<?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-20216173</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:27.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-114321604917953596</id><published>2006-03-24T07:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:00:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ssalds</title><content type='html'>argh sorry bz nowadays. this post is so slack. anyway quite busy with the gathering and piling hw so my plan to creata another blog will be postponed sorry.&lt;br /&gt;stay happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-114321604917953596?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/114321604917953596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=114321604917953596' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;stay happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-114321604865155316?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/114321604865155316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=114321604865155316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/114321604865155316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/114321604865155316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/03/ssalds_114321604865155316.html' title='ssalds'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-114010127566526093</id><published>2006-02-16T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:47:56.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do.</title><content type='html'>Well.  well. Sorry guys &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; gals for not blogging for like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE DAYS?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Oh mann.*I seem to develop slangish English. &lt;b&gt;OH NO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened much. I got some of my test papers back. Eh...? Oh. I checked. Only 1. Science paper. I got a miserable 22/25 and that's like super low. &lt;b&gt;AHHS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got things to say! Firstly! There are some peoples' cbox that I can't see at all,  so you &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; blame me for not tagging. The only thing is see is this weird box with a &lt;font color="red"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; 'X'...And when I refresh or click show picture it doesn't work too. Boo-hoo. These are the people-Alexander, Sharlene, Iris(coz diary-x is down entirely...)and someone I missed entirely... Oh whatever I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Secondly! I had given this a lot of thought and I have decided that I'm really running on a tight schedule here. I can't spend a lot of time on the computer if I want to achieve my goal-to be the top student in HCI. So- I think you all know what's coming next. Yes, I'm not going to engage myself in too much blogging. I think I'm the only one who posts so frequently other than Iris. She's like, I don't know where she find the time. I'll try to make it a point to have a once-a-week post, but I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;You know the moment you decided that you wanted to blog about something but another important thing comes to your mind so your brain automatically removes the piece of data? I feel that so many times in 1 day. I'm sick of trying to remember things that I know I can't. It's pointless. When I first created this blog, I told myself I wanted to have a blog to remember this year, to note down every exact detail of my secondary school life. Now, looking back, I feel that rather than having a blog full of pathetic results and regrets, why not have a fufilling year all kept in my heart? I like to think that way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I want to thank all of my ex-classmates from pcps6a2005. I met Lynn the other day, and she told me she had the impulse to rush in to Pei Chun every time she passes by there. I was like telling her, don't you think the most precious memories are held in people, not places. She replied that for her, Pei Chun is not only a place but a source of precious memory be it primary 1 or 6.(I dunno if I have translated this correctly. Pardon me if I haven't) I then realised that I couldn't let go. It's like I created the class blog because I miss 6a-ians so much. Miss their laughter, tears, joy, happiness. It's like I needed some place to erm express the feeling...thus the class blog was created. It's not perfect, but it's like a sanctuary. After a long tired day,I go to the class blog and I see my fellow ex-classmates's posts and i smile. Come to think of it, I don't like to use the word 'ex-something'. To me, these are still my classmates. And they will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are surprises. I opened my blog toay and was surprised to hear my blog song. It was like I didn't hear it for ages because there's like a block on my speaker. Maybe this is why I'm crapping so much. I do crap under the influence of music, sad songs especially. I wonder the next time when I see, say Jeriel, what would I expect? Would I see a future lawyer out of him in 20 years' time? Who could tell.&lt;br /&gt;So this would be quite the last post for the week. I hope in the midst of doing ACE projects, tests, homework, corrections, 3rdlan, coping, I would somehow find time to inform you all on what is happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm I feel weird&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-114010127566526093?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/114010127566526093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=114010127566526093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/114010127566526093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/114010127566526093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-really-do.html' title='I really do.'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113983591557675747</id><published>2006-02-13T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T05:05:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at titles.</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm breaking my word...I'm suppose to post on tues right... So you all gan3 wo3 zou3... Yes I know you are ever so kind...so I shall post...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. This has been a interesting monday. I shall define this day as &lt;big&gt;!"£"££$"!££$"£!£@@:£"$"!£$£!!!?!&lt;/big&gt; We got back our Chinese papers today. I got a miserable 38 over 50...which is like a miserable 76% which converts to a very low A1... It's so ...erm undescribable.(&lt;i&gt;Is there even spelt like that? Hmmm...&lt;/i&gt;) Anyways I decided to forget about it. I'll do better next time. I'll clinch the top! Muhahaha. *Feel free to call me insane. I feel pretty mad myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then we had the assembly. We didn't had dialogue session...instead we had the vice-principal to talk about the school's cleanliness... I tell you it's futile trying to get boys to be neat...then again I shan't be sexist. I tell you he has this skill that the Harry Potter's History teacher Professor Binns possess too-their voice has this drowsy quality that will "gurantee instant drowziness in 10 minutes, 5 in hot weather..."(quoted from I forgot which book...one of the six anyway)But the audit was like so frigidy coldily freezingly sickeningly icily and I am the type of come-in-air-con-conditions-and-fall-asleep-people and with the effect of the (let's call it DRAT-Drowzy Realm Anti-wake Talking=P) DRAT I was like dozing off but caught myself before the level mistress did.(Did I mention she's the fierce type?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the IS test...I'm going to fail it for sure...What obsulete and absolute and reference linkage dunno what it talking about...I calculated that the odds of me passing is 1000million gazillion trillion quadruple hillion. Basically it's like 1000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 to the power of 4 hillion, which itself is longer that the equation stated. Wahh¬¬¬ ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a very fun session of Jap! YAY jap i love jap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buaiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113983591557675747?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113983591557675747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113983591557675747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113983591557675747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113983591557675747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-suck-at-titles.html' title='I suck at titles.'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113967024864905063</id><published>2006-02-11T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T07:04:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Friday! What a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't talk about what happened before school ends. Yes-let's talk about the erm band thingy. So they had this late-minute notice that we had to go for the EP3(That's CCA for you). So I went, expecting a lame activity with lame and sadistic games. And let's just say I'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;Well. It starts at 2.30. So from 1.30 to then we were like transparent. The at around 2 we started became translucent. Then we became opaque at around 2.40. Hmm. I was like the spoilsport of the whole thing. The first game was like disgusting. (I peeked at the games sheet beforehand-a senior (apparently a sick-in-the-mind-kind)had went to a website xinyuan recommended to me on her blog and copied the game...*gasp* We had to sit in a circle and tear off pieces of toilet paper passed around. I absolutely despise it. It's totally sick and sadistic and freaky and some other adjective my mind can conjure up later. Eww. Then we had to roll(I was muttering by then 'God, if you are a nice and good and non-sadistic God you would teleport me far away from here')it around our hand and say things about ourselves. Someone please shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was being super myself(translation=super mean)and critisizing people. Someone was like mumbling'I hate people who are pessimistic, I hate people who say bad things, I hate...'