<?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-4367660578696192299</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:15:28.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DuN4sKIVIeAnyThiNgYeT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367660578696192299.post-8053144371655201396</id><published>2010-12-29T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:21:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day as a cyclist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I started my first day of my leave with something different, not exactly the 'BANG!' that I am looking for, but still something different. A bike trip down the ECPCN (Eastern Coastal Park Connector Network). The ECPCN consists of a number of park connectors that run through housing estates, canals, parks and alongside some schools and community centres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ECPCN consists of the following: Siglap Park Connector, Bedok Park Connector, Tampines Park Connector, Pasir Ris Park Connector, Loyang Park Connector, Changi Park Connector, Coastal Park Connector. The route I took consists of the park connectors above, and also includes the cycling track in East Coast Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1035: Arrived at Kembagan MRT Station. Started my journey at some part of Siglap Park Connector. The connector goes alongside the canal and Community Centre. Quick and easy journey, as the route is non-elevated. Caution is needed, as the connector cuts through the HDB carpark entrances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1122: Arrived at Tampines Park Connector. Passed through Bedok Park. Bedok Park is a bit more challenging as compared to Siglap Park Connector as it has a number of up-going slopes. Luckily, it has a number of down going slopes too, which makes the trip through it more relaxing. By that time, I made a mistake of entering Bedok Reservoir Park, thinking that it would link me to Sun Plaza park, which was located at Tampines Park Connector. After reaching the end of the cycling track in the reservoir, I realised my mistake and had to turn back, only to find the PCN (Park Connector Network) sign directing me away from Bedok Reservoir. It took me to opposite of Tampines Safra, Tampines MRT station, then to Sun Plaza park. Had a brake change at the PCN Pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1202: Reached Pasir Ris Park. The track from Sun Plaza park to Pasir Ris park is pretty easy going too, running alongside the canal (I think its called Tampines River?) and some HDB flats and finally to the entrance of Pasir Ris park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1320: Reached Loyang Park Connector. After cycling to both ends of Pasir Ris Park, thinking that either end would link me to Changi Beach, I realised that I did not even need to enter Pasir Ris Park at all! Wasted some time running about, trying to find the PCN sign. Until I saw it, RIGHT ON THE GROUND. Pasir Ris park one way, Changi Beach to another. Haiz. Same mistake as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1400: Reached Changi Beach. By this time, I had passed by Changi Village, where I stopped for a toilet break and some refreshments (nope. no food.). Passed by the SAF Ferry terminal too. Last year, a few days after today, I took that ferry to embark on my next journey of life. I enjoyed the sea breeze, and the silence of the beach. Looking over to the sea, there stands Pulau Tekong and the buildings of BMTC. Nostalgic eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1435: Reached East Coast Park. The last park of my journey. Cycling the straight route at Changi was monotonous and painful. Painful for my butt. Nevertheless, I persevered till I reached the start of East Coast Park, where I sat down to rest my ass. East Coast Park is kind of tricky, as there were no PCN signs, only PCN markings on the tracks, which were kind of hard to spot. Other than that, it was populated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1525: Siglap Park Connector again. But this time, to cycle towards Kembagan MRT Station. The journey was quick, fast and painless. Reached home at about 1600+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A tip to those trying out the PCN. Take note of the signs. It would be even better to plan the route beforehand, to prevent one from being lost. PCN is great. My only gripe is the lack of signs at certain Parks. Other than that, it would be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8053144371655201396?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8053144371655201396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8053144371655201396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8053144371655201396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8053144371655201396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-day-as-cyclist.html' title='One day as a cyclist.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-232112946038799745</id><published>2010-12-28T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:18:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave : ON x 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I decided to clear my leave, after some time of laziness. Is it because of me becoming a workaholic? If this was 2 months ago, I would say yes. But for now, each day passes by without much meaning at all. Aimless wandering. Even with the occasional intake of new knowledge, and some tips on tackling human relationships, be it positively or negatively; I need that 'BANG!' everyday. At least some thing worth looking forward to, or some accomplishments. Sadly, the environment does not promote that, but makes it worse. There is an atmosphere of working for the sake of working; finishing the workload in the shortest time would equate to "I've done mah work!!!!! Wootssss!". Finishing a task would just earn this reaction from the superiors - "Do this next...." with an occasional "Why so slow?!". This becomes an endless cycle of mindless working. A show of appreciation would bolster the morale and even make the work look less monotonous, this may make the people happier with their jobs. Which would probably result in better quality in the work done by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tomorrow. After some planning, I've decided to go on a cycling trip to the Eastern PCN (Park Connector Network). Packing a water bottle, a towel, an extra shirt and some spare change. Haven't tried long distance cycling in a long time, I certainly do hope that daily cycling in camp helps in preventing the "painful butt". Going to set some SOS number in advance, just in case some thing happens to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-232112946038799745?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/232112946038799745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=232112946038799745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/232112946038799745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/232112946038799745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/leave-on-x-2.html' title='Leave : ON x 2.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2940727454240144942</id><published>2010-11-07T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:19:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So. I've decided that advanced social networking is not suitable for me; and I've jumped back into the good old primitive way of social networking on the Net. Blogging. Micro blogging on FaceBook was certainly fun and interesting in its own way, but I would rather stick to the old way of recording journal entries into the digital book. It's time to say goodbye to Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is amazing how time flies. 2 more months, and it would be a year that I've entered the army. Life, is kind of mixed now. Bad, as I am helpless in solving my own problems. But it is ok, since most people would hit that stage at least once. I just hope, that I would eventually be able to conquer this helplessness, and move on, to improve my technician skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2940727454240144942?