer would be given with simple rationalizations.&lt;br /&gt;You made thoughts of escape filled my head.&lt;br /&gt; - Just what's holding me back in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with me? What's with my life?!&lt;br /&gt;Is life meant to be a journey to hell - a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;If it is, then tell me why am I here in the very first place.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' this is never where I belong.&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/9046952648989406310-6397598470171792805?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6397598470171792805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6397598470171792805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/11/resented.html' title='Resented.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SRb6uP0NciI/AAAAAAAAASU/VhHCtah-1tk/s72-c/Image%28098%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2061930835765195440</id><published>2008-10-31T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:20:37.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SQrOZeerZfI/AAAAAAAAASM/7V-ETseUa84/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28140%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SQrOZeerZfI/AAAAAAAAASM/7V-ETseUa84/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28140%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263246051609634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's abnormal, but yeah. It's rare for me to have a dream so weird during this critical period of my life. Well, maybe not so crucial, but to the next two years of my life, it is, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Last night; weird dream. I dreamt that I was overly exhausted by the DnT exam that's on the morning of the coming Tuesday. Being made to draw those never-ending dumb diagrams of circuits, levers, and all the other craps like journal questions? After that long unbearable paper, I went to the library for a short break. 4 hours seems to be like a mere 5 minutes during the rest time. SHUCKS! I was late for music paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed over the Crescent and guess what, I can't find the exam venue! I, being as retarded as ever called my friends who already had their phones switched off. Panicky, I dashed to the hall. To my surprise, the examination have not even started when i entered. I looked at my watch. Gosh, it's some 1420! The exam should have long started! I found my seat, and calmed myself down. The hall was completely filled with non-crescent music students (like me). WOW! And yeah, they were chatting, shouting, throwing paper balls, flipping pens, walking around freely. Hello? It's a national exam! TIONG LIN WAS SEATED BEHIND ME FOR GOODNESS SAKE AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHY! I wondered if I've came for the wrong exam. Double checked my entry proof. No, I did not?! It's the November 4th, 1400 paper! Gosh. What's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait, the playback finally started. I was stunted by the simplicity of the paper. Darn! Shouldn't have wasted my time on music but SS that I've screwed (hope this isn't gonna be true). Okay, question 3d, last World music question. yada yada yada... HUH?! The playback stopped?! The CPE picked up the mic and started talking. I can't remember what. He came down the stage and sat down on the table, two seats in front of me. Why am I not shocked nor frightened? Oh well, why put your results at risk because of undue nervousness? "Your examiner is your friend and wishes to award you with the best grade as they ever could." Yes, the quote ringed in my head for seemingly, forever?! Oh, and guess what. He started giving us clues to the question. I knew I was cursing the whole of question 3 because instead of those common questions, what came out was quotations from some operas from around the World (okay, the translation). The question was all asking the same thing, "describe and explain what was meant by the extract." The marks given ranges from 2 - 12?! They have got to be kidding right! I've never seen anything like this before! Then I remembered the CPE saying something like "Look at this phrase, does it tell you that the main character was actually lying to his subordinates?! That would earn you the 5 marks if you've got that point. Write down if you haven't." I was, of course, stunted, yet delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long while into the examination, the room became stuffy. Thought their hall was air-conditioned? I checked with one of the invigilator. And he ran to the back stage after that before getting back to me. THEY FORGOT TO SWITCH ON THE AIR-CONDITION! Great. Haydn's question. The examiner lost the soundtrack for that question and wasted so much time looking for it. Man, thought they said that they would follow the time strictly huh. If I've not mistakened, they played the soundtrack only when the clock strikes 1600. Gosh, that's like... The best paper I've ever sat for?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the hall, thinking if every one's gonna be forfeited for this paper. What if we are? I can't sub my Combined Humans with Higher Music?! Gosh. Then I wouldn't be able to make it to JC? Then what the hell am I gonna do?! What've gotten into MOE?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally jumped out of bed this morning. It was 10am, and I have not replied Shi Chia's message. HAHA! Gosh. Hope that day won't turn out to be as bad. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to everyone too! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2061930835765195440?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2061930835765195440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2061930835765195440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/10/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SQrOZeerZfI/AAAAAAAAASM/7V-ETseUa84/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28140%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-240116339926966408</id><published>2008-10-21T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:01:57.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SP3t2SemXAI/AAAAAAAAASE/QeSJ3O-BM-k/s1600-h/Photo0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SP3t2SemXAI/AAAAAAAAASE/QeSJ3O-BM-k/s400/Photo0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259621456767507458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;English rocked! Chemistry rocked too! Everything was well done. And I will ace the rest! I will never allow my emotions to consume my appetite for good grades! All the Best! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game? All in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-240116339926966408?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/240116339926966408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/240116339926966408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled_21.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SP3t2SemXAI/AAAAAAAAASE/QeSJ3O-BM-k/s72-c/Photo0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6823466874570843838</id><published>2008-10-20T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:18:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPwEn1EYA-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kZbYxv6FXVY/s1600-h/Image%28051%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPwEn1EYA-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kZbYxv6FXVY/s400/Image%28051%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259083547168736226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the hell is wrong with 25th. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. A prisoner of my own emotions I may be. It's O level and I'm can't bring myself into giving a darn about it. Why is my heart still stuck to the previous 25th. For once, can I concentrate? It feels as if my heart was being ripped apart the more i tried to concentrate. There's nothing but emptiness in me. I CAN'T EVEN DO A SIMPLE DIFFERENTIATION OF EXPONENTIAL. I have never felt so helpless before; I have never felt so useless before. Calm down? Tell me how?! It's today for darn sake. The fate of the next few years lies with these papers. What am I to do? What can I possibly do?! If only I can delete history from my head like a computer hard disk. Oh, how i wish yeah? It's a psychological battle at my doorstep. AND I MUST WIN. Pick up the armour, close the books, calm my heart down, perk up, maintain optimism, and go for it. It'll all begin, today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6823466874570843838?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6823466874570843838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6823466874570843838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPwEn1EYA-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kZbYxv6FXVY/s72-c/Image%28051%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7965344608802825452</id><published>2008-10-12T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:16:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpunctuated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPHMNLm9S7I/AAAAAAAAARs/Fqr02DLk1vU/s1600-h/Image%28097%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPHMNLm9S7I/AAAAAAAAARs/Fqr02DLk1vU/s400/Image%28097%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256206766944635826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun"; 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 mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;A thousand miles – that’s what separated us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Memories of you flashed through my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;And your messages waken my sleeping phone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I hesitated as I tried to comprehend – your unpunctuated sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;You asked if my heart have changed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I lied to lessen your already unbearable burden.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Then you confessed to me that your heart had not wobbled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I have no idea what to tell you; my mind empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I opened the window, glanced at the full moon above.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Images of you appeared in my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s impossible for us to be together, when we’re a thousand miles apart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I don’t know what to do; I don’t know what to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Someone please guide me along this path.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’ve lost all feelings for you. I’ve nothing for you now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;But I can’t bring myself to break your heart with my words of rejection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Looking at your messages reflected on my phone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Your hopeful words; your trust towards a foreign stranger;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I read carefully as I comprehend – your unpunctuated sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Teach me how to let you go!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Because I can’t bear to see you cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;End it here if we may,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;And don’t allow misery to roam our hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-7965344608802825452?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7965344608802825452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7965344608802825452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/10/unpunctuated.html' title='unpunctuated.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SPHMNLm9S7I/AAAAAAAAARs/Fqr02DLk1vU/s72-c/Image%28097%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3992460779970628657</id><published>2008-09-15T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:00:57.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SM5l7wa6JdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hu81SwveEE/s1600-h/Photo0098+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SM5l7wa6JdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hu81SwveEE/s400/Photo0098+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246242693217658322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken bridge between heaven and hell I stood uncertain&lt;br /&gt;Fears gripped me tight when certain death stole my sight&lt;br /&gt;Equal temptations from either side held my strength less hand&lt;br /&gt;Cold sweat dripped down my forehead as the torture took a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell took me, welcomed me, and accepted me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction roamed my heart just when it started&lt;br /&gt;Till the day when I truly experienced what it's like&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I saw the others enjoying their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Internal peace was all that I want&lt;br /&gt;but a battle was starting, deep down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "House of God" I found myself one day&lt;br /&gt;Calmness was seen to be with me before everyone's arrival&lt;br /&gt;Then when everyone occupy their time with their own work&lt;br /&gt;I found a quiet spot amidst the busy workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their joy caused me sorrows; their laughters made me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the unexplainable feeling of forcing oneself to love when one doesn't feel like it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body found physical solemnity in this empty room&lt;br /&gt;But my soul was tired. Tired of the war of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell took me, welcomed me, and accepted me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction roamed my heart and i loved it so much&lt;br /&gt;Till the day when I truly experienced what it's like&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who's the "God" they are calling out to&lt;br /&gt;Internal peace was all that I want&lt;br /&gt;and I can't afford to give a darn to everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amusing why I walked out towards them&lt;br /&gt;let them see how pale I was when I was tired of them&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up!" my heart shouted and they said, "let's pray."&lt;br /&gt;I could see that their "God"'s seeking a prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's" soldiers of counsellors packed me with never-ending love&lt;br /&gt;I saw that it was all out of good will - all from "Him"&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell is all this for?!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't bring myself to even believe his existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; is this "God" that they claimed and worshipped?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; is the "Holy Spirit" that they insisted to be living in everyone's heart?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt; is the evidence that proves these supernatural being's existence?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; is all these dust, settling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang on a snapping thread on this broken bridge of life&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all this and I can't bring myself to believing.&lt;br /&gt;What's actually wrong with me! To not be able to face reality like a history text?!&lt;br /&gt;These are all hallucinations. These really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3992460779970628657?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3992460779970628657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3992460779970628657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/09/broken-bridge.html' title='Broken Bridge'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SM5l7wa6JdI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6hu81SwveEE/s72-c/Photo0098+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1024767000204936297</id><published>2008-09-02T21:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:05:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SL09NXu9xcI/AAAAAAAAANI/QW5ZxjCmUB8/s1600-h/Photo0092+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SL09NXu9xcI/AAAAAAAAANI/QW5ZxjCmUB8/s400/Photo0092+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241412841247720898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Symphony"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Brightman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sarahbrightman/symphony.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what I'm supposed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When now  suddenly you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you're not prepared to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if  you're now afraid to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I don't want to do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I  don't know which way that I should turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems the more we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more we  have to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I keep staring into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like it somehow has the  answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't let the music end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my  darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gone quiet around us  now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish you would hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that you never told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it's  better if you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're starting to lose all of the  light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we once burnt so brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me we might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throwing it  away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well you don't know what you've got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until it's gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then  nothing ever hurt like holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am scared and unprepared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel  like I am falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So can you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did we go  wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If everything is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's  better that we give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And remember how we once had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Something  beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly understood how a song expresses one's thoughts and feelings, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9046952648989406310-1024767000204936297?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1024767000204936297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1024767000204936297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/09/symphony.html' title='Symphony'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SL09NXu9xcI/AAAAAAAAANI/QW5ZxjCmUB8/s72-c/Photo0092+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5233898345703092766</id><published>2008-08-19T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:43:13.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FUN FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKpOf7V1UEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sF9sZzL70uY/s1600-h/Photo0056+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKpOf7V1UEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sF9sZzL70uY/s400/Photo0056+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236083827183800386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've experience this kind of peace!&lt;br /&gt;Finally a proper day off! How I'd wish this period of calmness can be prolonged!&lt;br /&gt;I know that I shouldn't be saying this, but I CAN'T WAIT FOR STUDY BREAKS!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to Tag-board:&lt;br /&gt;To...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jarell: HELLO!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei shan: My geog sucked, I'm hated in class. But I'm alright. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia: Hey! Perk up! If not we'll influence each other to frown in class...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jingying: HELLO!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheryl: Thanks! JIAYOU to you too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julia: Some times you'd need to be determined and practise self-control. You can study too! Don't look down on yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yvonne: Thanks Yvonne! You too in your studies okay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joleen: Okay! You've said it! December holidays! Can't wait! =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What else should I do? Sets me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Programme notes down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design and Technology, Artefact down (still malfunctioning).&lt;br /&gt;- This is starting to take my toll. Get it outta my life!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English essays down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ORAL WAS YESTERDAY!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Things I've left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All my homeworks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edit my programme notes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practise my pieces? (duh. Prelims are coming.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design and Technology, JOURNAL.