&lt;br /&gt;Then I spoke aloud'I hate people who speaks softly!' Then everybody was laughing. Even the seniors can't do anything much without getting a tongue-lashing from me. Muhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Then we had a lot of &lt;i&gt;games&lt;/i&gt; which I &lt;b&gt;refuse&lt;/b&gt; to participate. The seniors had to beg me... I feel so erm... decreased-EQ wise? Haha. Very funny. &lt;b&gt;FINE&lt;/b&gt; not funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my Mum's boss's CNY party(So late then hold party). Then I got chased, beaten, kicked, tickled, trodden on, pinched, stepped, scratched, bitten, abused, punched... by my mum's colleagues' kids. I believe this is retribution. Then &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;they played blackjack. Then my mum's boss's colleague's kids(gasp) were kids' centre actors. Wow! I'm so excited! Yeah! Give me your signature! o.O &lt;b&gt;LAME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home dead beat(beaten to be exact) and fell asleep. Then the next morning I woke up at like 12NN to eat lunch, still in my jeans. Hahz. Then I went popular to buy my pens and calculator and a expanding file and 2 notebooks.Pens because after I wrote that 10-page compo(refer to previous post) my pen's ink is depleted. Calculator coz' I need it for maths. Notebooks for taking notes. File for, well, filing. -_-(btw xinyuan likes to use this face)&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought shoes! (actually I bought them before buying the popular stuff but I remembered only now) To be exact my mum bought them. It's baby blue! Sylvia likes this colour...&lt;b&gt;HEY HEY&lt;/b&gt; dun xiang3 &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;. Anyways I was like showing it off to my brother coz' he's obsessed with blue and he got a black shoe recently and he's like soooo jealous. Muhahaha. I'm so mean. &lt;br /&gt;Okies, adios for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113967024864905063?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113967024864905063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113967024864905063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113967024864905063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113967024864905063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113949968863340075</id><published>2006-02-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T07:43:24.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog schedule!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of things to announce! Firstly*Drumroll...*I have decided my blogging schedule inthe short term! I will blog on tuesdays, thursdays and fridays. That's because I have Jap on Monday and Wednesday so the moment I reach home I collapse on the bed. XD. So you blog-surfers can &lt;s&gt;drop&lt;/s&gt;link by on these dates.&lt;br /&gt;Next! I'm starting to blog in html! It's so very fun-I can make this &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;itallic&lt;/i&gt; and strike-through &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt; just by typing the open-close tags. I can even &lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;enlarge&lt;/span&gt; and make this &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; just by typing the commands! YAYAYAYAY!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Updates.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday the geography teacher told us about the sure-fail test. He claims that it's easy. My foot. Actually it was easy &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; I had studied. Haha. Very funny. *tone so sarcastic even I can't bear it* Allow me to explain this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim-Was the test easy?&lt;br /&gt;Class-Noooo...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim-But it's very easy already...&lt;br /&gt;Class-Nooo...very hard...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim-If you can't score for this you're as good as dead.&lt;br /&gt;Class-*makes funny corpse sounds*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lim-Now gentlemen(he likes to use 'gentlemen'. What an inappropriate usage of word) let's start about the rocks...&lt;br /&gt;Class-*groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/b&gt; suck at geog. And I &lt;s&gt;peeked at&lt;/s&gt; saw Qiqi's geog homework. It's so complicated...the atlas and stuff. Who says women can't read maps? Sexist freak.&lt;br /&gt;And I love jap! Pang Sensei is a great teacher. I don't want to transfer class...but in the near future I might need to. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this compo we have to do. Mrs. Jaya gave us 2 days. Oh no. I had this idea in my mind what to write, but the thoughts, well, remain as thoughts until you pen it down. I took like 3 hours to write this compo...without draft 1 and 2. Mrs. Chen should &lt;s&gt;scold&lt;/s&gt;berate me. Hahz. Basically there were a few choices, and I chose the one that requires me to start or end the script with'I couldn't have done it without you.' So I wrote that the character David went into a alley drunk then this Eric offered him drugs. I gave the impression that David was the drug-abuser and Eric thought he could trust David. Of course I leaked some clues now and then, but I revealed the twist when I wrote Eric told David the whole syndicate was coming together for a gathering of sort. Then we found out David was an undercover cop. Hurray hurray. Then in the end David thanked Eric. Lalalaz. The storyline's very lame. And my handwriting's atrocious, not to mention my tenses and spelling. I finished the entire thing like 2 seconds before Mrs. Jaya came in. Whew. In total I wrote 5 sides without leaving lines. That's like 10 sides. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Then YES! Mrs. Chu borrowed Music lesson. So we had lab lesson and our class broke &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;yes 5 test-tubes. Guilty!&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113949968863340075?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113949968863340075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113949968863340075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113949968863340075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113949968863340075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-schedule.html' title='Blog schedule!'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113933373427737879</id><published>2006-02-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T09:35:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacks</title><content type='html'>Oh I have so many things to say! Okay...monday was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a funny day. I woke up and looked for my EZ-link card! It's missing. I tell you it's so freaky. So I freaked out and started behaving like a mad person muttering to myself 'where is it? where is it?' When &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; my mum finally found it I was like erm...ecstatic. Hahz. Then when we had flag-raising Iris smiled upon us*sound so &lt;b&gt;poetic&lt;/b&gt;*.Don't get me wrong, Iris is the Roman goddess of the &lt;b&gt;rainbow&lt;/b&gt;. Remember that you self-egoist. Anyway, the boys were like never seen a rainbow before and snapped pictures. Sigh...anyway the rainbow did brighten my day quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LITERATURE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YAY! We Mrs. Kee wasn't here and we got the blockhead Mr. Chia again. Did I mention he's the 17 year old guy who can't even tell the class what to do...actually he can but I'm posting &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt;sophisticated stuff anyway. =P Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the dialogue session with the principal during assembly about soccer as an elite sport. I disagree with anything that has to do with sports, except banning them. &lt;b&gt;MUHAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; Anyway it's too lame to be mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got Jap then went home. HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun. During science lesson I got a lot of question wrong because we have to answer in &lt;b&gt;FULL&lt;/b&gt; sentences. Sobs... Then I was arguing that my answer &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; in fact a full sentence as it is a main clause. The part Mrs. Chu (aka science teacher) she added to my answer is a subordinate clause, which cannot stand on its own unlike the main clause. &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; She just laughed it off because she claims that science is not related to English. &lt;b&gt;MY FOOT&lt;/b&gt; You try writing 'Always wear safety googles.' in mathematical language. -.- Well well well, looks like paying attention in Mrs. B. Chen class have some use after all XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest is anti-climax. We had the geography test with if I pass I would marry my form teacher. Urgh. Better not. Then we had this maths lesson on recurring decimals which I found out something interesting: 0.9infinity &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; equals to 1! incredible, isn't it? ^('o')^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaz. I added a poll in the class blog. So far no one voted for me yet. *&lt;b&gt;HINT HINT&lt;/b&gt;* LOL. Sayonara for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113933373427737879?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113933373427737879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113933373427737879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113933373427737879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113933373427737879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/slacks.html' title='Slacks'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113915446994641678</id><published>2006-02-05T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:13:00.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;STUPID BLOGGER! My cookies set on high so for this past few days I can't check my mail and stuff. Hate it. These few days lofting around and wasting my time procrastinating. It's so extremely annoying that I myself can't take it. Many of you will agree with me that Saturdays are evil days that force you to laze and nap and do everything except the things you ought to do. Speaking of evil, I just watched a show 'Bedazzled'. It's super funny! Anyway I'm sure a lot of people would have watched it so I should waste any time. So it's raining like mad and the lightning streaks across the sky like there's no end. Ooh. How sophisticated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have decided to write something! Something exciting, a fantasy book maybe. In fact, I have already a gist of the plot. No, I'm a bad boi-boi and I'm going to kill you with the suspense. Yeah, curse me all you like. It might not even turn out due to my tight schdule. Oh yes, the blog competition is so lame that no one wants to participate. Sigh...well, on the good side, I get to keep the prizes...hahz. So cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post is crap. And I am ruining my record of long posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can hear Mum calling me to switch off the P.