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2940727454240144942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2940727454240144942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2940727454240144942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2940727454240144942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5437191903389683805</id><published>2010-05-17T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:08:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Automatic gearboxxxxesssss!!! It's driving me crazy!!!. The method of learning that I used last time, does not work as well as I intended it to be. Deep understanding on how the thing actually works, is met with skepticism with others. And the speed that the others do the lessons, is fast. Some just dived into the test right after the lecture, and used trial and error to complete the test. Not that it is bad to do that, as the theory lessons does not help that much, as compared to practical lessons. The picture is clearer in the latter. Damn. What should I do? Even HowStuffsWorks does not paint a clear picture for me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5437191903389683805?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5437191903389683805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5437191903389683805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5437191903389683805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5437191903389683805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/automatic-gearboxxxxesssss-its-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-4839209857670544</id><published>2010-05-16T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:49:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roadblock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the problem that I am currently facing now. Roadblock. Stuck in between choices on how to move on in my later life. I am grateful that there is NS to provide me with time to get things sorted out. Even if I have the luxury of time now, I have no clue on what to next. The results were quite unexpected for me, but for consolation, it was an improvement. However, improvements are not enough to get me to the next level of education. The harsh reality of the competition for Unis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So far, 1 rejection letter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that is enough to let me know that it is time to give up and start again next year. With the dateline approaching closer and closer, time to put the hopes on next year. If so, next year would be damn packed, and damn rushed. Considering retaking it, private uni, poly, or even signing on(highly impossible.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Splurged most of my savings on a brand new rig. DX11 gaming is good to be true. I am not used to non-lagging gameplay. Hope I will not get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-4839209857670544?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4839209857670544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=4839209857670544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4839209857670544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4839209857670544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/roadblock.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7127427451437682032</id><published>2010-01-04T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:58:45.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Last BF2 game  ---  checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Last Dota game ---  checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last few hours spent on Anime --- checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last Blog post ---  unchecked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In a hour or so, I will say goodbye to my comfy little home, my lovely computer and my freedom. Many. MANY of my friends, be it online or offline, said that it will be okay anyway. Been hooked back onto BF2 for some time, and joined a casual BF2 clan. Stuffs are going well, an those guys are friendly too. Well, I have nothing more to say, just hope that everything would be fine. Think positive? Heh. i rather think of it neutrally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7127427451437682032?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7127427451437682032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7127427451437682032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7127427451437682032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7127427451437682032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/cya.html' title='Cya.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7442327711887957217</id><published>2009-12-12T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:05:26.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Levels has been a pretty rocky ride, falling into some of the simplest to the rarest traps. Now, it's finally over, and it is time to RELAX! PIA GAME! SLEEP! PIA ANIME! EAT! I just have to wait till next year, to see the results. It's no use speculating now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though my last paper seemed to had ended for a long time, but it's not. It has only been a week and a day. Kinda unfortunate, we were one of the earliest to start our paper (excluding language papers.) and yet we are one of the latest to end it. Well, the worse is, we do not even have the bragging rights to say that our paper is the last one (Quoted from CC). These eight days had been spent mostly on gaming, and watching some youtube videos and animes. Some would ask, "are you planning to work?" or "why aren't you even working?". However, not that I do not want to. I have no wish to sacrifice the already little time I have for enjoyment/playing to work, my NS starts on the 4/1. Less than a month. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. To top it off, my grandpa has been scolding me for not looking for work, while my brother managed to find one. I argued that my brother already had about a month's worth of resting-sum-playing time. He still has 1 more month of holiday, more free than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the major events that occurred during the eight days was -- Prom Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first. And probably the last one that I will ever go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first. And probably the last time that I would ever wear formal clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything is reverted back to ultra-casual, once I reach home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The moment Prom Night came, I could see that approximately 90% of the female students on makeup. And i almost could not recognize them. Luckily...I didn't see any males doing that. Everyone looked so formal. So...Handsome and beautiful. Totally unlike the normal scene you see everyday in school. To me, it was kind of a culture shock, as I do not really frequent places outside my home, my school. Well, it seems that I am more suited at home, looking at the whole through the puny 19" screen. The food was nice. Nicely decorated. Great tasting too. The only gripe. Maybe the quantity is abit too little. The banquets that were normally held during the Hungry Ghost Festivals were comparable in terms of menu items. They were pretty similar. As for the taste, I shall not comment, since most stuffs taste similar (to me). One interesting thing that the MC said: &lt;i&gt;Prom night is defined as loads of phototaking, with the people taking photos with the same person, with the same pose, for ten times.&lt;/i&gt; Not the exact one, from my memory. Like any other prom, there would be post-prom activities. BUT. Like any well-behaved boy, I dashed straight home(maybe limped). &lt;i&gt;Back to my com. Back to my little bed. Back to my family. Back to ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Been hooked up onto Dragonica. Still coming back to BF2 and GE. And waiting for some of my friends to come back to Dota, before i do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway. The coming Monday would be another major event. The F4/1 Chalet. The turnout for the BBQ event looks promising, but the committee laments the fact that the turnout is less than the one organized at HZ's house. &lt;i&gt;This led to some member(s) emo-ing. We also lament the fact that the class is kinda fragmented, with weak links connecting to each other. If we were one big family, things would had been much easier to organize, and to meet up.Sadly no, and some of use wonder why. why?