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate it to the very core.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese practises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put my heart and soul into the subjects I'm trying to Love.&lt;br /&gt;- MATHEMATICS &amp;amp; SCIENCES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorize all the SS topics from both sec 3 and 4 books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read through Geog textbook, at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay okay. Shan't list anymore. This is enough to kill. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've slacked enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5233898345703092766?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5233898345703092766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5233898345703092766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-fun-fun.html' title='FUN FUN FUN'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKpOf7V1UEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/sF9sZzL70uY/s72-c/Photo0056+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8485785708898948744</id><published>2008-08-13T09:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:28:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't talk about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKJBoTt9zkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zvEGGyIcY9Y/s1600-h/Image%28153%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKJBoTt9zkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zvEGGyIcY9Y/s400/Image%28153%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233817877701578306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depressed, yet expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I scored much lower than before.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers of failures roamed the assembly grounds,&lt;br /&gt;I wept as I left the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;"High 5 man, I scored as low as you!"&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm of those people turned into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;For darn sake, I am NOT retaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew it all - It's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I just focus on other subjects?&lt;br /&gt;History is something, one will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I must ace all the rest of my remains.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me, "Just leave it. You'll fail."&lt;br /&gt;What kind of teachers, our school contains?&lt;br /&gt;Useless, not determined, and not knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;He failed in the past for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write an "A", on his desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother talking to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, if you don't want trouble.&lt;br /&gt;For I, am trying to swallow my sorrows down my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to continue with Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn school, for whoever I am,&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna give a darn.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone for I am not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Never yours, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Never yours to care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks Brenda for your support. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll consider retaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bear our "contracts" in mind!&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the coming Orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  -August 14th, 2306 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9046952648989406310-8485785708898948744?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8485785708898948744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8485785708898948744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-talk-to-me-about-it.html' title='Don&apos;t talk about it.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SKJBoTt9zkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zvEGGyIcY9Y/s72-c/Image%28153%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6452008161184542738</id><published>2008-08-08T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:02:09.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socializing Websites = Scams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJxNy1PuGaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q6hKROKZ1PQ/s1600-h/Hackers%27+Playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJxNy1PuGaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q6hKROKZ1PQ/s400/Hackers%27+Playground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232142402779486626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness...&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to surf for nice English MP3s and this yahoo website caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="clr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Online social networking sites are hacker playgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;cite class="auth"&gt;AFP - &lt;span&gt;Friday, August  8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="first"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAS VEGAS (AFP) - - Computer security researchers on Thursday warned that online social networking websites are playgrounds for hackers who can easily take advantage of people's trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opportunities for mischief abound as users place intimate details of their lives on profile pages and install mini-applications made by strangers that don't always have their privacy at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a trend pioneered with tremendous success by Facebook, social networking websites have opened their operating platforms to let outside developers craft fun, hip, or functional software "widgets" that can be added to profile pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malicious code can be hidden in such applications, computer security specialists Nathan Hamiel and Shawn Moyer said at a premier Black Hat conference in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can't necessarily attack Facebook or MySpace, but I can attack their users all day long," Moyer told AFP. "Don't put anything on a Facebook account that you don't consider public."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are prone to place faith in social networking widgets and links from friends, said Idea Information Security consultant Nathan Hamiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"People are going nuts adding applications they don't need," Hamiel told AFP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Every time they do that they are showing an implicit trust in whoever wrote the application, and most people don't know who that is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamiel and Moyer showed peers software capable of plundering profile information, swiping people's "friends," or locking people out of their own MySpace pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pair of MySpace engineers who attended the demonstration said that hacks are known risks in today's social platforms and that they had Hamiel's application deleted by the end of the talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fake postings on comment boards advising people to update software are ways to trick social network users into downloading malicious software that can commandeer control of machines, Hamiel said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Social networks really don't care if you get pawned or not," Hamiel said, using slang referring to a computer user being dominated and humiliated by hackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"People know if they go on a computer and download a program they could get a virus. They don't have the same view of how dangerous that can be on a social networking site."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hackers can write seemingly legitimate widgets that "go rogue" after spreading to enough social network members, according to Hamiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It is not a problem with a particular site," Hamiel said. "It is a problem with social networking in general."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if tainted applications are deleted, the odds are that the data from profile pages was already copied onto an outside computer, according to Hamiel and Moyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"MySpace and Facebook have no control over my servers," Hamiel said. "Once the content is moved from their site they have no control over that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those thinking that they will stay safe by not having social networking pages may still vulnerable to trouble, according to the security specialists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another ruse is to create social networking profiles for people using information mined from the Internet and then for the imposters to send out "friends requests."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those that take the bait give open doors to the private data in their profiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We think you should make a profile for yourself before somebody else does," Moyer said. "Just don't put anything there that you don't consider public. And trust, but verify when people want to be your friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Yahoo News Singapore. (http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080808/ttc-us-it-internet-crime-social-0de2eff.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked? Left speechless? Not knowing what to do next?&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon. I too, uses such websites. So let's take it's advice, and be more careful when you're online, surfing those socializing websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's 08/08/08, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Olympics Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy ASEAN DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy National Day's EVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6452008161184542738?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6452008161184542738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6452008161184542738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/08/socializing-websites-scams.html' title='Socializing Websites = Scams?'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJxNy1PuGaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q6hKROKZ1PQ/s72-c/Hackers%27+Playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-115506254958915996</id><published>2008-08-04T11:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:07:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJZz_4WfGxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k41tV50AbjY/s1600-h/DSC00155+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJZz_4WfGxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k41tV50AbjY/s400/DSC00155+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230495558533061394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the crowded city that we knew best,&lt;br /&gt;stood a silent living dead.&lt;br /&gt;He came to seek for a chance of revival,&lt;br /&gt;but he left without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowded street - He may be in.&lt;br /&gt;He sees no one, but that empty corridor.&lt;br /&gt;Noises of strangers, buzzed around his ears.&lt;br /&gt;He hears no one, but his hollow breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried his best to join in; indifference was what he'd got.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to break the barrier; He never succeed before.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance was what he longed for.&lt;br /&gt;But it's ignorance that he thought he has.&lt;br /&gt;For all that he once felt - have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation. An attractive route.&lt;br /&gt;The search for a person went on.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends' comforting hands fingered on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the love / care he's looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid himself down, closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;There's no meaning to life but a tedious wait.&lt;br /&gt;The selfless life, led by many.&lt;br /&gt;A torture. Seen in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped out of the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;He gave no comments.&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, he will say no word,&lt;br /&gt;as his dream of revival - vanished without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life alone - A life of his own.&lt;br /&gt;No friends; No acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;He awaits for the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you've read the whole post of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a break from school might calm myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-115506254958915996?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/115506254958915996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/115506254958915996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-dead.html' title='Living Dead.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJZz_4WfGxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/k41tV50AbjY/s72-c/DSC00155+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4692934922882905263</id><published>2008-07-31T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:31:36.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJHUSyOj74I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HY2JA9xxNvg/s1600-h/IMAGE_00053+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJHUSyOj74I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HY2JA9xxNvg/s400/IMAGE_00053+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229194061539438466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know I'm a little slow but I really just saw this quiz when I tagged at Joleen's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm so sorry Jo! I'll do it now okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. The person who last tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;★Joleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" &gt;★Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;★I've only met her once. But I'll try my best. Err.. She's nice, and kind-hearted with the heart to help. A gifted Counsellor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;★We Chatted over the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★"I hate you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★CANNOT be ! Way too impossible. -  Can I copy her previous answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★That will never happen between us. - Can I again, copy her answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★ Not talk to her perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★MY ATTITUDE problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;10. The most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★CHAT OVER THE PHONE! I'm dying of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★ Nice, self-less, and daring to share / open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★"eee. Why he so dao4 one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Me? I've no idea why I'm always stuck with girls, outside school. But they are sure a nicer group of people to spend time with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★You know what. Can I keep this to myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★ I want to be myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★I'm never worth anyone's love and care. I'm only something that wastes Earth's limited space and resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1) ★Calvin Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2) ★Raymond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3) ★Vickalyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4) ★Bao Sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5) ★Gek Hwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6) ★Yick Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7) ★Mun Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8) ★Neo Yi Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9) ★Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;10) ★Wei Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★I've no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female? ★Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;20. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★NO?! &lt;-That's the answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;22. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★How'd I know? Things essential to life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★A few months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;24. What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★It'd be cool if I knew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;25. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★I've absolutely no idea. I doubt so anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;26. Will you woo no.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Erm. No? Think she's attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;27. How about no.7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★THERE'S NO WAY I'M GONNA DO THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;28. Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Obviously not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;29. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;30. What 's the hobby of no.4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★I think it should be playing scrabble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;31. Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★They don't even knw each other:/ &lt;-That's the answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;32. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Some West Malaysia Selangor school? - I forgot it's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;33. Say something casually about no.1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★He's good in his academically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;34. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Of course not! He's a Well, GUY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;35. Where does no.9 live at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Along the NE line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;36. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★I've no idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;37. Are no.5 and 1 best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Friends maybe, schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;41. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★If she is, I'm blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;42. What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;★Should be mugging her brain juices out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, I guess this shows how anti-social I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't even know my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sighs. Those selected people do your quiz okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4692934922882905263?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4692934922882905263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4692934922882905263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/quizzo.html' title='Quizzo!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SJHUSyOj74I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HY2JA9xxNvg/s72-c/IMAGE_00053+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4959682190882974530</id><published>2008-07-30T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:34:11.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me how...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SI9U5DkyTNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3PP_7iKoZ5g/s1600-h/DSC00247+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SI9U5DkyTNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3PP_7iKoZ5g/s400/DSC00247+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228491031589309650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spiritual Life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.s. &lt;/span&gt;Social Life.&lt;br /&gt;Social Life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.s. &lt;/span&gt;Academic.&lt;br /&gt;Academic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.s. &lt;/span&gt;Self Determination.&lt;br /&gt;Self Determination &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.s.&lt;/span&gt; Health.&lt;br /&gt;Health &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.s.&lt;/span&gt; Performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A balanced life?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you don't score your Aces, who will?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about me, focus on your other subjects."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go and have lunch!"&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOUR ASSIGNMENTS!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that you're still holding onto a rank!"&lt;br /&gt;"She's your good friend, talk to her."&lt;br /&gt;"I've no time, go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-control! Hey, C'mon! You can do it! Stand up! Pick yourself up! Don't be distracted by those nonsense! Who cares about them! You lead your own life! Your life don't belongs to them! FOCUS, your heart and mind! Focus them on the things that you're trying to do, or you won't accomplish anything! Not say accomplish, starting is already a very big problem! Stop scrolling down the opened windows! Restrict yourself! Practise self-control! Humble yourself down and do what you're supposed to do! Ignore the outside World! Be anti-social! Isolate yourself from others! Don't think about expressions! Friends are obstructions! Objects are devil's tools! Close your eyes! See nothing but your work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore them! - WHO IS YOUR FRIEND?