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ADDED PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHA! I'm so naughty. I switched on the computer again! Nah, I just realised I forgot a lot of stuff to tell you guys so here I am again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly! Erm...what is it again? Oh yup, the sad posts. Don't mind them, they are just crap. Sad posts are posted when I'm sad. DUH. Nah, we call it mood swings. I have them all the time. Ask my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Secondly! I am so forgetful that I can't remember. -_-" Oh yes, Xinyuan likes to type -_-. Hahz. I am now at the computer sipping 100plus. Yes, my hated drink. Those facilitators at the P5 camp will know. The sponsers had 3 cartons of it, so we had to drink them nearly every day. Ick. But here I am, drinking it again. The sweet fond memories started to run and I smile. I remember the time we were planning and then the programmes group and the games group's tension. And the programmes group's internal conflict. I still remember the tears, the laughter. The rewards. The first night of welcomig the P5. The McDonalds treat. The gloves me and sylvia were forced to wear. The sleepless first night. The big day. The skit. The haunted trail. The campfire. The singing. Iris keep telling me not to run around. The embers dancing in the sky. The air-con hall. The recording of snoring. The pizza treat. The marshmellows. All the good things come gushing towards me and I feel so weird cause' they were happy memories and yet I feel tears welling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I'm not afriad to cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113915446994641678?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113915446994641678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113915446994641678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113915446994641678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113915446994641678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-blogger.html' title='Stupid Blogger'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113897876376354785</id><published>2006-02-03T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:59:24.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top reasons to feel horrible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I am lousy at sports while in a sports class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. I can't measure up to the speed of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. I am a slacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Iris hates me and calls me 'noisy pok' =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. I have not blogged in the class blog for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. I am such a failure in everything I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. I kill time by playing computer games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. My specs are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. Mum refuses to get me contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. I don't get recognised for my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. I got a 36/60 for my English work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. I got 21/30 for my compo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. I got 15/20 for CL letter writing(I really feel marked down...especially when it's my forte.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14. I feel terrible now about my other CL compo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15. I am just a average person now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16. I hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17. I hate my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18. I'm afraid to do anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19. I always do my work late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20. I am sick of everything related to HCI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;21. My class is labelled as the worst one is school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;22. I feel under-achieved and a failed chairman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;23. I don't understand my peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;24. I talk to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;25. I feel bad for feeling all these things...and yet he list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I'm suppose to count my blessings. Okay, bring out Aunt Agony. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I'm just talented in other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. There's always an adjustment from primary school to sec sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. I am always a slacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. She always does that to everyone she doesn't like. People she like are not my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. It's not compulsory to blog everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. Everything I do is not the right thing.(hey. that didn't come out right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. Everybody needs  entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. It will turn up sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. She has my interests at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10. I'm not giving my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11,12,13. I will improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;14. I must be confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15. So is everybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16. So do others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17. Do I really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18. Xie Lao Shi's quote comes to mind: ren fei shen xian, shu neng wu guo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19. I'm just busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20. I will grow to like HCI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;21. I can do something to improve the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;22. That's how I feel, not what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;23. I am beyond their level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;24. Everybody does that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;25. I am just listing my troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel like comforting myself. I feel down. I don't want to stay in this kind of murky stituation. I want to change for the better. I want to be a person who lives without regrets. I want to be a person who everyone respects. I would like to be nice to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yet it all happens in dreams, not reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113897876376354785?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113897876376354785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113897876376354785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113897876376354785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113897876376354785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/pessimistic.html' title='Pessimistic'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113889373600079493</id><published>2006-02-02T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:22:16.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was okay. No, I shall talk about today, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it's a horrible day. Art-found out I forgot my art work-left it at home. So I 'borrowed' one (You CANNOT call something as simple as taking a piece of art work stealing-oh well &gt;_&lt;). HEY HEY. I did NOT copy the work okay? The Guo lao shi (to F5 your memory, he's my art teacher)'s homework was to draw some rubbish in boxes predrawn by a template.  So I went to take note of the measurements. I'm so proud of myself-hahz. The only problem was in one box you had to do a collage. Ah well, no one would know if a few pieces of newpapers were missing-hahz.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for photo-taking. I am still without my specs. Ahh. So next time if you happen to see my class photo don't be surprised to see a boi-boi staring at you with his tiny eyes. I was like...do you know the feeling when you go to a informal party in a tux? Well, that's how I feel-I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. I'll say something about that later. Anyways, Then we had P.E. How I wish I have asthma or something that can allow me to squirm out of this horrible subject. I know, I am such a spoilsport. And I should say things like that-there are people who will willingly exchange places with me. But stuff like that often pop in my head. I just don't like running-especially in my class. I feel marked down. I don't like this feeling. It's not that I always finish last-it's just that I pull my entire class's average down. I always feel I got assigned to the wrong class. I'm always muttering to myself "It's a mistake, I shouldn't belong in this class. They are all sporty and run like the wind, while I lag behind. And the worst thing is we are all of the same standard-so I am overall a...I don't know. Under-achiever maybe.  I like to think that if I went to RI I wouldn't have to put up with this kind of stuff, but then again RI might be the same after all. I wonder how Jiheng is doing. I know I'm different from my classmates, even my other schoolmates. It's like I don't understand boys. After all, I never did. I am the weird link, unable to connect with boys and yet the gender gap will sooner or later break down my friendships with female friends. I'm so confused sometimes. It's always seem to me like I'm dealing with some kind of high IQ but zero EQ beings. I know I don't belong, but what can I do? Strange thing is that these thoughts came across my mind when I'm alone-when I'm with my class, I try to blend in, like oil with water. But I can't. It's like I mentally do not want to so-called "lower" my standards...sometimes I really can't fathom it all. All they talk about is soccer, vulgarities(yes they do all the time) and girls. Yes, girls. They seem to regard girls like aliens. And yet...oh never mind. Oh my gosh I overshot! Oh this is a long enough post. Will blog sometime tomorrow-I bet it will be another bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not I am pessimistic, but tomorrow brings no more hope than today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113889373600079493?