&lt;/i&gt; However, the Chalet segment is disappointing. Not the numbers. But the demographics. It is going to be a &lt;i&gt;gay night. Shit.&lt;/i&gt; Meanwhile we hope that those whom said "No", would come and drop by for a chat or so. Who knows, this might be the last time that you would see each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7442327711887957217?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7442327711887957217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7442327711887957217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7442327711887957217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7442327711887957217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-again.html' title='Back again~'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3749167065653543959</id><published>2009-09-29T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:01:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long long long time no blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously. Too long. Ever since I got hooked onto Facebook and some other stuffs. I seemed to lose interest in it, as time passed. Too much time needed, lack of stuffs...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, Prelims are over. I got back my results. They aren't really satisfactory...and I shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Studying in the afternoon proved to be more effective than studying at night, though I feel more tired in the noon. Somehow, I cannot seem to make good use of the time at night. Neither can i study at home or at other's. Not sure if it's due to the home itself, being a distraction, or I am just picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prelims, to a slight extent, has dampened my moods. It brought back the old nemesis, careless. Too many times, it brought me down, right to the ground, when everything was supposed to be ok. But well, I cannot totally eliminate it, let alone avoiding it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;still not used to blogging after such a long break. Micro-blogging seems much easier and relaxing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sad, no long post. No ideas or time. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3749167065653543959?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3749167065653543959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3749167065653543959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3749167065653543959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3749167065653543959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-long-long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1410835086938734883</id><published>2009-06-26T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:11:23.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been a long time since I've posted something on my blog. About 3 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;2 main reasons. Computing Practical and FaceBook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Computing Practical is coming, so most of the time has been spent there, doing the Mock Practicals, trying to figure how the question is like, how to approach it in the best way available. But then, sad to say that I've slacked in computer programming. My June holidays were not mostly spent on that, and that was of the least concern to me. That is bad. FaceBook is a surprise. Real surprise. I created an FB account just to check on something, though I had found what I needed, I ended up getting hooked onto Mafia Wars and Bejeweled Dexlue. Sigh. I once thought of replacing this blog with FB. Micro-blogging there is pretty fun, and does not take as much time as compared to typing out one full blog post. Well, the ease of putting your thoughts there instantly, uploading pictures and being able to access them straight there, nothing really beats it. My only gripe is the lack of option for customisation the UI and the background. It looks too plain.....to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Studying in the holidays do not go well with me. Struggling........Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1410835086938734883?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1410835086938734883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1410835086938734883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1410835086938734883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1410835086938734883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-long-time-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2014049023090855016</id><published>2009-03-25T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:45:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, never had he felt such confidence after a maths and computing paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ponders, what has he been doing for the past year? Everything that happened in the past, suddenly seemed so cloudy for him. Some people tend to remember what they have done, vividly. But, that does not apply for him. Is that strange? Or normal? He goes back, thinking about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly has he been doing for the past tutorials? He does remember taking down notes. But does not remember that he had not been paying attention while he was taking the notes down. This created a bigger workload for him, as he had to try to understand the concept at home or in the library. And this process is very time-consuming. He did get the job done. But, to his horror, he realised that he did not have enough time to work on his foundation. When the Promos came, he was lucky that he managed to get through, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really been a long time since he felt that familiar confidence at the completion of a maths paper. But that does not signify that his love for maths would come back. Computing was really a surprise as, for the first time, he was not answering the questions with a mind full of doubts. He managed to understand most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Even with all of this confidence, it will certainly be smashed by his greatest-greatest-greatest-unbeatable-unseenble-unnoticeable rival. Carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2014049023090855016?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2014049023090855016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2014049023090855016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2014049023090855016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2014049023090855016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-never-had-he-felt-such-confidence.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1842027335680881578</id><published>2009-03-23T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:35:06.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's been a long time since he blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He officially admits that he needs motivation and help, in the fundamentals of H2 Maths. He used to love maths, and found it fun. But everything changed, when reality crashed down on him. He can't seem to move forward in maths. There seems to be a invisible barrier, preventing him from advancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He needs to find that love for maths back. He has not much time to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;However, it was different for another subject. Physics. He was once going around in circles in Physics, not sure of what to do and just bascially going around in circles, chasing after his own tail. But everything changed too. Reality crashed down on him again. But this resulted in a different kind of effect. He started to love physics more, understood physics more, couls advance more in physics. And now he is loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He needs to maintain this love. Else things will repeat itself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And though tomorrow is his maths paper, he is still infront of his wife, pondering about what topic to study next. Seriously, this is not good. He needs to return, back to the time when he was confident in maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1842027335680881578?