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't stare at those! - ARE THEY WORTH YOU LOOKING AT?!&lt;br /&gt;Stop whatever you're doing! - GET BACK TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;What's most important now? - REVISE FOR YOUR UPCOMING EXAMINATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just simply can't focus with my ever-flowing chain of thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9046952648989406310-4959682190882974530?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4959682190882974530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4959682190882974530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/teach-me-how.html' title='Teach me how...'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SI9U5DkyTNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3PP_7iKoZ5g/s72-c/DSC00247+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6262462583930725047</id><published>2008-07-26T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:36:54.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SIn40RqpcZI/AAAAAAAAALw/cst1J7Z58vs/s1600-h/Photo0030+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SIn40RqpcZI/AAAAAAAAALw/cst1J7Z58vs/s400/Photo0030+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226982419519336850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post's supposed to be referring to what happened on July 25th but due to some unexpected late returning of me, it's posted after midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days have been somewhat interesting, despite those lack-of-sleep experiences, dozing off in-between classes, frustrations brought by school work, and everything else. Today's a good example of such typical experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chanbara&lt;/span&gt; Class, PE lesson...&lt;br /&gt;Instructor, "You all better perform with efficiency and speed, complete the relay system by at most 4 minutes on the August the 29th if you don't want to bring undue stress upon yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;Zeus, "Pss! CX! What's undue! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang-mo&lt;/span&gt; class!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, (lost for words due to the sudden outburst of English question in a PE lesson.) "erm....."&lt;br /&gt;Zeus, "You don't know ah! Unnecessary larh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bo-doh!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Oh right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! How can Zeus, &lt;span&gt;a typical F9, English Band 5&lt;/span&gt; student, leave a Band 2 student speechless over some really really trivial matters?! It's rather obvious that he've been trying his best to upgrade by... Application methods? Well, at least he lived up to the Quest Secondary creed, "... to ask many many questions when necessary!" HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Tab. She's just, too good a pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for City hall! Mug at MacDonald's, with the study corner occupied. Urgh! I just hate that feeling of mugging in the open, alone. Squandered the rest of the time away, waiting impatiently for the piano recital by the Thai pianist. He's, really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate too much on the details. Going off for supper now! It's gonna be a long day tomorrow! Shenyang students are coming, again! What's more, their first destination in Singapore will be the school! WOW! How exciting! Gotta prepare for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6262462583930725047?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6262462583930725047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6262462583930725047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-few-days-have-been-somewhat.html' title='Interesting!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SIn40RqpcZI/AAAAAAAAALw/cst1J7Z58vs/s72-c/Photo0030+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-9078833053924132603</id><published>2008-07-21T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:30:49.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work hard? - Just for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SISFuyWzj1I/AAAAAAAAALg/_8i_R67IrVo/s1600-h/Image%28152%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SISFuyWzj1I/AAAAAAAAALg/_8i_R67IrVo/s400/Image%28152%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225448506494521170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;人间的变化；人性的改变；时代的变迁;历史的悲剧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days are being counted down, they see no fear. Just what have the ancient urge of urgency went to? Celebrations after celebrations, I watched as the time ticked away. When will they come to realise, the limitations in Life, given this ever-changing World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The World knows no peace, and rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes. What have actually happened to the society we all live in? We're living in hell because of globalization?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through thus much - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The break's over and school begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mourning Monday blues loomed just everyone's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again, it's Racial Harmony Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A nap in the stuffy hall would take place once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonder of all wonders in school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the speaker sings, "Quando, quando, quando!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was this a true Racial Harmony Celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm... This really makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numbness, lessons, and delayed recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh allow me some time alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run! Faster, faster, FASTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all late for class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clock strikes eleven-fifteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap, I've not done my math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, when's the teacher coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cheerings begin to sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then again, the crap begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in the midst of all these stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man! Where's the will to study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the exam's just - There!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eleven minus seven equal four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It may be just four months to freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's five months of intense torture ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps a relief from those Monday Blues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps it's laziness that's taking a toll?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's not be bothered about those around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and continue working hard - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-9078833053924132603?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9078833053924132603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9078833053924132603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-hard-just-for-now.html' title='Work hard? - Just for now.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SISFuyWzj1I/AAAAAAAAALg/_8i_R67IrVo/s72-c/Image%28152%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-5069899188202737267</id><published>2008-07-17T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:20:32.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的祷告</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SH8f3sLTsQI/AAAAAAAAALY/pzhyKzr4h24/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28110%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223929134384918786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SH8f3sLTsQI/AAAAAAAAALY/pzhyKzr4h24/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28110%29+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;生命的道路 我步行中&lt;br /&gt;生活的曲子 我耳边飘泊&lt;br /&gt;路旁的景象 我完全不明白&lt;br /&gt;我幼小的心灵 何时才能领会那生命的意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在床上 转了几下&lt;br /&gt;生命的悲剧 在我面前浮现&lt;br /&gt;听着他人不停的宣告：“神爱世人！”&lt;br /&gt;那你又如何解释 — 眼前的一切？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要爱 爱着周围的人&lt;br /&gt;尽心的；尽意的，让他走上真理路&lt;br /&gt;我要欢喜 我要歌唱&lt;br /&gt;把主的爱 带到他人心中！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我无法向前；无法踏出&lt;br /&gt;这那么第一步&lt;br /&gt;我看见他人，狠狠的鞭打&lt;br /&gt;那造他们的上主！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着世间失去了人情；看见人间失去了自尊&lt;br /&gt;从前的爱 — 在哪里？&lt;br /&gt;看着罪恶在世上的权力&lt;br /&gt;我呼喊：“上帝，在哪里？！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这世上的一切，我还是不明白&lt;br /&gt;— 神为何这样行。&lt;br /&gt;我空虚的心灵 仍然 在黑暗里争扎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们常说 — 我们要爱 爱着周围的人&lt;br /&gt;尽心的；尽意的，让他走上真理路。&lt;br /&gt;我要欢喜 我要歌唱&lt;br /&gt;把主的爱 带到他人心中！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;种种见证，摆在我面前&lt;br /&gt;听到之时 把它当笑话。&lt;br /&gt;圣经的教导 我听过了一些，&lt;br /&gt;我抬头问上主：“那我如何？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心在空虚里争扎&lt;br /&gt;我的灵不肯相信。&lt;br /&gt;心里想：“生命的意义，何处找？”&lt;br /&gt;就听到：“祷告，因为我渺小。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虚空的生命 — 不好过&lt;br /&gt;孤独的人生 — 怎么走&lt;br /&gt;我要个伴 — 她却离弃我&lt;br /&gt;世上还有谁 — 能爱与照管我？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会友的生命 — 无忧也无虑&lt;br /&gt;他们的爱心 他们的关怀&lt;br /&gt;处处感动我&lt;br /&gt;我坚定心志，说：“我要过着他们的生命！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要学爱 学爱那破碎的心灵&lt;br /&gt;尽心的；尽意的，让他走上真理路。&lt;br /&gt;我要填补 我要关怀&lt;br /&gt;把主爱带到他人的心中！&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-5069899188202737267?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5069899188202737267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/5069899188202737267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='我的祷告'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SH8f3sLTsQI/AAAAAAAAALY/pzhyKzr4h24/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%28110%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2530515213529841602</id><published>2008-07-14T19:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:59:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need - TIME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHs7bHsaNmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4p4udhA58CQ/s1600-h/Photo0022-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHs7bHsaNmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4p4udhA58CQ/s400/Photo0022-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222833529974044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;English, Chinese, Mathematics and Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;These are the basics, of human life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;So where are, those arts and humanities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Why did you ask?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They are chunk right behind me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh why did you, just leave them aside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They are part of your JC criterias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't you want to pursue your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Why hesistate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Start working on them tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Coursework, setwork, and never-ending journal writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They are expensive and very time consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Theory, practical and constant scoldings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-How am I to carry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Drop the subject if you need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lessons, remedials, tutorials, and workshops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Swallowing sweets faster than flowing water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tutions, practices, CIP and investiture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh my gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've just missed 4 periods of lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Staggering workloads, covered my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Catching my breath, as I continued running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I need a place, a place for my mug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Oh darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I spilled my coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sleepless nights, spent alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Among with practise papers, as my fateful partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Then come daybreak, I can't walk straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Look, I'd better be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;For O's Listening Compre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh Semibreves, with a tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;On the vocal, melody line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just when will this piece ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Teachers all say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"3 more months! Work doubly hard okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Semibreves, with a tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Can I insert a rest inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A breath is all I need to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-"I'm so sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"So why can't you put in your best, for this last, -lap?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Run run run! Yes I'll run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Complete this lap, with all I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"But don't run too fast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Whooops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This last leap, brought me over the hedge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm not so dumb! I know my limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mistakes are inevitable, but please don't make many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Look at the brighter side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-And say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Oh look! O's almost over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thank God, it is not 639.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I guess that piece, goes on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tell me if education's meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Gasps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A torture for all 21st century students?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now it's school, along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps also with a tie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Can't I just manipulate the rule,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and breathe in some fresh air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- "I'm so sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"But you no longer have the time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2530515213529841602?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2530515213529841602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2530515213529841602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-to-breathe-i-need-more-time.html' title='I Need - TIME.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHs7bHsaNmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4p4udhA58CQ/s72-c/Photo0022-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-157652631630859160</id><published>2008-07-11T23:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:12:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHeBtyvnwrI/AAAAAAAAALI/qjIRgFqdgxc/s1600-h/Photo0009+edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHeBtyvnwrI/AAAAAAAAALI/qjIRgFqdgxc/s400/Photo0009+edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221784916674986674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Jayne jiejie for accompanying me through this special day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful day with an unfortunate beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed with the school unknowingly. Perhaps because of the bus that seemingly took a day to come, causing me to be late, or something else, on this special day itself? I see this poem gaining a stand in my handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind those pairs of eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their eyes filled with arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;With time standing ridiculously still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;These tears parallel to their eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hoping a bent in those rigid rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They pronounces "time" as "thumb",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Foyer" as "For-yay".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just what are we in their eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Those self-centered, arrogant eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Their head's filled with undeniable knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;They have got their certificates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just why won't they understand the basics of humanities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought as I stared firmly into those eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Every action has it's consequences..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-They said, rolling, their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps they understood their mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Since Mutual Respect's removed from their core values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The ministry - we may always blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Never knowing who's the main culprit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;But deep in our hearts, we hide from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A secret hidden behind these teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, life went on. An ordinary day was what I wished it was, with extraordinary results. Almost everyone I knew left for Ngee Ann for this course that I found useless, leaving only Jiuying in the class, studying with me. It's not too bad though, I've really got to thank her for being there actually! I can't imagine how's everything going to be without anyone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so selfless upon leaving Crescent. I, being a non-literature student, actually helped in the setting up for the literature festival that will take place tomorrow! Amazing. It'd be better if Vivien didn't shout my name and a "Happy Birthday" in that crowded bus stop that made so many wandered who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Parkway! I got onto the wrong bus. Thankfully the bus went to somewhere I knew, else I won't be able to meet Jayne on time. Dinner was great! VJC Piano Ensemble Recital was better! Frankly, it was much better than last year's recital. Met Ningrong, as bold as ever. Well, I can't be bothered to follow her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm currently feeling really sorry for Jayne. She've been working all day, taken a few hours off her busy schedule just for me. Now, she's back to work without rest. Hope that she'll rest early and be recharged for the activities in store tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but Thanks again Jayne!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, don't tell me not to be sorry okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brenda, you've disappointed me. =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9046952648989406310-157652631630859160?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/157652631630859160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/157652631630859160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHeBtyvnwrI/AAAAAAAAALI/qjIRgFqdgxc/s72-c/Photo0009+edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3047901878180661156</id><published>2008-07-09T20:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:37:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Speechless..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHStdV98EHI/AAAAAAAAALA/stWFISydzqA/s1600-h/Tell+me+how....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHStdV98EHI/AAAAAAAAALA/stWFISydzqA/s400/Tell+me+how....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220988587653992562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I need to talk to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Okay. Make it quick, I'm tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't accompany Brenda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - WHAT?! Whatever. I've not actually started practising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need you to change your mentality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Whatever. Just jump to the conclusion will you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to stick to your Waltz no matter how hard it may be."