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113889373600079493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113889373600079493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113889373600079493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113889373600079493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113863325057393673</id><published>2006-01-30T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:04:29.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>I found out that blogger is going cranky! I was checking my tags when I found 10 same posts! Astonishing! So yours truly has been patiently deleting the posts-hmm. I don't hear thanks. UNGRATEFUL. Hahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay-this has been a slacky day. I watched tv, ate sweets, blogged, edited html but I didn't do anything! My teachers must be mad. Sigh-but at least one good thing happened-Mrs. Chen came online! Then she tagged! Yeah! So I erm edited the profile-it looks nicer than what I SUPPOSED iris did. Then we found out I maligned(yea, Mrs. Chen will be proudXD) iris. SORRY! but I did post an apology. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this short post will end. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah.postscript:Mrs. Chen, there's no need to include your email in every tag.&lt;br /&gt;Postpost script:seems like iris have not found out my copyblog yet! hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113863325057393673?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113863325057393673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113863325057393673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113863325057393673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113863325057393673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113853243900194297</id><published>2006-01-29T02:42:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T03:00:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of CNY!</title><content type='html'>Well, well. My first day of CNY! Woke up at 1 something in the pm...coz yesterday night stayed up... Then was dragged to my uncle's house again... played cards again! Once I got 3 2s... wasn't that lucky?! Hahz...remind menot to be a gambling addict. No real money larrs. Then I stuffed myself...got quite a lot of red packets...(I don't like to use 'ang pow' or 'hong pao'...itz like an insult to han4 yu3 pin1 ying1...I know...paradoxing myself...haha) Then my bro addicted to Age of Empires again(I played that game when I was like primary 3) So I stole his key then walked home.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm currently chewing those tasty fruit tree grape flavoured sweets...so nice!then blogging while listening to wenxi's blog song 'I don't need you now'. 3o minutes before I was trying to play that game 'SilkroadOnline'...but the game server quite erratic...logged me off so I was like tempted to uninstall it to threaten it to work...computers will be computers... Then totally fed up with the pop-up ads...SIGH! So now trying to find something to do. Oh yes. TAG REPLIES! Oh moi sis is back...I go open the door.Oh my aunt and uncle here(maternal side). Where was I? Oh yes...tag replies!*btw, my sis stole my sweets...! sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until then that I know I have only 1 miserable tag I haven't replied. Hahz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relmo} I really seriously dunno lorrs. sob.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decide to compose my list of favourite blogs. Firstly!&lt;br /&gt;Iris-Nice skin with almost daily post! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Amelia-Lots of posts! Great!&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan-Started posting already! Good!&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene-At least she posts! But her pw is so ma fan.&lt;br /&gt;Relmo-secret blog, some posts, ok skin, overall ok. Ha! Will she be mad!&lt;br /&gt; Well, there you go. Others are dead blogs. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I go class blog post liao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113853243900194297?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113853243900194297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113853243900194297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113853243900194297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113853243900194297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-of-cny_113853243900194297.html' title='First day of CNY!'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113844634586836083</id><published>2006-01-28T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:50:24.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff</title><content type='html'>Whoots. I learned how to play 'chio tai chi' 2day. dunno whether i have spelt it correctly, but I kept getting the spades od 2 and that's like the highest card and my brother and cousin was like so envious. I won only one round larrs. My uncle was like snubbing me with his ever winning tatic WITHOUT the spades of 2. heck, I don't even even what's a full house and a royal flush blah blah.(btw, royal flush made me think of the toilet in buckingham palace)&lt;br /&gt;And I made a copyblog! starring iris's blog! haha! let's hope she don't sue me.=/. &lt;a href="http://copy-blog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://copy-blog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I added a surprise in my links. mouse over them.XDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113844634586836083?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113844634586836083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113844634586836083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113844634586836083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113844634586836083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-stuff.html' title='fun stuff'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113837871190196359</id><published>2006-01-27T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:19:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a start. Forgot to do maths and geography homework. ahhs. Did it during the period before flag-raising and recess. I'm so proud of myself that I managed to finish 10 maths questions involving NEGATIVE numbers in 20 minutes. Hooray! Then in the end Mr. Lim CC didn't collect the geography homework. Waste my precious darling time.(I'm getting this disease from irisXD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, still my favourite day (dripdrip with sarcasm so thick a knife could cut it). No Lit, got P.E. and art. Hectic. I didn't do my art, so scribbled some 'art'. Who cares? Art is irregular-nothing is right or wrong. Or so they say. Guo lao shi was like giving my the look again(-refer to first art lesson.)Then PE lorrs. Had to try softball. I'm going to sue the PE teachers soon. Their added age is like 200 lorrs. Still play with sticks and balls. Nutcases. Then had to run 3 rounds. They are officially inhumane. Oh how I hate art and PE;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript-saw Mr kent cheong the zip teacher. burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the DAY. CNY celebrations! Ai, HCI boring one. some old thing. Then there's this 'squeeze orange competition' ICK. GROSS! Then Alex got invited. Oh man how did I feel-I was plain jealous! Alex has became an instant favourite in HCI-while me, I am now a lowly chairman with a feeble reputation and horrible class. Ahhs. I feel so small. When I got back into PCPS I was like putting on my cap and a lot of EVIL people keep stealing it. Only then can I feel that kind of nice warm feeling again where I don't need to meet idiots around me and everybody likes me-I'm so desperate for release from that horrid sec school. How I hate irritating people. Argh. Then I helped the GO people like the old days. Then went up for concert. I'm so happy but too bad Mrs. Lim and Mrs. Chen are not feeling well and on M.C.&lt;br /&gt;Then the anti-climax is that I went home. Boo-hoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Had to clean up. Buaiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113837871190196359?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113837871190196359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113837871190196359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113837871190196359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113837871190196359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113810468404886922</id><published>2006-01-24T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:11:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Well, turned out that Mrs. Chu the science teacher is sick with fever and flu. Oh well, better send her a get-well-soon-email. Then Mrs. Mok  my consortium director came in to relief Mrs. Chu. My class was super noisy and I was just doing my geography work the  she scolded us but overall she quite nice and she is trying to memorise all the students from ProEd. Whoots. She does this every year by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mum wanted me to get home by 4. So after band I was like rushing then I saw some classmates I don't like.  So I forgot to cross NY there and caught a 157. So I was like after one stop then remember so too lazy to walk back. Then I saw this HCI Sec 4(sec4 wear long pants) listening to MP3 and reading a book called Rubicon(see my memory so good...at remembering junk stuff). Then I was like sit sit till 157 reached BOON LAY...What?! That means I have to take MRT lorrs. Took for like 2 hours. XD. Went to wenxi house to pass her the collar pin she was begging me for.  Then took MRT home again then when I reached home it was like 5 lorrs...but I told my mum liao so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wa...a lot of stuff to do. Decided against changing my skin. The current one looks nice lorr.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113810468404886922?