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1842027335680881578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1842027335680881578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1842027335680881578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1842027335680881578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-time-since-he-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7647172174221574789</id><published>2009-03-02T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:43:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Current state of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am still alive. And kicking. Just that I am more occupied with my stuffs now. Thing like doing tutorials beforehand, reading Fate/Stay Night Visual Novel, doing C++ coding. The last item has been taking up most of my time now. With the bulk of the time delicated to pulling my hair and crying "wth?" infront of the computer. well. I am still not dead yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will update soon.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7647172174221574789?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7647172174221574789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7647172174221574789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7647172174221574789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7647172174221574789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-state-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-887439049459911198</id><published>2009-02-09T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:10:32.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confused. There is just too much contradictions in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With family, friends and other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After years of education, it has been imbued to my mind that, I should not always to refer to [b]only one source[/b] for information. The information maybe wrong or incorrect. Taking a recent example, my dad is certain that the reason that I could not sleep, was due to my recollections of the games that I had played a while ago. And he claims that this was present from an experiment done by world-renowned scientisits. That is not true. For now, that is. It was...a few years ago. The actual reason as to why I could not sleep, was the phone conversation between me and JH. Thus I could not sleep for some time. Though my dad's intention was to tell me not to play too much games, but he certainly did it in the wrong way. It had went against that "logic" that was imparted to me by the education. Somehow, I am confused now. Though my parents wanted me to listen to them, but there are some facts that I cannot just accept happily without some form of substantiation. Some whom know me, knows that I am the kind that needs to understand facts to the tiniest level. This applies to simple formulas and concepts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not that I do not want to listen to them, but some of them words/instructions just go against my will....And they think I am rebellious due to that. Sigh. Simple things like "switch off the com now and sleep, it's late.", I cannot comply with that most of the time. It is not as if I am playing the computer everyday for long periods of time. That mostly happens on weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-887439049459911198?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/887439049459911198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=887439049459911198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/887439049459911198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/887439049459911198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6891775755320096288</id><published>2009-01-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:57:59.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Firstly, to wish all a Happy Chinese New ( Cow ) Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mooooooo!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will update soon. I am dead beat after returning from M'sia. Hence the late SMS replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6891775755320096288?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6891775755320096288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6891775755320096288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6891775755320096288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6891775755320096288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/moo.html' title='MOO!'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3270822721562510206</id><published>2009-01-03T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:41:17.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since He had nothing to do now, He thought he might as well blog about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He looks at the last blog post. And ignores it. He decided not to continue with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He looks at his pile of homework, and wonders when he would work on it. The holidays are ending soon. GP. He heck care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He is tired. And ends this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3270822721562510206?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3270822721562510206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3270822721562510206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3270822721562510206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3270822721562510206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-he-had-nothing-to-do-now-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-907692048443406250</id><published>2008-12-07T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:50:05.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's get down to Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Tuesday morning started well, I had a buffet breakfast. I repeated the same error again; eating too much. Luckily, the road trip to P.S.B.B Secondary School was a long one, and it provided ample time for me to rest. Due to the lack of rehearsals held before the trip, Ms Padma wanted us to rehearse our performances during the bus ride. Thankfully, the wushu team had got their stuffs right, and we did not had to rehearse on the bus. It is also impossible to do Wushu on the cramped aisle on the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.B.B Secondary School was the second school that we had to visit. We had a short, but interesting chit-chat session with their head librarian. We thought that she was a senior teacher. After that, we were led into classrooms, and attended one maths lesson there. The lesson was on Conics. However, they were still using the old syllabus, so I could not really understand the lesson. But that was at the start. After some help from the student beside me, I managed to understand some of the concepts and attempted on some questions. The students did not have GCs to assist in their calculations, though they were of the same grade as us. The maths teacher was pretty shocked, at that fact we use calculators to do our maths questions. I assumed that she thought that the maths concepts were not placed much emphasis on, due to the prescene of the calculators. Only after some explanations, she began to understand that maths concepts were still taught and emphasized on. But I doubt that she is convinced. We went to their computer labs, science labs. I was impressed by one particular Computer Science student there. He learned some higher level computing skills during his free time, and managed to come up with a sweet program. I was also impressed at the programming skills of the Computer Science students there. The chemistry labs reminded me of the days @ Geylang Bahru, though the labs were much smaller in size and were also much older. The physics labs were pretty small too, and they had apparatus that I had never seen before. That included a stopwatch that is of similar size to the normal alarm clocks. The school there also had a swimming pool, which is half of the normal swimming pools in the public pools here. Swimming is part of the P.E. till Grade 8, where it becomes optional. We were then invited into a conference room, where some of students there showed us the research project that they had done. It was complex. I was lost. Snacks were served too. I should had taken those snacks. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel for buffet lunch. Disaster struck. I started having stomach pains. I did not really enjoy the sight-seeing trip after lunch. It was excruciating. My stomach was constantly hurting, but it hurt even more once in a while. We went to the Planterium to watch a show. I did not really enjoy it much. I was still struggling with my hurting stomach. We went to a catholic church next. And finally the beach. Stomach pain was still on. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take my dinner. I told my teachers that I was sick and took a rest. They got a doctor and some medicine for me. Not long later, I developed a fever. Well, thanks to Amos who also took care of me when i was sick. And thanks to the 2 teachers too. I constantly woke up in the middle of the night, and i was not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-907692048443406250?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/907692048443406250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=907692048443406250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/907692048443406250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/907692048443406250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-get-down-to-day-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7085736509328250219</id><published>2008-12-06T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:59:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okie. Now my post on chennai. Though late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about at the airport. Just the usual photo-takings and the shopping. Shopping at airport is pretty good. The stuffs there are pretty cheap. The Philips Sony Ericsson stereo headset costs about SGD $15. Way cheaper than the usual $30- $40 priced headsets. I should had got one there, but forgot to put the money into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Chennai was about 4hrs. It may seem short to some. But it was definitely long for me. Why? The in-flight entertainment was faulty. I had nothing to entertain myself with. Oh. I still had my MP3 player. And my history notes. There were some doing Sudoku puzzles. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed. Chennai's time zone is GMT + 5.5hrs. That makes the time there slower that SG's by 2 hours and a half. It was about 10+ am there, and the weather is VERY HOT. It was said that the weather there would be around SG's temperature, or even lower. Guess that only appiles to night time. We got onto to a nice tourist bus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incredible India!&lt;/span&gt; That was the slogan. Chairs were nice and comfy. they also had power points! That is cool! Traffic in Chennai is. Of another level. Speed of cars are capped at 60 KM/H, and our bus' one was capped at 40+KM/H. From the airport to the hotel, it was about an hour-long ride. The traffic was close to the state of 水泄不通.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the Hotel. Hotel Comfort Inn Marina Towers. i may have got the name wrong. A 3-star hotel. Newly-renovated. It seriously looked like a 4-star hotel, similar to the one in ZhuHai. Golden smth-hotel. The hotel was guarded by one/two security guards, and a few small ones. Yup, those that attack anyone that is a mammal. I had a buffet-styled lunch. Mix of western and North Indian Crusine. It was delicious. I did skipped certain dishes that I did not know what it was. Overall, they were delicious... ...at the first sight. We had that for every single lunch there, again and again. i ate too much. If I had to perform Wushu later on, I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hotel and began our school visiting tours. St. Johns International Residential School. It is one of the schools that caters to the middle class and high class income families. The students came from all parts of the world. There were some from SG too! The facilities look rundown form the outside. But the insides were.. .. .. The computer lab used state-of-art computer terminals. Every classroom was equipped with a LCD TV, and is used for lessons, replacing the traditional projector-screen combination. The computers were directly connected to the TV itself. I was awestruck. Such a luxury.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, for the students at the age of 17, they study at senior high schools. They take English, Maths, Physics, Chemistry and their Mother Tongue as their subjects. They also have to take an elective subject, either Computing or Biology. The use the older maths syllabus, as they do not use GC there to calculate. The students that I saw were prepared for their lessons and would answer questions very confidently. They are egar to learn. Maybe this is some form of motivation. That is that advantage that they have over some of us. To end off, the students at St johns only pay about SGD $300+ for their school fees, which is more of a private school. They do take Cambridge Exams, but only to O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the end of day 1. It overshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7085736509328250219?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7085736509328250219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7085736509328250219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7085736509328250219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7085736509328250219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8864804313554307545</id><published>2008-12-01T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:26:56.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back from all the travelings in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Chennai. -- checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Malaysia. -- checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, after returning, I felt worse, with itchy red patches appearing on my hands and legs, coughs, and a slight fever. Even when I play games or type something, i can feel the effects of ill health. Retardation, and all others. i cannot seem to control the mouse properly now. Now i need some rest. Will be updating on my Chennai stuffs soon. +malaysia too. Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Some photos of the Chennai trip.&lt;br /&gt;http://tpjcindiatrip2008.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking at phone reviews now. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8864804313554307545?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8864804313554307545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8864804313554307545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8864804313554307545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8864804313554307545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1046441009829548825</id><published>2008-11-12T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:20:06.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish practicing my solo act today. i need to keep my movements smooth, and ensure that I am always on my feet. I find it a bit weird doing the solo act. That is w/o the audience. Once we have the audience, I am soo going to be dead. The India Trip Wushu performers are in a better condition, as compared to last Friday. This is good. Now to practice more, so that they would be more familiar with the moves. Music would be added soon. I just hope that I can do my very best in all the performances. At last. All of the Wushu sessions have ended. Yes. Now left the practice sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh. Yes. Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a phone call from an unknown person today. Job interview. He knows my name and my house number. I went "wth"? Shit man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to reduce my engagements and relax more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1046441009829548825?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1046441009829548825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1046441009829548825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1046441009829548825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1046441009829548825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2918132944455277768</id><published>2008-11-06T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:07:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long time no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various events ended. It was pretty cool to get into those events too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, ORAL PRESENTATION IS OVER! YES! i think I over-did it at the Q and A part. I seriously think that my answers do not make any sense. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. I AM PROMOTED! Just received my results slip today. Woots. Now the only thing left, to see whether i can get any of the bursaries this time. I hope that i can get the GPA or the Merit Bursary. However, the former maybe be out of reach for me, as they would compare with the previous year's results. That was stated in the MOE's website. Then I may not be able to get it. This is still my first year here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merit Bursary may also be out for me. I do not think that I am able to be in the top 25% of the cohort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. I've got my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Walkman W595.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still regretting that I did not get the ROKR E8. Well, most find it strange, I do not treasure the better stuffs, but rather stick with the more inferior goods. This is the kind of person I am. I regret almost everything I have done. This may be a nuisance for the people around me. Well, sadly, I cannot really change this fact now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However. this allows me to understand myself even better. i have been trying to this for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. my number, just incase you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT HERE! ---&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9XXX XXXX haha! Cannot reveal it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cya for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2918132944455277768?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2918132944455277768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2918132944455277768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2918132944455277768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2918132944455277768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3295737821766402731</id><published>2008-10-28T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:26:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally decided on the two phones to get! Luckily, i managed to stumble upon this Russian phone review website. They do plenty of the benchmark tests on the phone, just to gauge it's full performance. It's cool! Just like the other normal computer review websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung i450&lt;br /&gt;Motorola RKOR E8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, screw the rumors about particular brand of phones are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unreliable/sucky/rubbish&lt;/span&gt; and so on and so forth. I will have to experience it myself and gauge it myself. Sometimes, listening to rumours may not help much. After reading through some user reviews, I have realised that all phones have it's own flaws. It is up to the individual. There is no one-size-fit-all phone that may satisfy everyone. All of us have their own likes and dislikes. i just have to go down there and test it myself and hope that I would fall in love in it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Anyway, I will still regret my choice ultimately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE A LEVELS ON THE 30TH! GOOD LUCK TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;            NOT TO FORGET THE RESPECTIVE OPs TOO!&lt;br /&gt;            MAY ALL GET EEs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3295737821766402731?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3295737821766402731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3295737821766402731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3295737821766402731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3295737821766402731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohoo-i-have-finally-decided-on-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1811620406139724184</id><published>2008-10-22T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:31:54.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hihi! Long time no blog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time for a little update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, after some considerations, I think I may start carrying my own phone soon! That is also after considering the fact that my MP3 player may not last very long, I guess it would not be able to make it to it's second year. The previous one ( Exact model ), got a dead screen, six months after I bought it. Now, I am searching for a music phone with excellent audio quality, and perhaps, that phone has a relatively wide screen, 2" to 2.4", and can play videos at good quality with subtitles that can be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Initially, I had 2 phones on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After some weeks of research, I "narrowed" it down to 4 phones. Nokia, Nokia, Sony Ericsson and Motorola. Most of my classmates now are persuading me to go over to the Nokia camp. Heard there are some freezing issues with Nokia phones. Hmmmm. Sony Ericsson, I wanted to go for W910i. After reading the reviews, there are loads of freezing issues, and that turned me off immediately. My "son" said that motorola and Samsung phones do not last long. Dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nokia Xpressmusic 5610 --- Pretty good reviews. Audio quality was stated to be excellent due to an audio chip. After listening to my friend's 5610, I think the w890i may be better.....Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nokia Xpressmusic 5320 --- Same ol' good reviews. Audio chip and blah. Price tag not really pretty. Yet to try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Motorola Rokr E8           --- OOOOO. The reviews said that this was good. Looks not bad. But not sure of the durability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sony Ericsson W595       --- Nice phone. Nice audio ( from review ). Really NICE price tag. The most expensive in my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only gripe with this list is that the E8 is not available with SingNet. Only with starhub. heard that SH's HP network not good. i do not want to make the same mistake of signing up with the wrong telco again. Can someone tell me which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then again. Why not I stop thinking about it, and NOT get a HP? The world would be more peaceful in this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1811620406139724184?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1811620406139724184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1811620406139724184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1811620406139724184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1811620406139724184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/hihi-long-time-no-blog-time-for-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-67243278314107451</id><published>2008-09-29T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:15:50.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stared at the computing code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stared back at me. Many (?) computing students in my class kind of freaked out at that question. Simply-out-of-this-world. This is what I could say. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best? Doing tutorials and trying to adsorb new information when I am still in the "post-promo-cum-holiday-mood". Very depressing for me. Breaks in between the timetable is supposed to be studying/homeworking time, but it got converted into napping sessions for me instead. Another example, the Electric field tutorial &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multiple choice question&lt;/span&gt;. It took me 20 minutes just to start on it and get the concept right. Simply depressing. If so, how am I going to start on my Vectors tutorial, or even re-do all my previous maths tutorial question again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be getting to confirm the overall results of the Promotional Exams tomorrow. I already knew some of the results. Though I improved in all, except 2 of my subjects, I realised that my improvement is not good enough. Overall, I realised that the Promotional Exam papers are generally easier. The Computing paper was just a give-away, and yet, I never made good use of that chance to bolster my ranks points. But then again, what I desire is not a give-away exam paper or something, or rather a more challenging one, where it forces me to think thoroughly to get the answer. I feel that it would be better for me. I have no wish to memorise the test answers and ace a particular exam due to pure memory work, I would find it super weird. And would not be content with my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. Uclers in the mouth. Hope that would decrease my appetite and prevent me from spending more $$$$ on food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-67243278314107451?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/67243278314107451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=67243278314107451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/67243278314107451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/67243278314107451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stared-at-computing-code.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5050940385925849549</id><published>2008-09-25T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:10:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogging super early now. Not used to it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day! Got my last paper back, and it's Chinese!!!! I am so happy about it! Well, it officially marks the end of my Promotional exams now, but for others, their's is still ongoing. Maybe it was a boon to have the Promotional exam early. Though I could had used that extra 2-3 weeks to salvage my already dying maths and computing. Well, the past is past. Time to look forward now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is my left Shift key failing me now? I am sure that I installed it back exactly the same way i took it out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John ( Not daphne's. haha! ) let me have a round of CnC3 on his laptop in school. It certainly attracted some of my male classmates' attention. It was nice round as I managed to thrash the AI ( Medium ). I was embarrassed when I got stalled by the AI's air units, where I had none of the Anti-airs. Sort of made a fool out of myself. Haha. Maybe I should strategize more, since RTS is all about that. Hopefully, I would be able to thrash the AI ( Hard ) in front of my classmates next time, and make them go "oooooo". Well, that is just wishful thinking. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Promos ended, we've all been hit by the holiday mood. Holiday mood liao. Found it hard to concentrate and learn new stuff. Took like 15-20 mins to understand an E field question? haha. Hope that would change for the better, when i embark on my study plan during the Nov/Dec holis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Promotional results. Happy with it. Improvement!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP                 -- Know it's a pass. Teacher forgot to bring essay to class. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Maths            -- D. From a U to D! happy, but will work harder! Must beat Yinah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Computing     -- E. Dropped, but will work on it.&lt;br /&gt;Physics          -- B. My best improvement so far! 6 weeks of studying paid off! Though it is a low B, I will still work harder!&lt;br /&gt;History          -- D. Screwed the paper up. Now I know what to do liao.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese         -- A !!!!!!!  Speechless. MUST WORK HARD FOR A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rank points jumped from 25/31 to a solid 51! I will not be complacent and make the same mistake over! Will strive HARDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5050940385925849549?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5050940385925849549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5050940385925849549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5050940385925849549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5050940385925849549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-super-early-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6881877058963896165</id><published>2008-09-19T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:17:28.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;22 minutes&lt;/span&gt; till tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I am not always happy about. Used to be excited last time, cause I was able to eat that BIG cake. Subsequently, the novelty wore off. I began to feel nothing for my birthdays. Simply just nothing. There were times where I waited in front of the clock, just to do the countdown to the end of my birthday. My parents clean forgot about them, but remembered during the course of the next few days, bought a cake to make up for it. Well, I do not see that difference in that. Totally no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;18 minutes&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking back, somehow, my 16th year on Earth seemed the longest to me yet. Everything was like so long, past events that occurred during the past 12 months seemed like they just took place a few years ago. From the taking of the O level exams, all the way to the promotional exams. it did not really looked like a year to me. Somehow more than that. I can still remember how paranoid I was, trying not to do stuffs that would get me into little troubles and attract teacher's scoldings. I was somehow afraid of them and their scoldings. From young till now, it is still the same. When I got into trouble, I really felt like escaping from this world, and a wave of guilt would just keep rushing through me, continuously. Sometimes that guilt feeling could stay with me for another few days. i really do not want to desire all these, it simply makes me wonder, should I had done nothing, or was I right in trying in out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;12 minutes&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know, all desire to grow up quickly. Ironically, I do not. I truly wished to stay young forever, where responsibility was a foreign word, and I could really have fun, laughing with my true feelings. Even looking at young kids' smiles and laughters, I could not help feeling a bit soothed. At that age, they do not actually know what corruption is, and their minds, their souls are still pure. How I wished to move back into that timeframe and enjoy all those stuffs I had done before. Befriending any kid seen @ the playground, one-day friends, where I see them for that one time, and do not see them forever after that. No such thing as gossips, sarcasm, backstabbings. Everyone was like straightforward in their words. Though the truth may hurt real bad at times, it is better than the 3 things that I had listed, which sometimes could really do some unseen damage on one's emotional state. I really wish to keep all these out of my mind, and remain pure and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering. Why did I not have these kind of thoughts, only until now? Would it be too late now? To me, it is like, until