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Come on. Music is about likings NOT TIMINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you call up Tabitha. She've a whole list of nice pieces."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not as pro. I need TIME to practise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's a fast learner, so you don't have to worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - WHAT ABOUT MYSELF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're being accessed, not her. Make up your mind. Tabitha don't have to. Actually, she never does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Yes, I don't have to know. What's your point?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to hear from you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - WHAT?! I NEED TIME TO THINK AND GO THROUGH THE SCORES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So make sure you e-mail us A.S.A.P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Whatever. I'll try my best to then. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3047901878180661156?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3047901878180661156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3047901878180661156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/speechless.html' title='&quot;Speechless...&quot;'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SHStdV98EHI/AAAAAAAAALA/stWFISydzqA/s72-c/Tell+me+how....jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4827677740127844586</id><published>2008-07-02T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:57:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGukDu-oZdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rI3v0OKjqc4/s1600-h/IMAGE_00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGukDu-oZdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rI3v0OKjqc4/s400/IMAGE_00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218444977296139730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE My English Teacher!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's seriously a pity that such a nice poster like the one above isn't found in Quest. Look, the band 2 &amp;amp; 5 teacher's such a good teacher! Although she can be crazy at times, but she's able to control her emotions very well! Given my knowledge about her, I can't really judge her about her teaching skills but I seriously thinks that she's a good teacher. As what that's written on the poster, "I LOVE MY ENGLISH TEACHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I last posted. Well, not too long ago though - just last Friday. Many things happened this week... But I'd just want to stress on a point - this week is filled with NO-FUN-AT-ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tools along with the materials.&lt;br /&gt;The machine, and its switches.&lt;br /&gt;Lined up in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words started running in my head,&lt;br /&gt;saying, "Gasps, I'm so dead."&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted by some really disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;"Oi!! Do your work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, Design &amp;amp; Technologies lessons begun the scheduled 20 hours of utter tedium in the stuffy workshop one. Faced with the not-so-new machines after one year of separation seems really weird. Friends aren't the same as they used to be! Now, time doesn't allow me to get used to them again. What am I going to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was seriously boring. Not the same as it used to be! Ms L happened to be extremely kind and thoughtful today, although there's still so many who feared her. Maybe she've found a boyfriend (I feel so evil)? Or perhaps, she's just in a good mood. Oh well. Sorry for the longwinded paragraph above. Just one point for music - Local poems isn't good for composing...&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/9046952648989406310-4827677740127844586?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4827677740127844586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4827677740127844586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/07/recently.html' title='Recently.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGukDu-oZdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rI3v0OKjqc4/s72-c/IMAGE_00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4479382491210409867</id><published>2008-06-27T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:30:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaves of a Taming Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGR8LRRNqkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JstHGRjEBEk/s1600-h/Image%28083%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGR8LRRNqkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JstHGRjEBEk/s400/Image%28083%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216430801457883714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;0 and 3 are actually nice numbers.&lt;br /&gt;But not when they're placed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are the supposing new batch of free birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those with ambitions that'd enable them to soar up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just why must they manipulate their rulable lifes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving their life-long dream on unworthy hands, condemned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melvin," D'you know that you're selected to go for the npc after your Os?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Me?! Can't be. Since when'll I go?! Who said that?"&lt;br /&gt;Melvin, "Don't you know? It's all instructed by Mr Lim."&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/9046952648989406310-4479382491210409867?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4479382491210409867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4479382491210409867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/slaves-of-taming-game.html' title='Slaves of a Taming Game.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGR8LRRNqkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JstHGRjEBEk/s72-c/Image%28083%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7262406961809442205</id><published>2008-06-26T04:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:31:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Hour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGKouYgcyBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QllOWVYsAzc/s1600-h/Image%28117%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGKouYgcyBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QllOWVYsAzc/s400/Image%28117%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215916833254459410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's currently 4:28 in the morning, and I'm still at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;I've absolute no idea why am I staying up so late,&lt;br /&gt;every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Homework streaming in faster than one can cope.&lt;br /&gt;Not including something called tuition,&lt;br /&gt;that worsens them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time table hastily packed by the school committee.&lt;br /&gt;Ruined students' learning stamina.&lt;br /&gt;And when one found exam's nearing.&lt;br /&gt;People will start rejecting important lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my working pace throughout the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt I can accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;Soon pressure were asserted slowly onto you.&lt;br /&gt;Time will then not be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A 25th HOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9046952648989406310-7262406961809442205?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7262406961809442205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7262406961809442205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/25th-hour.html' title='25th Hour.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SGKouYgcyBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QllOWVYsAzc/s72-c/Image%28117%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8763396025130863250</id><published>2008-06-21T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:56:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFzWIS_YdTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Hpq1tc64lcI/s1600-h/IMAGE_00049+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFzWIS_YdTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Hpq1tc64lcI/s400/IMAGE_00049+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214277906613171506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The applause faded, silence entered.&lt;br /&gt;Emotion stirred, lost in his own World.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes focused, he was on his own&lt;br /&gt;Tension aroused, he knows not what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first words said; the first note played.&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning and the end.&lt;br /&gt;Continue, or it'd be a squander.&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories flashed before him.&lt;br /&gt;He was engulfed in his own work.&lt;br /&gt;A dream that he'd never want to wake up from,&lt;br /&gt;Left him blank and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions filled his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, faster than a lightning strike.&lt;br /&gt;There doesn't seemed to be an answer for them,&lt;br /&gt;As he was left stranded, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden fumble was heard from the front.&lt;br /&gt;A sign of distress could be seen on his face.&lt;br /&gt;Only then he heard another voice from afar,&lt;br /&gt;"Move on confidently and all will be over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last note played; The crowd took over.&lt;br /&gt;Applause filled the hall, a mark of completion.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing ended in a split of a second.&lt;br /&gt;He was left, lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and faced the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;His steps, heavy.&lt;br /&gt;His head's spinning; His hand's tired.&lt;br /&gt;He bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sound was heard for the next few moments.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of what happened ran through him.&lt;br /&gt;He recalls nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Except the dream-like vision that flashed before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found respite amidst the cheering.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet as it seemed, he closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A whole new World of memories laid in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;He took on the path and walked towards the misty surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;He found himself brought back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd continued to cheer; The music continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, he was lost in reality, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The piano recital ended quite smoothly last night.&lt;br /&gt;It all started in Esplanade on March 28th, 2007 when our teacher suddenly announced that a piano recital should be held somewhere, sometime. And so it really happened. It was, in overall, quite a success despite the occasional hiccups of the performers (the class). Loneliness and resentments were inevitable, but all in all, I'd like to experience it all again (I must have gone insane last night)!&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/9046952648989406310-8763396025130863250?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8763396025130863250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8763396025130863250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-alone.html' title='you&apos;re alone.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFzWIS_YdTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Hpq1tc64lcI/s72-c/IMAGE_00049+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8528674291273543481</id><published>2008-06-19T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:57:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFpJf1elumI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nl_nOWTswF0/s1600-h/4+in+the+morning%21%21+061908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFpJf1elumI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nl_nOWTswF0/s400/4+in+the+morning%21%21+061908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213560329914923618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on Enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to those markings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;June 19th, 2008!! A memorable day indeed!! Stayed up all night to finish my music composition for the November 2007 paper as practise. How dumb I was! I even set aside the sostenuto pedal (the piano's middle pedal), thinking that I can practise my "O" level solo practical minor piece without disturbing others! I even thought that given my many years of learning the piano, the extreme dynamics of the piece could be easily overcome by playing the piece softly altogether. Come to think about it, I'd say that my actions then was just simply, amusing. Just so, unexpected!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The feeling of loneliness came. It isn't a stranger to me after all! Almost when I've decided to spend the night alone, somebody logged on to msn. (Notice the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 3.6pt 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-size:100%;" lang="ZH-CN" &gt;晨星&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to true north. says (2:52 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hahaa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i thought u've slept.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;anyway, hello and good morning &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (2:52 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hahaha &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (2:52 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hello (: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (2:53 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;gooodmorning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here goes, I began chatting with the kindhearted Vivien who just can't seemed to sleep. The progress on my composition was slow, but the thought of my unproductivity never came to me as she continued to fill my lonesome night with amusement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time passes pretty quickly when one's actually enjoying oneself. I've totally no idea why I'd come out with the idea of listening to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4 in the Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Gwen Stefani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when the clock strikes 4, but I'd just suggested it. And so we did. Though we didn't manage to play it exactly at 4, we'd managed to play it between 4 and 5 am in the morning! That's also within the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4:something am&lt;/span&gt; range. Though it's kind of weird to celebrate such an event, but it's quite fun when you've totally no idea what to do at this hour. If you wants to know what's on the picture, but are too lazy to enlarge it, here's the part of the conversation that was reflected in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (4:00 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HAPPY 4 O CLOCK IN THE MORNING! ;D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (4:00 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kay random&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;{: V. says (4:00 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hahahaa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;晨星&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;°to true north. says (4:00 AM):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;HAPPY 4 O CLOCK IN THE MORNING TO YOU TOO!! =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 4 o'clock in the morning!! Sometimes, weird inspirations may come by when boredom sets into part of one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lesson's was boring. As usual, the main character was late for class. If you were to ask me, who else can it most probably be? Right, so the lesson ended one and a half hours earlier than the expected 12. This left me with just too much time to waste before meeting my parents for some shopping trip. So I had this very nice time jamming with Tab. She's just too good with her transposition and her listening that I can't catch what she's playing! Well, she'd still have to work on her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Turkish March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" and I need more revision on it too till the day whereby I can play it with her like how I played it with Nelson last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was unfortunately tagged by Jee Wang to do some really retarded quiz. I'd hope it'd not take much time... I'VE TO PRACTISE FOR THE RECITAL TOMORROW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm still going to do this first for fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre id="line236"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;THE QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs&lt;br /&gt;and replace any question that they dislike with a new question&lt;br /&gt;formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse&lt;br /&gt;or they will get bad grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people must state who they're tagged by and cannot tag the person&lt;br /&gt;whom they were tagged by. Continue this game and send it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged unfortunately by: Tan Jee Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Can I not answer? I'd be emotional of course.&lt;br /&gt;-If you could have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I want to lead a carefree life with someone I'd Love!&lt;br /&gt;-What would your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;As grand as possible, in a cathedral with thousands watching!&lt;br /&gt;-Are you confused about what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know though I know very well that I'm not the one in control!&lt;br /&gt;-What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful; Optimistic; Cheerful; Simple; Easy-going.&lt;br /&gt;-Is it more blessed to love or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;Must you ask this?? It'd be everyone's dream to be loved!&lt;br /&gt;-How long would you wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;As long as time would allow.&lt;br /&gt;-If your secret crush is attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing about it. Give it up (though I never does).&lt;br /&gt;-Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's something SO PERSONAL! Yeah there is.&lt;br /&gt;-Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;-How do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;I'd want to be a music geographer, helping out in evangelistic work elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;-Who are the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;My Family; My Close Friends (you know who you're!)&lt;br /&gt;-What kind of person is the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD, TALL, STRONG, BORING, nicknamed: King of Chickens.&lt;br /&gt;-Would you rather be a single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;It's the QUALITY OF LIFE THAT COUNTS!! You'd know my answer.&lt;br /&gt;-What's the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Stone on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Defy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; please.&lt;br /&gt;-If you wanted to do two things at once, how do you decide what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Just do both.&lt;br /&gt;-What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Easy-going. CUTE!! Open. Most importantly, OPTIMISTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;-Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;Relative pets in my house counted?&lt;br /&gt;-What will you do if you were to spend the rest of your life alone?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! I think I'd just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN UP PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;You're tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;-Jarell,&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin,&lt;br /&gt;-Charmaine,&lt;br /&gt;-Cheryl,&lt;br /&gt;-Joel,&lt;br /&gt;-Joleen,&lt;br /&gt;-Laiweng,&lt;br /&gt;-Yickting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's about it. Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And whoever's reading this, are invitied to the Crescent O level music class's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;piano recital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please leave after the 3rd person and come back before the 5th person starts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;because the 4th slot can be treated as an interval!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. I've done my part here. PIANO TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-8528674291273543481?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8528674291273543481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8528674291273543481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the Morning!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFpJf1elumI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nl_nOWTswF0/s72-c/4+in+the+morning%21%21+061908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-153071170344328013</id><published>2008-06-13T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:21:11.