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113810468404886922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113810468404886922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113810468404886922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113810468404886922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113803292219594885</id><published>2006-01-23T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:15:22.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilairious</title><content type='html'>Today was the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNIEST DAY EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Allow me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of the day was not so funny. I came early to decorate the classroom. After decorating it, my friend and I decided to put 'curtains' in a misguided spark of genius. Ended up with everyone saying it looked like that kind of movie the gu3 zhuang1 pian4 ji4 yuan4. I was like exasperated and laughing too.&lt;br /&gt;Then today suppose to have assembly, but cancelled so the Chinese teacher took over and we had to write zuo4 wen1. I was like 'what?!' coz' I didn't bring my dictionary. Argh! But still I'm quite pleased with myself, wrote 4 pages(with a lot of worng worrds...ahem). Then the funny part came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having IS then the teacher Mr Kent Cheong was like talking talking and then I was sitting at the front row. So I noticed that...he &lt;strong&gt;DIDN'T ZIP HIS ZIPPER!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my, it was like his fly was WIDE OPEN and we could see his...*btw I'm now laughing like mad* underwear! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. It was like in full view and we could see(a lot of people noticed and were giggling and he kept blah blah-ing)the exact details...which I shan't elaborate.XD And he kept going in that direction that shows off that particular erm...clothing.*HAHAHAHAHAHHA I mad liaox* So I was deciding whether to tell him or not. I don't want to tell him leh. Later he like look down how? Then if I don't say he will *send me to a madhouse* most probably walk into the staff room and the female teachers will...OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG . So in the end after the lesson my friend and I was like standing in front of him and walking and a boy came and we told him to tell him...alll the way I was like a mad man laughing all the way down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I told this to alot of people including Tim and Xu Jie in the moelc library and the librarian gave us that 'look'.&lt;br /&gt;Then after class I went to the band trials...actually I confirmed in liao then I was like helping the seniors with the recruiting...while practising the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Wenxi on the bus...forgot her collar pin...drats. She went home later then she go MOELC while I went there straight.&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese I all forget liao then the Jap teacher(Pang Sensei) scolded me. ='(&lt;br /&gt;I smsed wenxi to wait for me but she didn't switch on her handphone. Then later she called back and apologised...*_*&lt;br /&gt;Then my bag sling fell off...dunno what happened... so i tied it up ....sigh.Then I went home. Found my science textbook is missing. Looked high and low. Blamed my brother(I can be very unreasonableXD) and accused him of hiding it in his pants(I gong liao) then sang then tried spinning a wheel but didn't work, WA! The science teacher said if didn't bring must photocopy whole chapter. WA!I even tried opera dancing to lure the book out. I was utterly convinced that somehow a person mailed it to Indonasia and put it in a safe and threw it in the river. (that sounds so unjiasheng...but it's true! Hahz) I don't care. Someone get my book back.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered the last science lesson the science teacher borrowed my book. Maybe she didn't return it to me! Please let it be this way...everyone please bless me...^_*&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113803292219594885?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113803292219594885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113803292219594885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113803292219594885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113803292219594885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/hilairious.html' title='Hilairious'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113794043867552340</id><published>2006-01-22T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:33:58.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin be my name.</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. everyone scold me, I deserve it. I have not blogged for like a week minus a day. Sin be my name! May the blog god strike me dead! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had science. Forgot to bring a lot of things for the lab period.(We have double science so we use this as lab lesson) Nothing muchy. Lalalaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature! Had to collect stuff. Busy day. Then met Qiqi for 3rdLan again, chatted a lot. Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to run 2.4km in the track in the hot sun in under 10 minutes. Are they joking?! I will sue them! ARGH!!!! I must be psycho! But I ran, and when I ran, kept thinking of rebecca writing the wrong word(I have forgotten what word it was-it was during the period after psle and everyone was slacky then me sylvia and rebecca was like chatting and she was writing something then I think I said something then rebecca wrote that down) I was laughing then and you must be feeling weird to see jiasheng laughing while running on the track half gasping and half dying. Anyway, I took turn thinking of the 6A05 then it occupied my mind so I didn't notice I finished the 2.4. WOW! I usually don't pass this kind of things then I was like WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW when I found I passed. 8.35min. Hooray! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a perfectly horrible day. I woke up looking for my maths worksheet and history assignment. And my pencil box. Couldn't find them. Salvaged a few pens. Decided to photocopy worksheet. Dread. I was singing to myself 'This is a perfectly horrible day' the whole day. And you know what, the other classes all put up their CNY stuff and all our class had was 2 miserable lanterns swaying in the wind. I, as the chairman, is naturally blamed, SIGH! Oh, well. I managed to survive. Then I need to go for the orientation for Group B EP3(that's CCA for you) But I no need to go actually, the band roped me in liao. Coz' my band member Edwin kept telling the band I will be joining the band...He actually my junior but he older so...I also dunno what to say. So I was like disinterested the whole thing...it ended at 6PM...so late. Then I went home lorrs. As simple as that. Changing my skin soon.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113794043867552340?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113794043867552340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113794043867552340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113794043867552340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113794043867552340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/sin-be-my-name.html' title='Sin be my name.'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113748290217163269</id><published>2006-01-16T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:28:22.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the lazy pig.</title><content type='html'>Do you believe that a zombie is roaming HCI? The rumour is spreading all around, and only I know who is it.&lt;br /&gt;It's me. =) I'm so tired that if you look from afar, you can see a zombie-like person walking. Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I left my homwork to the eleventh hour. Actually, the 5th hour. I worked till 5 o' clock, so at 5 which I normally wake up I had to go to school. The bottom line is-I didn't get to sleep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT ALL. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Luckily only got CL, Lit and IS. But got Assembly. OMG OMG OMG OMG. I will fall asleep for sure, I tell you. It's like 18 degrees and the chairs in the auditorium is so nice and comfy. And the speakers all went through training by Mr A. Tan(That's my history teacher) so they provide the best environment-to nap! It was torture, 2 hours of it. I nodded off a lot of times. The Sec1 level mistress was staring at me. I had to go to the washroom to wash my face. After splashing my face with water, I went back to the auditorium. Argh! My face which was damp with water almost froze. One good thing was the stinging sensation kept me awake for the rest of the session.&lt;br /&gt;Then at IS we got our ivle password. Went to the library to revise Japanese. Went to take bus to MOELC. Saw Qiqi there. And Zining. And Xu Jie. And Wenxi. Chatted a lot. (FYI, the next day when I went to class my classmates said they saw me pao4 niu1...-_-" C'mon larrs... no offence though, Qiqi.) Then got Japanese...till 6.30.  Told Wenxi to wait for me-we ended late coz got dictation(gasp!). Then we talk talk talk...I warned her about her NPS(Not-posting-syndrome) at her blog...in fact most of you I warn liaos. Then I went home, fell asleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.15...crap. I was in my uniform when I woke up. Argh. Had to transfer the buttons over. Then very hungry...didn't eat dinner. Ate some toast. Went to school.&lt;br /&gt;I got double science...went lab. Learn bunsen burner. Didn't bring a lot of things...files, test tubes. Oh no. She was like angry then later she relaxed a bit. We learned about numbers in maths*duh*. No, as in whole numbers, natural numbers, interger numbers, positve, nagative, odd, even, real, imaginary, plus plus. I quite like maths now, though I'm still weak in it. Chinese we learned shu1xing4. I hate it. I don't like shu1 xing4, I always write wan2 chen2 pian1 zhang1 1...or ming4 ti2. anyway, we going to write*at last!* shu1 xing4 tomorrow, so I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;We did a composition today. Or rather a diary entry. Got 3 choices. 1 is forget liao...2 is diary entry for disastrious results...3 is also forgot liao*sigh*. So i wrote about the time I got 63 for maths. ='( It was during term 1 I think. I think I going to fail that 1. I'm suppose to write 1 entry, but I wrote 2. *sigh again*&lt;br /&gt;Well, adios. Maybe going to pcps later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113748290217163269?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113748290217163269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113748290217163269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113748290217163269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113748290217163269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-lazy-pig.html' title='Me, the lazy pig.'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113729171928323624</id><published>2006-01-14T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:21:59.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia</title><content type='html'>Whoopee. I'm reading 'The Chronicles of Narnia'. In case you all dunno,(I seriously don't) Lewis wrote 'The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe' first, before writing 6 more books, and altogether they became 'The Chronicles of Narnia'. I'm reading the third book now, 'The Horse and His Boy'.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great book. Try reading it. I think I'm addicted to literature. =P&lt;br /&gt;Postscipt: Anyone seen a book called 'Jane Eyre'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113729171928323624?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113729171928323624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113729171928323624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113729171928323624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113729171928323624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/chronicles-of-narnia.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113716291782625104</id><published>2006-01-13T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:36:58.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great accomplishment</title><content type='html'>I feel like a person owing someone money. Half of me feeling guilty for not posting, while the other half wished no one will notice. Anyway, I have not updated for quite a while so...where did I last stop...? Oh, I undated till tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much. Did I tell you the geography teacher is called Mr. Lim C.C. Gosh, that sound like someone we know in pcps...Literature again! Praise the Literature God! Hooray! Hooray! But settled some admin matters, so it was quite boring.='( Oh, I have been appointed the Lit rep. For every subject there's a rep, I think all sec schs have this system right. So I shan't elaborate. I promised you all the history lesson, so:&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say Mrs Chu and our history teacher can agree to everything. If you don't understand, try looking for an idiom with the same meaning...=P He just handed out notes for us to read. Hmm...not what you would call interesting. And I shall answer the life-long question: Is history boring?&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 answers. In order to get an ace mark for my history, I must answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;History is a study of Man's(&lt;/em&gt;so sexist right? bleah.&gt;_&lt;)&lt;em&gt;past, and by learning from the past, we can avoid mistakes made by the people who lived before us. It is interesting to know what people did, their lifestyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and their culture. We can also learn about the history of our rich heritage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this answer will gurantee you a full mark. To speak the truth however, it is:*drum roll...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLAIN BORING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And teachers in Hwa Chong love to use powerpoint slides. They can't live without it. History lessons thrive on it. Even Literature. Boo-hoo. List of teachers who use powerpoint:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs. Kee(Literaure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kent Cheong(InfoComm Studies-duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs. Chu(Science)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr. Lim(Geography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr. A. Tan*to avoid confusion with our form teacher Mr Tan G.C.*(History)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is now my &lt;strong&gt;OFFICIAL BAD LUCK-CUM-MOST-HATER-CUM-HORRIBLE DAY! &lt;/strong&gt;I'll tell you why. First of all-NO Literature! Wail... Secondly-Art lesson!*makes me miss Mr. Tong-his lessons so fun='(*I hate art. Next-there's this dreaded P.E.-as-a-consortium-lesson. Drats. Music-nuetral, but I still prefer Mdm. Yap's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Art lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to settle some admin matters so it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PE lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chose people for sports CCAs. None of my concern then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys keep fooling around.  Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was an average day. What a relief. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a bad start. Seems like yesterday's bad luck was postponed to today. Waa. I know, I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.30 in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;morning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Arranged some files. Suddenly remembered had to type out the seating plan. (It was 5.00 when I realised that.) Lucky my typing speed relatively improved. Wanted to print. No paper. Got paper. Paper stuck.*I'm starting to believe in that transfer luck theory...&gt;_&lt;*Arghkology.  Bad mood. Cursing the printer.(Things like: you old junk! stupid! unprintable! short-circuit! No ink! well that ought to work on a printer...-_-")Mum then got my thumbdrive to save and then print at her laptop's fax machine/printer/photocopy machine/scanner. Wowie.  As i said, I was in a terrible mood. And people who know me would know that when Jiasheng gets in a bad mood, you should get into a bomb shelter. Hahz.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got the classroom key, i fidgeted with it and the key label broke into half. T_T. Someone must be cursing me. I didn't walk under a ladder. I didn't break a mirror. A black cat didn't cross my path. This must be what we call '!"£$%%^&amp;*!"??!@@@"!£!£!" Get what I mean? Luckily the bad luck stopped by the time lesson starts. And there's literature again! Fabulous. We talked about shape poems and she showed us a poem called   'The Spell of Creation'. There it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Raine (1908--2003), English poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell of Creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the flower there lies a seed,&lt;br /&gt;Within the seed there springs a tree,&lt;br /&gt;Within the tree there spreads a wood.&lt;br /&gt;In the wood there burns a fire,&lt;br /&gt;And in the fire there melts a stone,&lt;br /&gt;Within the stone a ring of iron.&lt;br /&gt;Within the ring there lies an O.&lt;br /&gt;Within the O there looks an eye,&lt;br /&gt;In the eye there swims a sea,&lt;br /&gt;And in the sea reflected sky,&lt;br /&gt;And in the sky there shines the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Within the sun a bird of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Within the bird there beats a heart,&lt;br /&gt; And from the heart there flows a song,&lt;br /&gt;And in the song there sings a word.&lt;br /&gt;In the word there speaks a world,&lt;br /&gt;A word of joy, a world of grief,&lt;br /&gt;From joy and grief there springs my love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, my love, there springs a world,&lt;br /&gt;And on the world there shines a sun&lt;br /&gt;And in the sun there burns a fire,&lt;br /&gt;Within the fire consumes my heart&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart there beats a bird,&lt;br /&gt;And in the bird there wakes an eye,&lt;br /&gt;Within the eye, earth, sea and sky,&lt;br /&gt;Earth, sky and sea within an O&lt;br /&gt;Lie like the seed within the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I call beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Added section&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally finished the class blog! pcps6a2005.blogspot.com. I feel so proud of myself. My only worry is that the song, zhen xia de ying hua wouldn't play. Sigh. My computer's speaker so unstable larrs. Never mind, all of you just send me the email. I will reply ASAP. You know, when I feel down, I would stand right up again just by remembering you guys. Creating this blog makes me feel more alive. I hope 30 years down the way, all of you would still remember the joky guy who makes lame jokes, just like I would remember you people.&lt;br /&gt;*Did that sound lame?*=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113716291782625104?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113716291782625104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113716291782625104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113716291782625104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113716291782625104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-accomplishment.html' title='A great accomplishment'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113687973832941819</id><published>2006-01-09T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:59:34.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumimasen</title><content type='html'>I am so terribly sorry! I owe you people 5 posts altogether! Really busy. Sometimes I wonder if a post a day is too much. Nonetheless...here's the owed posts...*have to rack my memory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1-Friday last week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...nothing much, but we had literature lessons. I LOVE them. Decided literature will be my favourite subject. Goodbye, Chinese. Move away, Science. Farewell, English. Welcome, literature!Hooray! Ok, the literature teacher (Mrs. Kee) was very nice...she introduced herself...then she told us literature includes a lot of things...like music, advertisments, classics...so on and forth. Basically it's a study about understanding and appreciating what message something and someone is conveying.(Gosh that sound so deep.) Anyway, I like it at the start. Then she told us about a song called 'No Charge'...lyrics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy came into the kitchen this evenin' while I was fixin' supper,&lt;br /&gt;And he handed me a piece of paper he'd been writin' on.