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOGRAPHY FIELD TRIP '08!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFJ1KpMv8xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JDT3OQq7w94/s1600-h/DSC00219+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFJ1KpMv8xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JDT3OQq7w94/s400/DSC00219+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211356544539554578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a blink of an eye, our memories of the trip flashed past. Many asked, "Why does this ended so early?". And ended with no definite answer in reply. Was it a memorable trip? It definitely was! Resentments, frustrations, and irritations were unavoidable, but the overall performance of everyone was truly unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lonesome source of light in our darkened rooms dimmed, thoughts of regrets took over my senses. Just wondering if I'm a jinx, the hex of this field trip. Everything seems to not go on smoothly with my presence. Whatever it might be, the field trip's over and I'd too place everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one was perhaps the most unforgettable day of this trip. I waited till morning and found out that my mother didn't knew about my expired passport. Fortunately, my dad took up the challenge of bringing me all the way to catch up with the group after having my passport extended. Although it's my 3rd time visiting an Orang Asli's tribe, the Orang Asli's still a tribe that never fails to amaze me with their hunting skills! From weapons to animal traps. From health care to survival. It's an insight for an urban student like me. An eyeopener i should say, to know that there's actually so much to learn in nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFJ6I9OjPXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s2NmMjUR6M4/s1600-h/DSC00026+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFJ6I9OjPXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s2NmMjUR6M4/s400/DSC00026+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362013114219890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orang Asli's method of Rice cooking using bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day two, a day filled with total excitement and fun! Cottage industry visits was actually the first visit that was guided using Chinese! Really, unexpected. It's always cool to enjoy the passing wind as you speed in a vehicle, but this ride of life can never be replaced by any speeding experience one might have in the City. Speeding at nearly 90km/h on uneven roads in a hilly region... By describing the region, one might actually be mesmerized by the thrill we had! However, the fun isn't as simple as that! We were actually standing on the seats of a pickup-look-alike 4 wheel drive vehicle without any shelter above our heads and definitely no windscreen shielding us from the incoming branches up ahead! Imagine the thrill in stored for us!&lt;br /&gt;Cave exploration? The thought of it sends shivers down your spine with an image of an incredibly dangerous expedition that are normally done by only daredevils. Just what tempted me to enter that pitch dark cave with the rest of the daredevils in my school? The cave was pitch dark, dry, dusty, muddy at some point, badly vandalised, with countless bats staying in it. Unpleasant everyone'd say. And I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKCplIwh_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PyqGQKQYanU/s1600-h/DSC00184+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKCplIwh_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PyqGQKQYanU/s400/DSC00184+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211371369676179442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The butterfly shaped exit of the Cave; The 4 of us on the 4-wheel-drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day three left us with perhaps the most unpleasant memories when everything was rushing. No proper meals were ate and no proper visitation done. Despite these obstacles in our way, we'd still managed to have a proper forest trek in FRIM! With an amusing instructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKD_NR81AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DJphZeN2Aus/s1600-h/DSC00239+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKD_NR81AI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DJphZeN2Aus/s400/DSC00239+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211372840741032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was planted by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After so much fun, we'd not forgetting the last hotel we'd stay in and it's state, Selangor. The petronas towers stands tall against the sunlight, but we'd never have a chance to enter it. Just a glimpse of it from afar isn't as satisfying sometimes. Although somewhere deep within our dampened spirit, a thorn was forming, but it was soon removed by the thought of the checking in to the next hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKHCURNRsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XpJBgykJQAs/s1600-h/Petronas+Towers%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKHCURNRsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XpJBgykJQAs/s400/Petronas+Towers%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211376192691455682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Petronas Towers and us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hotel was amazing! 5-stars, some might say, but at the end of the day, it's still an average hotel if you were to ask me. Blame it on the power trip when I was bathing and the time taken for them to send a repairman to check on the problem. As amazing as it may seemed, we'd still had loads of fun in it despite the frequent checks of the teachers and the feeling of being wronged by the hotel staffs. It's just shocking when a group of hotel occupant, occupying the room beside Jee Wang's room started singing "Happy Birthday to You" and people from my school started kicking their door. It's a mistake for all I know. The person who sang that Birthday song just sounded like PZ. Maybe that lured the rest of the 4A and B guys into banging on their door and wronged us while having supper. Oh yes! I'm only treating pizza for this once okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKMqs2JEVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3ZjnY05Uncw/s1600-h/BW+Hotel%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKMqs2JEVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3ZjnY05Uncw/s400/BW+Hotel%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211382384041726290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day!! That's also, today!! Time flies, leaving with every moment of our lives out of reach from our future. I've just this everlasting urge to go back and complete those activities that I've done in the past few days! How I wish a time-machine's invented. Organic farm was quite okay although the food provided actually spoilt my appetite. for everything. This however, didn't dampen my spirit to harvesting those appetizing Kang Kongs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKOCHmC7xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YwOPSiT25Dc/s1600-h/DSC00352+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFKOCHmC7xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YwOPSiT25Dc/s400/DSC00352+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211383885870591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just too much Kang Kongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time isn't with us as we depart from the farmhouse back to Singapore. Footsteps' left behind isn't reclaimable. Ahead of us lies only a few weeks of tedium, adventure, fun, stress, hard work and resilience to "O" levels. How are we going to fare, depends on our mental stamina now. Ad mist all these stress and work, we must nevertheless not forget what we've learnt during the trip and perhaps, use it if necessary for the "O"s geography paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I can see why today's unlucky. Thanks Brenda for your reminder! It's Friday the 13th!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-153071170344328013?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/153071170344328013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/153071170344328013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/geography-field-trip-08.html' title='GEOGRAPHY FIELD TRIP &apos;08!!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SFJ1KpMv8xI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JDT3OQq7w94/s72-c/DSC00219+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6729954858661602586</id><published>2008-06-09T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:02:20.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Server's Insight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SE0SdArhLEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/A1XAS8RUdkA/s1600-h/Team+A+Jamming+Session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SE0SdArhLEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/A1XAS8RUdkA/s400/Team+A+Jamming+Session.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209840633545567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serving in church can be of great fun! The last T. A jamming session, held last Saturday, June &lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was unfortunately a pretty unproductive one. Well, can't blame the tremendous stress it's band members are facing in their own schools and workplaces... Despite all the lack of enthusiasm in the team's members, we'd still performed well and manage to get one song presentable! Hey! That's an ACCOMPLISHMENT!&lt;br /&gt;Service was, amusing. I can't really help but grin to myself like a retarded audience. My sore throat's a good thing after all! It prevented me from bursting into laughter in the middle of the sermon but allowed some space to just shake my head in disapproval to some of the things he's saying.&lt;br /&gt;A last minute duty at the offertory sector was most unexpected. I was quite shocked when the head of the youth server's committee also helped in the absence of more than 2 members. This chance brought me a new insight to how people can actually treat the money that they actually want to give as offerings! How disrespectful... Anyway, I had a hard time unfolding it given the small size of that $2 note.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the departure date for the Geography trip to KL! How exciting! Will update again after the trip! Oh, I've not started packing. Whoops! *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SE0YQkvCNNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pzupWZvq6ms/s1600-h/Image%28142%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SE0YQkvCNNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pzupWZvq6ms/s400/Image%28142%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209847016955458770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I just hated paper cranes.&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/9046952648989406310-6729954858661602586?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6729954858661602586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6729954858661602586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/servers-insight.html' title='Server&apos;s Insight!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SE0SdArhLEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/A1XAS8RUdkA/s72-c/Team+A+Jamming+Session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4548072086109384648</id><published>2008-06-06T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:25:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting through the Hollow Throat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEjqL9kDf8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jLicJoO75e0/s1600-h/Image%28125%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEjqL9kDf8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jLicJoO75e0/s400/Image%28125%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208670460279226306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June the 6th marks the end of the scheduled holiday's lessons. A joyous day waiting to unfold it's pleasant scent of wonders it may seemed; When the Sun rise to a new beginning of another day in the tropical city; When the birds chips with songs of joy in their carefree way of life; When the trees sway to the never ending wind from the cool blue ocean; When most students celebrates the end of their 2 extended weeks of lesson in the June holidays; When a darkened truth in me changed my thoughts about my vocal health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was young. I swallowed my very first pills down my ever-dry throat and hurried off to school without saying a word. Everything seemed fine till I attempt to answer my table partner’s question. Words were stuck within me with gasps of air flowing through my hollow throat. I tried hard but it seemed to worsen every time I opened my mouth. I never knew this day would come to me. Medication filled my daily timetable. Oh you ever-confident &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;! What have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; done wrong? Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; forced to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt; give up on all those things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have always liked to do... Isn't this what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you deserve&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE LOST MY VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4548072086109384648?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4548072086109384648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4548072086109384648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/shouting-through-hollow-throat.html' title='Shouting through the Hollow Throat.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEjqL9kDf8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jLicJoO75e0/s72-c/Image%28125%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1178071253446133309</id><published>2008-06-05T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:06:49.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>分手后的夜</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEf6AhpUBLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a7wzmbQ_MHs/s1600-h/Image%28078%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEf6AhpUBLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a7wzmbQ_MHs/s400/Image%28078%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208406381015860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;话    都没说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就看到你泪光闪烁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我    只好走&lt;br /&gt;怕你看到我更难过&lt;br /&gt;路好长    心好累&lt;br /&gt;分手的勇敢越走越远&lt;br /&gt;爱空白    白的夜&lt;br /&gt;想要逃     逃不掉&lt;br /&gt;还是担心着你好不好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;泪都流干了    整夜不能睡&lt;br /&gt;没有晚安的时间 一个人面对&lt;br /&gt;谁默默的退到不快乐&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;你的泪让我     放不下一切&lt;br /&gt;你可想过我伤悲    是否能面对&lt;br /&gt;我让爱断了线    我没有后悔&lt;br /&gt;空白的夜梦才能相连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路好长    心好累&lt;br /&gt;分手的勇敢越走越远&lt;br /&gt;爱空白    白的夜&lt;br /&gt;想要逃     逃不掉&lt;br /&gt;还是担心着你好不好&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;泪都流干了    整夜不能睡&lt;br /&gt;没有晚安的时间    一个人面对&lt;br /&gt;谁默默的退到不快乐&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;你的泪让我    放不下一切&lt;br /&gt;你可想过我伤悲    是否能面对&lt;br /&gt;我让爱断了线    我没有后悔&lt;br /&gt;空白的夜梦才能相连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;泪都流干了    整夜不能睡&lt;br /&gt;没有晚安的时间     一个人面对&lt;br /&gt;谁默默的退到不快乐&lt;br /&gt;分手后的夜&lt;br /&gt;你的泪让我    放不下一切&lt;br /&gt;你可想过我伤悲    是否能面对&lt;br /&gt;我让爱断了线    我没有后悔&lt;br /&gt;空白的夜梦才能相连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌曲：&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;分手后的夜&lt;/span&gt;    作曲：&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;陈好&lt;/span&gt;    歌词：&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;陈好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyrics Source: http://mp3.baidu.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1178071253446133309?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1178071253446133309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1178071253446133309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='分手后的夜'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEf6AhpUBLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a7wzmbQ_MHs/s72-c/Image%28078%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6825483642961353504</id><published>2008-05-31T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:17:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEEtIhpUBJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_n100PvnD2Y/s1600-h/Image%28104%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEEtIhpUBJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_n100PvnD2Y/s400/Image%28104%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206492268710855826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holidays - A time that allows those who deserves to be pampered, a rest; and a time that allows those who’re challenged by time and personal efforts, a time to wake up and start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've been trying my best to work out my hectic schedule of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; June Holidays, 2008. What's laid in front of me is a stretch of strenuous road. Tedious, it may seems, but nevertheless I'd have to find fun amidst all these extra burdens in our lives, and somehow try to survive the following months to come. These extra work might have started long time ago but I've only been feeling it's stress on me recently. If not for God's strength, I'd not have survived 2 migraines and the amount of workload piled on my shoulders for the past week. You might think that what I'm facing isn't that bad as compared to others to a certain extent. Yes, I agree. However, given my mental stamina and capabilities, it's a marvellous feat! Never in my life I dared to say that I can survive these stress! One week have passed, but I dare not mention about whether I would be able to do well for the following time to come.&lt;br /&gt;Below was my time-table for the 1st week of the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: O-level Chinese, Paper 1 and 2, and followed by Add-math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Thursday: O-level Music Composition Camp&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Start of my holidays' lessons. (Time for me to catch up with whatever I've missed the past 3 days during the camp.)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Saturday: Church music ministry retreat, immediately after school. (Time for reflections and rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the passed week can be considered as a reward from God, or rather, a week that was filled with God's Blessings! No doubt O-level was torturing, but I survived! Yes, I'd a really great partner called Rachel during the O-level Music Composition Camp! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Despite her really bad first impression on me on the first day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said, "Gosh! He's from Crescent?!"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Though many of my friends have been complaining about their partners, but I'm thankful that the camp still ended quite smoothly. I'd admit that the last concert was quite screwed up, but many bear with it with the mindset thinking that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The audience don't know how it's meant to be. They'll still treat them as music!"&lt;/span&gt; Rewarding? It definitely was. I've never dared to write weird 20th century chords in my compositions! Never have I dared played it during piano lessons or music exchanges organised by my music school! Now that the workshop have given me an insight of how 21st century music's supposed to sound like, I'd say that it've been an eyeopener for me! Yes, improvising was what I've been doing since I joined the Music Ministry 3 years ago without anyone teaching me how to. But writing down was really a challenge! And I did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! This is really dumb. The St. Hilda and Fairfield teachers didn't know that most of the Crescent Music students are sec 4, Higher Music students till the last day after the performance! So the Crescent group indirectly sabotaged ourselves by allowing the 2 St.Hildan's sec 4 Higher Music students (who came down specially to sightread our pieces) to screw our heavenly pieces. Bet more than 7 Crescent Girls' School music students (including me) actually complained about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the Music Composition Workshop's Uploaded!!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/crankychords"&gt;http://photobucket.com/crankychords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home really late that Thursday night. Good old grief. What took the bus so long?! Found myself dead-tired on the bed, talking to one of my music classmates and without the will to sleep, the minute I stepped into the house (after washing up that is). Sleeping's still a must, and I did just that! Only an hour later than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry practical lesson was really cool! I've found my playful-self once again after losing it for more than a year now. Mixing chemicals and than heating them have been my lab-hobbies! Apparently not following the given instructions and sometimes getting minor sparks flying out of my test tube can be quite fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Try it on your own risk out of your teacher's sight!)&lt;/span&gt; if you view it from a child's point of view! I seriously doubt one would consider the worst-case scenario at such an age. Add-math was torturing! Lonely? Indeed. Reason to isolate myself? I need to catch up with my work! Tough? Very. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disastrous? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CERTAINLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, amidst all these work, I've found a time for myself at the Music ministry's retreat. I wasn't enthusiastic about it at all, but the sharing I had with John during bedtime was certainly worth it. Contents shared are absolute personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's coming soon but it'll leave as quickly as well. Soon it'll be monday, followed by those intensive O-level extra lessons. I'd not hope that i will do well, but I'd hope that I will score the way I should for O-levels, and to have quiet time every now and then to allow me a time to respite and reflect before moving on at full-gear. Friends can perform miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our last lunch together before the music ministry dispersed to their different groups at Junction 8. I bet many of us saw a sign outside the MRT station's exit saying something cute!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEE5qxpUBKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9-mrxLR77vg/s1600-h/Image%28105%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEE5qxpUBKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9-mrxLR77vg/s400/Image%28105%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206506051260908706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;However, this one shown here only reflects &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5-definite words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Points to note: Junction 8 is still opened and running! Don't be scammed!&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/9046952648989406310-6825483642961353504?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6825483642961353504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6825483642961353504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiet-times.html' title='Quiet Times.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SEEtIhpUBJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_n100PvnD2Y/s72-c/Image%28104%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8776036853780746748</id><published>2008-05-25T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:39:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDk0lElWEeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pvlzD4gXRg8/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87153+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDk0lElWEeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pvlzD4gXRg8/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87153+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204248655893500386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One by one, people walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, things vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Second by second, time slipped pass.&lt;br /&gt;Layer by layer, my heart ripped apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trembled in fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I've come thus far,&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimistic nature didn't neutralise my despondency.&lt;br /&gt;My phone laid silently on the ground, my heart in despair.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere seemed unfamiliar without your pressence.&lt;br /&gt;Just what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion lead me afar.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;Can you return to me again?&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late," you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failure to predicate my faith dampened all good moods.&lt;br /&gt;Questions came from different directions...&lt;br /&gt;Questions that I can't answer.&lt;br /&gt;Where's everybody when I needed someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;The River flows.&lt;br /&gt;The Sun shines.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart sinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;One who'll never leave.&lt;br /&gt;One who'll be there whenever I'm in need.&lt;br /&gt;One who'll be there to shed light on my darkened Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;But no one on Earth seems to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt; I've found in me.&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/9046952648989406310-8776036853780746748?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8776036853780746748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8776036853780746748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDk0lElWEeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pvlzD4gXRg8/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87153+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-7284165494479405420</id><published>2008-05-20T15:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:38:45.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the dark - Time Saver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDKGQG2Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAII/UL9DJPxDp-s/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87253+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDKGQG2Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAII/UL9DJPxDp-s/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87253+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202368130839777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many students of Band 2 now face a problem. With only an average of 2 passes per class in the S4 Express stream for English, little see hope in the route ahead of them. The Earth had opened and many fell in. I'm one of those who're still clinging dearly to the edge of the pit for life. With nothing to lean on, it's normal to feel the sense of being left out. With every bit of debris, one after another, coming in all directions, hitting me, it's tormenting me! I can't hold on any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of despair hit me, yet again. When Mrs S stepped into class again today for English. I need a break from games! And I know that lessons is the only time whereby I can study the most during the day. "You've 3 choice now because Midyears are over. First, I'll study with you. Second, watch a movie. Third, do our own work." - Mrs S. The things that comes out from her mouth are more or less expected. It's either fun or games, never work. It may seems like a paradise to all students in a way, but to the S4 express class, it's no fun at all. The school's standards are already dropping in terms of English. Just why isn't anything done to prevent the grades from plummeting down to hell?! The mean grade for S4 Express English is now either an E8 or a F9, and it's actually possible for me to imagine if there's anyone getting an U-grade or lower. A sense of victory came over us when the HOD of English offered to teach this class, but nothings left for us to cheer and work about upon Mrs S's return. I dare not even ask for a target higher than a C5 for O-level English now. This really sets me thinking on what have the school done in the past that have lead it to this state. I shan't elaborate further on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiong Lin and I had quite a lot of fun during English lesson just now! Had a chemistry of revision, fun, and laughter! Especially with a mathematics psychic like Tiong Lin, I sure learnt a lot! We were finding things to play with and managed to draw many tic-tack-toes and some cancelling game in which he cheated... Till I suggested that we "play" with Binomial expansions. So I started drawing the first 3 rows of the Pascal's Triangle and asked him to continue. What startled me was his ability to continue 5 more rows! It's really nice of him to teach me how. And we came out with a really nice 14-row Pascal's Triangle on one of the 4B's table (I'm sorry to that table's user. But it's a really nice Triangular pattern!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDKDDG2EjzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NGDRxXOW_v4/s1600-h/Image%28072%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDKDDG2EjzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NGDRxXOW_v4/s400/Image%28072%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202364608966594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the blur image and the flashlight from my phone that blocked out some parts of the Triangle. I later did something really dumb - to complete another 15-row Pascal's Triangle during DnT lesson. I know this was something that I shouldn't be doing during those lesson, but I'm trying to save those time that was wasted indirectly by training my mental calculations and hopefully be able to score for Binomial sections in my coming O-level!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-7284165494479405420?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7284165494479405420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/7284165494479405420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/light-of-dark-time-saver.html' title='Light of the dark - Time Saver.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SDKGQG2Ej1I/AAAAAAAAAII/UL9DJPxDp-s/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87253+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2639420609729100023</id><published>2008-05-16T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:21:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conducive study places / War Zones?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1ScG2EjwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C02Aw2gEwJo/s1600-h/Image%28065%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1ScG2EjwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C02Aw2gEwJo/s400/Image%28065%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200903787510009602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Crushed papers, bottle caps, soccer balls, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; being thrown across the class, before, during, and after lessons are typical scenes of an average government school. But what's seriously unusual was my feeling of being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to accept their school's culture. Stepping into class with a fear of being hurt isn't a factor one have to face in their schooling life. So why is there still such events of rebellious in class? I can't answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Perhaps the desperate "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; practises" in class was just some practises done by the class to help score in the Sec 4&amp;amp;5 Sports Carnival, held this morning? Countless practises attempts just caused the class to perform better, only in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; other areas. This too created &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;havoc's&lt;/span&gt; in class, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;collected&lt;/span&gt; many scoldings by teachers. But they go on, despite the constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nagging&lt;/span&gt; of the authorities. I don't despise them; I like the attitude in them. But they are just using this attitude in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong fields&lt;/span&gt;, gaining the class no good. Better students will not be able to study, others in class might get injured, classroom facilities might be damaged, and no one will be happy in times to come. One might say that studies is a student's most important priority. But in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;class of rigid souls&lt;/span&gt;, I've no say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1atG2EjxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a94mU46XsKI/s1600-h/Image%28064%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1atG2EjxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a94mU46XsKI/s400/Image%28064%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200912875660807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look just how close is he from getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;(Dom's yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; flew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;side-by-side&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chaw's&lt;/span&gt; Neck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Times in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;low-grade neighbourhood school&lt;/span&gt; seems to have our feelings cheated, inside-out. Perhaps no one have ever thought of what's there for them to gain. Mainly because there simply isn't any good points in them. As a student who entered this school with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"try-try"&lt;/span&gt; attitude, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt; accepting and adopting the school culture into my daily life, I'd only look for a warmth school committee, some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nerds-at-heart"&lt;/span&gt; schoolmates as friends, and hopefully a nice place to study. Nothing else. But what turned out was a bunch of ill-breeds as schoolmates and  "PRIME" as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt; for entering. I took a deep breath, smiled, and have "never mind" as my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words of comfort.&lt;/span&gt; Looking back, 3 and a half years have passed. What have I gained in school? A complement that goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you guys don't score your Aces, who else will?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That may seems like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words of encouragements&lt;/span&gt; to some, but to us, 4Band2, this, in a sarcastic way simply means something is wrong and that we're to survive on our own whereas the school's just doing something "good" by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt; us Aces our English. I shall not update what's going on within 4Band2, but I pretty much believe that the almost the whole level knew what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Actual O-level papers are starting really soon on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. Just why must the Sports Carnival be held on this date, and thus allowing all sorts of time-table delays within the graduating classes. Decreasing the number of lessons required for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;graduating&lt;/span&gt; people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the school committee in the right of mind?&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, the carnival was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total failure&lt;/span&gt; in terms of following the judging criteria. And The Carnival was too, totally bias towards the better classes. In a game whereby 4C was against 4A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;First Rule, "No swapping of manpower during the games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Judge (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;), "4C minus one point because of a swap in manpower!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WK (my other Captain's Ball reserve), "What the hell?! 4A swap players for EVERY GAME they played!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "Because they have a lack of people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me, "4A's the BIGGEST class in the whole 4 express stream!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "But we must follow the rules."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WK, "But they... Cheated too! And our class have someone injured in handball so he went to help. Is that wrong too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Second rule, "Pass the ball to at least 2 girls before a goal can be scored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "4C minus another point for not passing to 2 girls before scoring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WK, "WHAT?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SY&lt;/span&gt; (a female captain ball's team-mate) is a girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "Oh really? In what way is she?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SY's&lt;/span&gt; partner), "Come let's show her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SZ&lt;/span&gt;, "..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shocking? Definitely. Just what's wrong with the Sports' Leaders &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inability to recognise a girl from guys.&lt;/span&gt; My jaw dropped and my heartbeat quicken with laughter. What I can say is, I'm so amused by the "Sports' Leaders!" No matter how bad it may seem, the carnival was over along with the ending of the day. I'll continue to look forward to the coming days and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, be able to face my second O-level &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; paper, prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1i5W2EjyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MNpcXg21GB0/s1600-h/Image%28060%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1i5W2EjyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MNpcXg21GB0/s400/Image%28060%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200921882207227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2639420609729100023?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2639420609729100023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2639420609729100023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/conducive-study-places-war-zones.html' title='Conducive study places / War Zones?'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SC1ScG2EjwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C02Aw2gEwJo/s72-c/Image%28065%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-9050599042667618911</id><published>2008-05-09T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:20:56.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How is this Possible?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was packing my music items when I came across this consent form about a music writing workshop for "O" Level Music Student. I was instantly reminded about my holiday remedial slots and was also shocked by the contents of the form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This picture shows the upclose (not-so-sharp) image of the consent form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCRqbQ9dBhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LmoP12spJWw/s1600-h/Image%28019%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCRqbQ9dBhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LmoP12spJWw/s400/Image%28019%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198396886534129170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Look at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW CAN IT BE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, it may be held at my "All-Time Favourite School"(that's for now), but CGS just don't have to torture me like that must they? Thankfully I heard something like a change in Prelim's music recital's details. Hopefully they would have the venue changed, away from FMSS, and have the date postponed. If possible, have the recital cancelled! The changing of duet pieces at this point of time, can be quite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pernicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. But I have no say, it's their plans, my exam. I have to follow their rules. Just hope everything can go on smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-9050599042667618911?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9050599042667618911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9050599042667618911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-is-this-possible.html' title='How is this Possible?!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCRqbQ9dBhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LmoP12spJWw/s72-c/Image%28019%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3669037716819834789</id><published>2008-05-08T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:47:39.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Of The Simpson's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCKP8K6PlVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZWQ9gk9Vg8w/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87120+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCKP8K6PlVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZWQ9gk9Vg8w/s400/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87120+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197875183822542162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY ARE THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIMPSON'S&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pardon me for being a little retarded. But YES!! Chemistry paper was held today. And I, fearing that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reactivity series&lt;/span&gt; might be coming out, along with the Chapter on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cations&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anions&lt;/span&gt;, so I came out with this last minute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; acronyms&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reactivity Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potato &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Potassium)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Sodium)&lt;/span&gt; Can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Calcium)&lt;/span&gt; Make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Magnesium)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aluminium&lt;/span&gt; Zebras  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Zinc)&lt;/span&gt; In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Iron)&lt;/span&gt; Thin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Tin)&lt;/span&gt; Layers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Lead)&lt;/span&gt; "of" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copper, Silver&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha-ha! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; maybe unreasonable at times, but this time, they're REALLY CUTE!! Don't treat them badly okay! But guess what. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL NOT OUT!&lt;/span&gt; How saddening can all this gonna get! Fear not, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Simpson's&lt;/span&gt; is back! And I'm sure that it will be out during the Prelims and the "O"s!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9046952648989406310-3669037716819834789?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3669037716819834789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3669037716819834789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/05/chemistry-of-simpsons.html' title='Chemistry Of The Simpson&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SCKP8K6PlVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZWQ9gk9Vg8w/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87120+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-1110032494395509837</id><published>2008-04-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:00:06.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day's EVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBhjKlwv_GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Jk3vjHYVxg8/s1600-h/Image%28014%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBhjKlwv_GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Jk3vjHYVxg8/s320/Image%28014%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195011203758292066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exam was appalling today...&lt;br /&gt;Is it a proposal OR a formal letter?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARN&lt;/span&gt; paper. The functional writing section was so confusing that many actually misunderstood the paper. What's more, there's people who writes things like report, speech, and even, an informal letter?! Hope they can average out the marks by moderation for this really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"one-of-a-kind"&lt;/span&gt; paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Elementary Mathematics Paper One? Very, very manageable. I'm culpable for not being able to finish the paper on time. I failed to think fast enough despite being fatigued after the paper. But I'm confident enough to attain at least a B for now, and as for "O"s, an A, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was quite interesting today!&lt;br /&gt;Was not really in the mood for anything after that darn two papers in the morning. But Nelson's superb music skills motivated me to be like him one day. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST PLAY LIKE HIM!&lt;/span&gt;" Yes, I can't sing, well. But practical skill wise, I believe I can reach his standard, the experts' standard.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't deny the fact that he sing and plays &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bangs)&lt;/span&gt; the piano real loud! I mean, really, really loud. Nelson's performance was heard by almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound-proof&lt;/span&gt; Arts Conservatory despite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not using a microphone, an amplifier, or anything else.&lt;/span&gt; Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt my words, what I've said is proven by Miss S, the music consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, “Nelson can sing you know?”&lt;br /&gt;Ms S, "Yeah I know! His singing is SUPERB!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "You mean... You heard it?"&lt;br /&gt;Ms S, "Everyone who was here heard it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Padma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "Ha-ha! Yeah! He was SO CUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "gasps."&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best part was, Nelson actually taught me a lot more ways to manipulate a chord using broken-chords! And I’m so gonna try it someday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Benjamin’s weird. Its examinations period and he’s not studying but choreographing dance-steps? What’s more, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Padma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a triple-science, double math student, actually joined him and helped him choreograph his weird break dance? Unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well. If you are currently very into examinations and is dying for more, you might want to consider taking some weird papers in a school that is near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; station. Want to know more about this school? You can definitely contact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;, the founder of this idea of having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super long papers.&lt;/span&gt; Want to know how long these papers are? Here’s a portion of their Examination Time-table.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBhph1wv_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/966IYIQpezQ/s1600-h/Image%28003%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBhph1wv_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/966IYIQpezQ/s320/Image%28003%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195018200260017266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope it's big enough? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; to see a bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shocked? Ha-ha! I definitely am. Want to try? No way am I going to do that! But if there’s anyone who is interested, explore the school just right opposite Quest (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Queenstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Secondary) and you will find yourself facing a 14-hours long paper, only if you're unlucky enough that is.&lt;/p&gt;After actually mugging Jazz music on my way home, I've found a fact that I can't explain. Why is the methods used in worship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(past, present, and most probably the future)&lt;/span&gt; so closely related Jazz style music, especially the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dixieland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(New Orleans) Style&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modern worship&lt;/span&gt;. Ancient worship uses methods such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call-and-response&lt;/span&gt;, that can be found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tribal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;african&lt;/span&gt; music&lt;/span&gt; and in the late 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century whereby Africans are sold to the America as slaves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern worship&lt;/span&gt; is a mixture of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light Rock&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt; that is founded from the basis of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazz Rock (Fusion).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fusion Band&lt;/span&gt; normally consists of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acoustic wind, brass instruments, synthesizers ♥, electric piano, electric guitars, and bass guitars&lt;/span&gt;. Familiar instrumentation.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the Fusion, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emphasis for SACM's Music Ministry Bands is not restricted to only sounding as a group&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for an individual player to play in such a way that it matches their counter-parts in the Band&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SACM's&lt;/span&gt; Music Ministry Bands favourite method of playing was founded on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dixieland Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Music whereby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;front-line players (melodic instrumentalists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;improvise several contrasting melodic lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and therefore producing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;polyphonic texture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; These front-line instruments were supported by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;percussion instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, namely the drums, bongo, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chordal instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; like the piano, guitar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;banjo&lt;/span&gt; and bass. There will also be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brief unaccompanied solo aria parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;breaks (break-downs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; during the performance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(normally during the climax)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And it's performance will normally begins with a short introduction and ends with a short coda, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church-mates who are wondering why there are many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repeats&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irritating breaks&lt;/span&gt; during worship might now know what's actually going on now, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Background information: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Music: An Appreciation"&lt;/span&gt; by Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kamien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labour Day's tomorrow, intensive revision's required. Not only for the Midyears and the Prelims, but most importantly, the "O"s! Hope I'd survive till the next Sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-1110032494395509837?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1110032494395509837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/1110032494395509837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/labour-days-eve.html' title='Labour Day&apos;s EVE.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBhjKlwv_GI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Jk3vjHYVxg8/s72-c/Image%28014%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-2166638300543257561</id><published>2008-04-25T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:49:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBG22Vwv_EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ib7V-Gn3rh8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00067+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBG22Vwv_EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ib7V-Gn3rh8/s320/IMAGE_00067+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193132890005699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disastrous isn't it? If someone would to ask you if you have had how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; chances left to witness the rise of the Sun at the beginning of each day. I'd definitely not dare to answer (even if it’s quite logical) to such a question. No one, I should say, would want to die, even at an old age. People with suicidal thoughts would come to a stand still and allow some time for them to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt; before they carry on with their plans. So why does people give up really easily? Not used to the given task? No proper guidance? Not expecting blind spots to uncover themselves? Not expecting authorities to go against one’s plan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuses&lt;/span&gt;, these are called.      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After analysing the reasons for us to face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt; at such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young age&lt;/span&gt;, I somewhat think that teachers are not the main culprit. Look, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; has a senior. What’s worse is that the higher your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ranking&lt;/span&gt; is in an organization, the more you fear. So much so that you may find yourselves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vanquished&lt;/span&gt; by them to the extent whereby one would even have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murderous thoughts&lt;/span&gt; in them to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple promotion&lt;/span&gt;. I’d admit that I’m one who will go to all means to demote the party I detest. However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is there a need to do so in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt; one might have to a certain senior is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unavoidable&lt;/span&gt;. No one in the World will love all their seniors especially when there’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt; around. But what can we do to prevent this from getting into our way? Hatred is an emotion in which it will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devour our conscious&lt;/span&gt; of doing things well. It will, however, change our attitude towards things and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melt our positive thoughts of life&lt;/span&gt;, to do anything beyond our nature, just to get our goals.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taming&lt;/span&gt; them is one of the ways I used to overcome hatred &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(on the surface)&lt;/span&gt;. It makes you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like a happier person everyday. No worries, no tears, no anger. Just follow the authorities’ instructions and do it to your best. And whenever there’s something wrong, just answer to your authorities in this manner, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“You asked me to do it this way didn’t you?”&lt;/span&gt; Then ending it all with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent smile&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy-go-lucky&lt;/span&gt; is the phrase that would be used to describe them. But deep in them, it’s a totally different story all together. Their dark secret might one day be let out. But before that, they would have backstabbed those whom they want to. Who have the right to judge them in this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfair society?&lt;/span&gt; No one.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharing&lt;/span&gt; is one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most essential ingredient&lt;/span&gt; to bearing all sorts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional pain&lt;/span&gt; one might be having. But the person whom one’s sharing with must be close to one and that they are able to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trusted&lt;/span&gt;, else another backstabbing incident might just happen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at your doorstep&lt;/span&gt; in time to come. Sharing allows one to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oust their emotional stress&lt;/span&gt; out from the back of their heads and returning one a life in which they have always wanted. Isn’t it better this way?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never say die.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for your rights!&lt;br /&gt;Find people whom you trust to share.&lt;br /&gt;And everything would be alright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You needn't worry for I'd be there to support you in all that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me if you need a shoulder cry on, and I'd be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Happy 2nd Month anniversary. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-2166638300543257561?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2166638300543257561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/2166638300543257561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-say-die.html' title='Never say die.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SBG22Vwv_EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ib7V-Gn3rh8/s72-c/IMAGE_00067+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-9055409708028824348</id><published>2008-04-23T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:33:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary Experiences at my doorstep.</title><content type='html'>Today school was filled a amusement for almost every activities that's going on! Given the 2 supposedly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST STRESSFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tests that turned out to be the most regaling experience I had in school this year, I must say, I enjoyed the day, very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 2.4km re-run today since I didn't participate the last round. The test was, effortless! Surprisingly, I came in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; among all the re-runners that ran the re-run at about 12 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I BROKE MY RECORD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to class after changing and managing to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smuggle&lt;/span&gt;" food and most importantly, myself back to the temporary classroom block was another achievement! Well, at least doing it in front of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head, vice-head prefects&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some teachers&lt;/span&gt; was counted as an achievement? Guilty but shameless, I walked passed Melvin's class (5A) and saw something really... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out-of-the-ordinary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chenxing&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Me (looking at Melvin), "Huh? Who called me?"&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chenxing&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Me (turned and face the place where the voice was coming from and see no one), "Oh no.. This is freaky.."&lt;br /&gt;Harris (walked to me), "Look at the ceiling of the temp classrooms!"&lt;br /&gt;Me (shocked), "Huh! So it's you.. Why? Another trick? It's still April..."&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "Just see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Orhs&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that, I'm really lost for words for a moment. Just how did that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper-Plane&lt;/span&gt; get to that height of about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 - 12 metres, &lt;/span&gt;at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gradient&lt;/span&gt; in which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rockets&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;launched&lt;/span&gt; and stayed there in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect shape?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "How... How did it get up there?"&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "Not I do one. Derek throw one.."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I mean. That plane can only glide, not fly... up?"&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "Derek did it! Serious!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;Harris (stands in a weird position and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; to use all his might to throw a plane), "Just throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;.. Like that."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "The plane will go out of shape if you throw like that according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experiments&lt;/span&gt; I've conducted in the past!"&lt;br /&gt;Harris, "I don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;Me (take the picture), "okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA7_bVwv_DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fyA2piKkgr4/s1600-h/sshot001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA7_bVwv_DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fyA2piKkgr4/s320/sshot001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192368265567927346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the picture of the paper-plane that penetrated the steel net and the aluminium at the highest part of the ceiling of the temporary classroom block structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chinese oral sucked today. But it definitely was amusing! I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs L's oral skills&lt;/span&gt; as an examiner! =D&lt;br /&gt;Passage was mainly about Olympics Torch. Cool yeah? Indeed! With many weird translations of City names. The rest was pretty much alright. Cum the conversation section. It &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; way I should say. For convenience sake, I shall try my best to translate it all into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L (started posing after I finished reading), "Alright, now tell me. Is organizing proms in high class restaurants or ballrooms for graduating students a good choice?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Oh. It's good to a certain extent but it is too in a bad way..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L (nods), "Yea. Agree agree.."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "It's good because it is the last activity the school's gonna organise for the graduating students, so of course, it should be as grand and nice as possible. But there are some poorer students who..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "What about poorer students who can't afford? What can the school do? Note, the school won't be paying. The students will be paying full-cost!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I was about to say that right! Where am I. Oh! The school should subsidise the cost for poorer students who can't afford the prom night so that they can also enjoy their last few moments in secondary school..