&lt;br /&gt;And after wipin' my hands on my apron I read it, And this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;For mowin' the yard: five dollars;&lt;br /&gt;And for makin' my own bed this week:- one dollar;&lt;br /&gt;An' goin' to the store: fifty cents;&lt;br /&gt;An' watchin' little brother while you went shoppin': twenty-five cents;&lt;br /&gt;For takin' out the trash: one dollar;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' a good report card: five dollars;&lt;br /&gt;And rakin' the yard: two dollars;&lt;br /&gt;Total owed: fourteen seventy-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stood there lookin' at him expectantly,&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand mem'ries flashed through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up the pen, an', turnin' the paper over,&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nine months I carried you, Growin' inside me: no charge;&lt;br /&gt;For the nights I've sat up with you, Doctored you, prayed for you: no charge;&lt;br /&gt;For the time and the tears, And the cost through the years, there's no charge;&lt;br /&gt;When you add it all up, The full cost of my love is no charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nights filled with dread, And the worry ahead: no charge;&lt;br /&gt;For advice and the knowledge And the cost of your college: no charge;&lt;br /&gt;For the toys, food and clothes and for wipin' your nose, There's no charge, son&lt;br /&gt;When you add it all up, The full cost of my love, is: no charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when he finished readin' he had great big ol' tears in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And he looked up at me and he said, "Mama, I sure do love you."&lt;br /&gt;Then he took the pen, and in great big letters.&lt;br /&gt;He wrote: "PAID IN FULL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you add it all up, The cost of real love is: no charge.&lt;br /&gt;(She only told us...I had to search it from the net...see I so guai=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? Anyway, she gave out 3 assignments(gasp!) for the first lesson. Never mind...I love literature.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2-Last Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired from the week I slept the whole day. You guys and girls have the right and privilege to call me 'pig'. Oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day3-Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at popular for my files...I need at least 7 for my subjects...and they want ring files...we went to courseway point(izzit spelt this way?) at woodlands...bought a lot...I chose a brown one for history(I will tell you people about history the next lesson)muHAHAHA. Hmmm. Then bought 10 rolls of...NOT toilet paper larr. orange wall paper... for my classroom notice board. Otherwise nothing much. I realise my blogs getting more and more anti-english LEH. Oh well, sorry Mrs. Chen and my new EL teacher Mrs. Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day4-Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway on the bus then forgot the wallpaper. Crap. Never mind... Actually if I turn back and get them still plenty of time...but I too lazy.(PIG!PIG!) Had literature again! Whoots. Settled some admin matters...Then got 2 hour long assembly. Yawn. It was darn crap cold frigid freezing artic(notice I didn't use 'damn'...Mrs. Kee don't like it...Actually I don't think she will approve of darn, but...I wouldn't use it next time.=x) Kept falling asleep...the level head going around...she is da...erm extremely fierce...as in roar roar...if you know what I mean...XD. It rained, so I ate lunch in school...then found out there's another way out without getting wet...then saw al al at the bus stop(that's althea for you...) Anyway we chatted on the bus and soon it was time to go. We alighted at the same bus stop. Found out sylvia and janelle and others all got 3rd language...I also got lorr...but mine at 4.30pm. Actually hwa chong got bus ($1 per trip...1-way only)but my books at home so have to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Took a short nap...haha, SHORT NAP. Woke up late...at 4.15. Brilliant. Took a taxi...Luckly just in time...we learned some basic japanese...aiueo,then basic greetings. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5-Today, Hari Raya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 something...so tired...practised some japenese...there's another lesson tomorrow. So far nothing happens YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, satisfied? Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113687973832941819?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113687973832941819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113687973832941819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113687973832941819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113687973832941819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/sumimasen.html' title='Sumimasen'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113644682297408342</id><published>2006-01-04T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:40:23.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my subjects...except PE.='( Bleah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, today after flag-raising, after reading period, we got art, but no one know where the art room is, lucky the art teacher called Mr. Kwek was there. Whew. He's erm...to say the least funny. The strange kind of funny, not the 'haha' kind. -_-" He said during class we use chinese to communicate, and we call him Guo lao shi. Then art projects which are English-related then we talk in English. Then Chinese assignments use Chinese...told you he was weird.Then we had the AEP selection test... I don't even want to get in the Art elective programme...Then he told us to draw our hand, that is, if you use your right hand to draw, you draw your left hand and vice versa. And we have to hold something. I just grabbed a scissors and started sketching. Did I mention I suck at art? I sure do. In the end, our darling guo lao shi gave me that pitiful look you give to orphans. What a great way to start the day. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PE was absolutely horrendous. We had to change into PE attire, then after PE class change back. So after art guo lao shi let us off late! How kind. So I hurriedly changed and had to lock the classroom door. In the end went KKH late. The whole class was late already anyway. We have P.E. as a consortium(sec 1s only I think.) so there are this 4 old fools(Oh well, we shan't be rude.)Erm-hm, this 4 nice old fools who are very nice ^_^barking at us...and I didn't pass the must-run-60m-in-9.5-secs-test. Boo-hoo-hoo! Who cares, everyone know how FAT I am anyway. Sports and stuff definitely not my type. Ick. Then they eat into our recess(PE is 1 period before recess) so our recess cut half. Then I still have to run back to the classroom to unlock the door for my class to come in.  While suffering stiches. *something in my mind tells me I gotta lose weight&gt;_&lt;* After that I looked at the clock and said in a seemingly Mr. Incredible-fashioned line: I still got time-to buy a marker. So 5 minutes from English class, I ran to the bookshop.Again, I misjudge the size of HCI and had to run up and down.Arghkology.When I came in, the english teacher was here already. Her name's Mrs. Jaya. Heard from my seniors' that she's that kind of no-nonsense type. Uh-oh. Lucky half the class was not here yet. Then she gave me the 'look'(hey! I got stabbed twice already!). She told me to lock the back door so the late-comers will have to come by the front. After that the other half of the class started coming(or straggling, she says)in. Although it started with a sour note, I could still see she's a very capable teacher. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Then our dear my form teacher started clearing the admin matters. Fast forward---Science lesson. This teacher was like striding in. Then on the timetable it says Chia WL, but when she introduced herself, I found out she was married, that is, Mrs. Chu-Chia Wei Ling. I was sooooo surprised. Don't get me wrong, to put it nicely, she have to look up to look at Jun Rong. You know what I mean. She used to teach in a JC.Ooh. She's a very fun teacher, but she assigned homework on the first lesson. She did give us a weekend to complete it though.&lt;br /&gt;Music was equally fun, but the boys keep cracking up(literally)so...overall it was nice. The teacher Mrs. Chan was very fun but I feel kinda left out. ='(&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113644682297408342?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113644682297408342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113644682297408342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113644682297408342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113644682297408342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-my-subjectsexcept-pe-bleah.html' title='I love my subjects...except PE.=&apos;( Bleah.'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113635865088885203</id><published>2006-01-03T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:10:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same old syndrome</title><content type='html'>Today is definitely not my favourite day. Reached school at 0600HRS. Crap. School starts at 7.15. Then I read some of the IS book.By the way, if you don't understand some of my abbreviations, I will explain them later.&lt;br /&gt;At 7.10, I found the people from other classes start filing out then my class still like dumb dumb like that. So I had to rush them into the terraces for flag -raising. Then went to GO to ask for Peter for the keys. Turned out he's not here, but I can take the keys. Have to sign a form though. Sigh...Security so tight here. In PCPS I can go as I please, go GO take keys don't even have to ask. ='(&lt;br /&gt;Locked the classroom, then joined my class. Then this two people was talking:&lt;br /&gt;"You taking what 3rd language?"&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese,"(he pronouced japanese japan-niece)&lt;br /&gt;So I corrected,"jair-pern-niece"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a stupid act. He whipped his head back and gave me that look that could kill. Humph. Doesn't pay to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;Then same old, went to the audi for discipline briefing. The discipline master's Mr. Jeffrey Lim(hmmm.Reminds me of a certain person in PCPS=P)So blah blah...all discipline briefings are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we got our time-table. It's ridiculous! Well actually just hard to read. It shows this for example:&lt;br /&gt;IS Kent&lt;br /&gt;MA YapKP&lt;br /&gt;LE ChuaKL&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that the IS,MA,LE are short for InfoComm Studies,Mathematics,Literature English, so on and forth. Then the names beside it are the teachers who teach the subject. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to listen to stuff. Useless stuff. We got computer stuff later on and this irritating person keep coming up to me to ruin whatever-I'm-doing. Grrr...that's what make my blood boil. Oh, and I got a new nickname-extra. figure that out yourself. Well I guess it's called retribution. Ya ya, laugh all you can. I doubt so though. I see so far only sylvia. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113635865088885203?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113635865088885203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113635865088885203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113635865088885203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113635865088885203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/same-old-syndrome.html' title='The same old syndrome'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113629999838332783</id><published>2006-01-03T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T07:34:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complete Adventures of me and my first day at HCI...-_-"</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I have to warn you this would be a very long post so...erm... oh never mind.&lt;br /&gt;So continued from the last post, I didn't get to sleep the whole night so when 0500hrs came, I made some breakfast(sandwiches) and woke my sister up. Then I walked all the way from lorong 7 to lorong 6 to catch the bus. With my bag which weighs approximately a ton. Oh great. Caught the bus, then about 25minutes later got there. When I entered the campus and checked the map(it was included in the 'survival guide' given during the orientation...lame if you ask me)and found I stumbled into the JC section. Brilliant. And so I cut through all the way and (bless that clock tower) found my way out. It was quite creepy by the way, very dark(only about 6.15 when I got there). Anyway, I hanged(hung? My English's atrocious after the break)around the classroom block. My class's 1F by the way, I saw Alex in 1A. Randomly sorted, I think. Then we went to Kah Kee Hall(KKH for short) which is just a fancy name for a hall. Tan Kah Kee was the school's founder. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, erm we got led to the terraces for the flag-raising ceremony. We got 'introduced' to the school and the band played the school song and national anthem. The tempo for the National Anthem was way too fast, so we ended up singing it in 30 seconds. Then less than a handful of the Sec 1s actually know how to sing the school song(I admit it! I also dunno.=P) Did I mention the pledge was swiftly recited too? Then the principal started speaking, not too bad, not too long-winded. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed, for those who don't know, HCI is based on a 'school within school' thingy, so there are 4 consortiums(just like houses in PCPS), only that it's like the As to Ds, for all 4 levels, are in 1 consortiums. So 1A,1B,1C,1D,2A,2B,2C,2D,so on and so forth for the secs 3s and 4s are in 1 consortium. So namely, the consortiums are:&lt;br /&gt;A-D:Aphelion&lt;br /&gt;E-H:ProEd&lt;br /&gt;I-K:Ortus&lt;br /&gt;L-N:iSpark&lt;br /&gt;Postscript:the iSpark people are the Gifted Plus people&lt;br /&gt;So me as a ProEdian went to the auditourium for our consortium assembly. A consortium also have their own group of teachers, and different consortiums will have different activities.&lt;br /&gt;So we got to know more about ProEd, ecetra ecetra.Then every Sec1 class have to perform a skit or song or dance about the ProEd Commitment Pledge. Which a quite lame one but for the sake for the people here...&lt;br /&gt;A ProEdian:&lt;br /&gt;1)Conducts himself with appropriate decorum at all times.&lt;br /&gt;2)Respects his own and others' right to learn.&lt;br /&gt;3)Ensures a conducive study environment for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;4)Is puntual for all engagements and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;5)Participate actively and positively in the learning process&lt;br /&gt;6)Is responsible for his actions&lt;br /&gt;7)Respects his, others' and school property&lt;br /&gt;8)Walks his talk(fancy name for do what you say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Mr. Charles Low told us to memorise it. Dang. I hate memorising.&lt;br /&gt;He proposed an efficient way:&lt;br /&gt;This passenger goes a the ProEd bus. So this CONDUCTer(1st line) say must send a REP(respect, ensure, puntual) or else the government(PAP, Participate actively and positively) will get you. And be responsible(for your actions) and respect(his, other's and school property). Otherwise, you get out of the bus and walk(your talk).&lt;br /&gt;LAME. But in a nice way..XD.&lt;br /&gt;So my class(as usual) no one wants to do the skit so(darn the instincts)I volunteered myself as the 'director' for the skit. Things turned rather sour during the skit itself, so I rather not talk about it. Hahz. So we got some free oreos as a prize and then we met out form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;He's icky! All dressed in black, big pouch, hairstyle 1980's. Yuks. Then he like to zi4 kua1 zi4 gua1. He's a chinese teacher, about he mixed CL and EL together. Sigh. Champions become Champon. *Knock head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;I got selected as the class chairman(surprise, surprise) which is a fancy name for moniter.&lt;br /&gt;Then he forgot to gave out the timetable so I have no idea what to bring tomorrow. Sigh. For the last bit, we got to attend a IS talk (IS is InfoComm Studies, short for InfomationCommunications Studies. Whew.) So i kept nodding off, remember I ddn't get to sleep last night. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep when I got home. Tata for now. Oh yeah, I gotta get the classroom keys from a person called Peter from the GO.&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113629999838332783?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113629999838332783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113629999838332783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113629999838332783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113629999838332783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/complete-adventures-of-me-and-my-first_03.html' title='The Complete Adventures of me and my first day at HCI...-_-&quot;'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113622346598928415</id><published>2006-01-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T09:40:00.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Wreck</title><content type='html'>Time now:0123HRS. Argh! I just can't sleep! In a few hours time I would have to go to school...my first day. Every time I try to sleep, my mind starts worrying-Did you bring this? Did you bring that? You need to sign this, blah and so on, till my head is cramped with thoughts and worries. Then my heart will commence a race and start pounding against my chest. I got up from bed and found my pillow was sweat-sodden.Ick.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works for me now, I know myself too well. Nonetheless, I took a shower, drank some milk. Then I couldn't find my specs. So I started searching high and low for it, until I woke Dad and Bro up. Ended up organising a search party, calling 'Specsy Specsy where are you??' Quite lame, but what could I do? Sigh...then we gave up. I went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Turned the pillow around to avoid the perspiration side. Counted sheep. Imagined Mrs. Tang in a clown costume dancing. Argh! I will never sleep until I find my specs. So I took a torch and FINALLY found it...at the dresser table. Whew... you know, it is one of these moments that I believe is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta zzz, will keep the blog updated on my first day...buaiz.By the way, keep yours updated too, I would love to read about your first day in secondary school life. *note to self-that line sounded a bit weird*&lt;br /&gt;Just a postscript-quite disappointed no one tagged. *hint hint!*&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113622346598928415?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113622346598928415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113622346598928415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113622346598928415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113622346598928415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/nervous-wreck.html' title='Nervous Wreck'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20216173.post-113613691374396732</id><published>2006-01-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T09:35:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden post...?</title><content type='html'>I'm not too sure how to start. After all, this isn't my very first post, but I have not written a blog in ages so in a sense it's like a new beginning. Funny how time flies so quickly but yet slow enough for us to remember. A new year, a new beginning. I will start afresh at this year, make friends(Although I don't know how. I just don't seem to mix with the boys there),get some great results, and...I don't know. The previous year seem to pass too quickly, and at the end...well I guess it didn't end too well for me. But I'm going to forget the nasty stuff and go on with my life. I know I can make a great impression of myself. This blog should be the mark of my secondary school life. And if I don't post for at least a week, feel free to call me and scream down the phone and ask me to post. Oh well, happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20216173-113613691374396732?l=gherty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/feeds/113613691374396732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20216173&amp;postID=113613691374396732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113613691374396732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20216173/posts/default/113613691374396732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gherty.blogspot.com/2006/01/maiden-post.html' title='Maiden post...?'/><author><name>boi-boi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