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "Enough. So where do you think the school can organise the prom night to make it much cheaper as compared to restaurants or ballrooms?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I'd suggest the school hall. Look! It's big enough with good lighting and ventilation perhaps? So just move some tables and chairs, do some spring-cleaning and...."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L (started telling her story and forgets that this was an exam), "Cool! I share the same view too! You know it's good in a lot of ways and it's much cheaper! No rental fees the school will pay, no interest, no nothing! Everyone would be able to afford and..."&lt;br /&gt;Me (to myself), "I am NOT your examiner!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "Okay. Upon saying so much, do you have any point to add?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Of course, oh I can't take it anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "oh nothing. Most of the things that I want to say, you've covered for me. But also, the poorer students will benefit A LOT with this..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "Enough. My turn."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L (continue explaining.), "blah blah..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L (suddenly got really serious), "You know in your oral in July, please focus on your main points..."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I did the same for Os last year!"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "then why did you come here?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "retake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hais&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "So how much did you get?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Distinction you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lousy examiner&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "Very well, you may leave."&lt;br /&gt;Me (stands up and take my bag), "Thank you Mrs.."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L, "Wait! So why did you retake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continues with poor Simon waiting right behind, enduring all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noise pollution&lt;/span&gt; created in front. This was really something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond the ordinary&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna conclude my oral experiences with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOT AN EXAMINER BUT A CANDIDATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extraordinary day&lt;/span&gt; for me. Isn't it?&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/9046952648989406310-9055409708028824348?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9055409708028824348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9055409708028824348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/extraordinary-experiences-at-my.html' title='Extraordinary Experiences at my doorstep.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA7_bVwv_DI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fyA2piKkgr4/s72-c/sshot001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-3355185884279277557</id><published>2008-04-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:14:46.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Harmless" Weapons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA3_iFwv_CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vv2QZPhXFp8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00074+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA3_iFwv_CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vv2QZPhXFp8/s320/IMAGE_00074+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086906555333666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got back into class after Chinese lesson and lie on my table, hoping to get some sleep.*&lt;br /&gt;Julia, "Hey Chenxing!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "what..."&lt;br /&gt;Julia, "Look here!"&lt;br /&gt;Me (stretched and turned to Julia with eyes closed) , "why..."&lt;br /&gt;Julia (holds bottle and hit my nose hard as if she's a baseball player), "Ouch!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "That's MY WORD!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Julia, "Sorry sorry sorry sorry...."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Argh...."&lt;br /&gt;Julia, "Sorry, bottle have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high inertia&lt;/span&gt;, cannot stop in time."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "HAH HAH???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive Impact of that experience on me:&lt;br /&gt;I was kept wide awake during math the period after that... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative Impact of that experience on me:&lt;br /&gt;My nose actually bleed a little but dried-up very quickly. But it's DARN PAINFUL!!! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, be more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alert&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything around me!!!&lt;/span&gt; DX&lt;br /&gt;Julia, if you're reading this, watch out. X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-3355185884279277557?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3355185884279277557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/3355185884279277557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/harmless-weapons.html' title='&quot;Harmless&quot; Weapons.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SA3_iFwv_CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Vv2QZPhXFp8/s72-c/IMAGE_00074+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-9081693730935389231</id><published>2008-04-21T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:39:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAyKPuCZefI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fd7x8VKQwnQ/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%2818%29+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAyKPuCZefI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fd7x8VKQwnQ/s320/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%2818%29+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191676473112099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; the day may be.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be bothered by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; or it will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haunt&lt;/span&gt; you further more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Present Life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of all your disgusting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-9081693730935389231?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9081693730935389231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/9081693730935389231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/move-on.html' title='Move On.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAyKPuCZefI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fd7x8VKQwnQ/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87%2818%29+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4017679924530221383</id><published>2008-04-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:53:30.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things happened this two days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech and Prize Giving Day&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aesthetics&lt;/span&gt; Night&lt;/span&gt; just ended.&lt;br /&gt;And no one can ever imagine what really happened behind the scenes! I guess? =x&lt;br /&gt;One of which is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjKphsdehI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KJpp-2KmygE/s1600-h/IMAGE_00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjKphsdehI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KJpp-2KmygE/s320/IMAGE_00068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190621385312795154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scotch-tape, stick on me, and I'll soar with you to a place called "Pencil Case"."&lt;br /&gt;- Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was blinded by the spot-light of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapore Poly's Convention Centre&lt;/span&gt; but I decided to take a picture with Simon and his darn-neat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number 1 Uniform&lt;/span&gt; after the whole event since it might be the last time he is going to wear this.&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasn't really decorated by badges but still, it's smart! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aren't&lt;/span&gt; I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjLwBsdeiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JRTtSDfrqZ8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjLwBsdeiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JRTtSDfrqZ8/s320/IMAGE_00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190622596493572642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simon and I with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number 1 Uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt; overload the craps here. Am presently suffering from severe headache due to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intolerable spot-light&lt;/span&gt; shining directly into my eyes. And hence causing me to have no appetite for dinner now. Isn't it saddening?! Thinking about the time now and everything. I think it is, saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no matter what, don't get into the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gentle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kia's"&lt;/span&gt; way or they will haunt you and the area you own as long as one of them lives. Wanna know who they are? Here's a snapshot of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjPcRsdejI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tUp_SC-pc8Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_00064+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjPcRsdejI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tUp_SC-pc8Q/s320/IMAGE_00064+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190626655237667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously can't wait till the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;musical-date&lt;/span&gt; later and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;生命 No Take 2"&lt;/span&gt; on Tomorrow!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9046952648989406310-4017679924530221383?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4017679924530221383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4017679924530221383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/behind-scenes.html' title='Behind the Scenes.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAjKphsdehI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KJpp-2KmygE/s72-c/IMAGE_00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-6780798456758174848</id><published>2008-04-16T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:53:17.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 words to conclude today's practical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question :How badly did I screw my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST midyear paper&lt;/span&gt; given the lack of preperation? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6marks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ans:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From the given lack of practise, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREDICTED&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will do really badly&lt;/span&gt; for the exam even days before it. It's showed that I only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my final solo pieces the minute before the exam. This means that I will have to focus on more songs than expected and therefore, losing precious practise time and performing badly during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are other factors that lead to the failure of today's exam such as my solo pieces, the duet with Ben and my duet with Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can infer from my solo pieces playing that they are really screwed. The 2 examiners said that I “fluctuated a lot” while I was playing the second song and that is why I was marked down and even though my first piece “isn’t that bad”. They are trying to portray the fact that I did really badly and stopped many times during the piece and therefore unable to score well for this section.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My duet with Nelson was pretty much a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;. This is due to the lack of practise with each other due to “excess CCA meetings” and “extra remedial lessons” this few months before the exam. Although I am “free almost every time” but whenever I’m free, Nelson will not be free. Worse of all, every time we’re free to actually practise, Ben will be there to interrupt. This therefore caused us to lose a lot of precious practise time and lose out under the coordination sector.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Benjamin did &lt;i style=""&gt;extremely well&lt;/i&gt; for his last minute duet with me. He “has not touched his violin since the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End-Of-Year Exam&lt;/span&gt; last year” and that he’s planning to “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sight-read&lt;/span&gt; through this exam” too. This shows that he wouldn’t practise his violin and will of course, perform really badly. This will also affect his sight-reading skills and his sense of rhythm and therefore, being unable to coordinate with me during the exam.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Therefore, I conclude that I had screwed my first midyear paper, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music-Practical Paper&lt;/span&gt;, to a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY GREAT EXTENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO SCREWED!!!!!!! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wrote this to cheer myself up because I did well for for my most recent SS test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-6780798456758174848?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6780798456758174848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/6780798456758174848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-words-to-conclude-todays-practical.html' title='4 words to conclude today&apos;s practical.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8423882867774327930</id><published>2008-04-14T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T04:27:01.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAJrsBsdegI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WD0Rd_p6TjI/s1600-h/IMAGE_00021+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAJrsBsdegI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WD0Rd_p6TjI/s320/IMAGE_00021+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188828124797565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s never easy to work alone, let alone leading a Life of loneliness. Even the Bible talks about relationships between human being. I can never imagine a Life without friends around. I stood amidst the crowd, watching every living soul around me. The eyes of jealousy opened.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now I’m all alone, in the darkness of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotionless night sky&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I held my pen, my eyelids got heavier, my head started spinning, my fingers fell flat, I lie helpless on my work. I needed someone, who can accompany me, even at this hour of the day, someone who understands me, someone to talk to, someone whom I can trust, and someone who can be my friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slides of memory flashed in my mind. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There’s no one else capable of doing all that except the God whom I can’t seems to understand. To me, sometimes it’s just some work of the “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super-natural beings&lt;/span&gt;” to me. And sometimes, I thought maybe there is really someone out there watching over me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can this stress period be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turning point&lt;/span&gt; of my Life? Can I learn more from Him rather then focusing everything on myself? Can I lean onto Him, a supposing “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pillar-of-strength&lt;/span&gt;”? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gamble’s&lt;/span&gt; worth it. Many living testimonies out in the World are being shared. Can I experience them too? I cling aimlessly to my every heartbeat, not knowing what my goal in Life is. A little more faith is all I need, to have my Life be your glory in future. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But as for now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os&lt;/span&gt; seems to have taken over me. I can’t let go of them. It determines my Life. Coping is tough, and I alone can’t stand strong against the tides. I need someone, someone to lean on, someone who can listen to my cries, and someone who can be my friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have me sent to the darkest corners of the World and I'll live solely on your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me cope with everything else and stay positive. Allow your will to be done on me, and to be seen by people around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May this be my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-8423882867774327930?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8423882867774327930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8423882867774327930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/darkest-times.html' title='Darkest Times.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/SAJrsBsdegI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WD0Rd_p6TjI/s72-c/IMAGE_00021+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-4341195455393314567</id><published>2008-04-06T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:48:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_iXjI61yrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6-ifc8dRxZI/s1600-h/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87121+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_iXjI61yrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6-ifc8dRxZI/s320/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87121+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186061600862620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Day, A New Start, A New Beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Flames Of Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rises from beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every breath is mixed with hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every beam of Sunlight surrounded with dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sprinklers of dew on our feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never ending Music from the living nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just how fresh is the coolness of the morning air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us dance blithefully to the Rhythm of Nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us open my vocal chords to the Sound of Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us repose on the softness of greenery!&lt;br /&gt;To be with you everyday and everynight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But not back to face the albatross of Citylife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-4341195455393314567?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4341195455393314567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/4341195455393314567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-life.html' title='Dream Life!'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_iXjI61yrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6-ifc8dRxZI/s72-c/%E7%85%A7%E7%89%87121+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046952648989406310.post-8018439338516218169</id><published>2008-04-05T17:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:50:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_dCS461yqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qfPDFWknQk8/s1600-h/You+Caused+This..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_dCS461yqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qfPDFWknQk8/s320/You+Caused+This..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185686388224674466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mugging&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os&lt;/span&gt; my top priority now?!&lt;br /&gt;It've to BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:185%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;from the time you walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew that it's the end of our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046952648989406310-8018439338516218169?l=acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8018439338516218169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046952648989406310/posts/default/8018439338516218169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acerbic-reminisces.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over.'/><author><name>Chenxing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18010177581956177006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_hHTZtTpvcME/R_dCS461yqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qfPDFWknQk8/s72-c/You+Caused+This..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