now, I am only starting to treasure what I am possessing now. Why didn't I have similar thoughts at an eariler age, so that I can do more things that could make the best out of my life? Why did I choose to stay @ home almost everyday to watch the same old television cartoons, and not looking for some other enrichement activities to further spice up my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1 minute more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30s more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome myself to 20.09.2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Welcome to 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment. I had done so much errors. Said all those useless words. Injured some people. And broke the law too. Lied. Stole $ from my parents to buy ice-cream, stole $ from my own bank, just to buy a MP3 player. Watched ****. I've come back to the part, where I ponder about the stuffs that I've done, whether it was worth it. I feel so helpless now, wondering whether the decisions that I make now, are made after long session of consideration, or just made in impulse? I do not even know myself, let alone knowing what I need best. Ws it right for me to open up to the rest of the class last year? Should I be like the old fogegies, only clinging to the past, and not be able to upon to the future? What do I really need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility? Did I really have them? I feel that the leadership positions that I had taken was wasted on me. I did not actually learn of anything useful. All I tried to do, was to find ways to accomplish the task w.o getting into trouble, even if sometimes I have to push it to someone else. The term to call this -- would be bossy. I feel like a failure. I think I have used everyone, to get to my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 is here. I can only move on. I think the clock would be fast-forwarding soon. At the speed that I would not be able to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was I too boastful? Too proud? Too selfish? Too boring/lame? Too emo? Too afraid of lonliness? Am I just being too extra while trying to fit in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only ponder about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6881877058963896165?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6881877058963896165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6881877058963896165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6881877058963896165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6881877058963896165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/22-minutes-till-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1179236995290996803</id><published>2008-09-15T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:11:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, someone said that I have not been updating my blog, it's true. Too occupied with school work and games on weekends. Lazy to even log in and type something, though this webpage is my homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotional Exams are over. Was planning to post something before the exams, guess that I was too busy to do that. Gone are the days where I stayed back in school till night daily, just to catch up on my work, occasionally going into a chat with a teacher or two, or even with friends. Gone were the days, where instant noodle + chicken nuggets and bubble tea was my dinner. Gone. Other than that, it was a constant barrage of questions on the teachers. They are helpful, to the end. I could not stop thinking that I may have caused them some hindrance or something, as my asking question sessions always last more than 20 mins and is also pretty frequent in that short 2-3 hours study session. The most memorable one, was when my CT is on duty. I knew he was marking test papers, i tried to sneak and see, but he detected me from a range of about 5m!!! I was shocked! Then the rest of the time was spent on talking about stuffs related to motivation and the introduction of various good computing reference books. It was pretty nice... ...computing had a nice shelf full of resources, and I honestly do not think that anyone in this computing cohort actually made the effort to look through some of them. Nah, I did not not look through them either. I just took one and put on top for my table... ... for pure random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 6 weeks of night study let me go through quite a bit of stuffs. I got to know more friends ( though only 2-3 ), and realised that I should had done this, since secondary school, not drag till JC then start studying beforehand. Sean gave me some valuable insights in some stuffs and answered one or two of my physics question. He's good, but I do not get why he got retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some actually called me a "mugger" for staying back in school to study till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expression, as usual. ~_~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is called mugger, I wonder about the true muggers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           ---------------Partitioning-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotional exams was no cake either. I may had started studying early, but all of the time spent were mostly on physics. There were only some focus on other subjects. But then again, I think the time spent on them are minute.&lt;br /&gt;As all actions have consequences, my promos sort of took a pretty hard hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is un=pass-able.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;History is a sure goner. Complete irony to what I usually think about my history. I think I am going to disappoint my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Computing was a joke. Exam qns were copied from test papers. But I was only laughing at the paper at the start, laughing at my stupidity at the end. I think it is a goner too.&lt;br /&gt;Maths. A complete let-down, in my point of view. I may have to seek for that past passsion again.&lt;br /&gt;Physics. My most prepared. And most careless. 14/25 for MCQ, laughed at all the careless mistakes that I had made. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1179236995290996803?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1179236995290996803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1179236995290996803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1179236995290996803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1179236995290996803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-someone-said-that-i-have-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5532933583317739702</id><published>2008-08-13T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:42:07.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the thing that I most probably need. And just got it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics MCQ test, 29/40. Though it is just a MCQ test, the questions thrown to me were not a walk in the park at all. With this improvement, I think I have a higher chance of scoring a pass in my Promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differentiation Test. 29/50. A mark more to a B. But this was already pretty much sufficient to me now. Yay-ness. That is what I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two tests have regained a bit of my confidence and showed me that I have the potential of ace-ing them, IF i have the hard work pumped into my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ChengHui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5532933583317739702?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5532933583317739702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5532933583317739702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5532933583317739702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5532933583317739702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8259495620874542513</id><published>2008-08-05T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:51:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Differentiation Maths Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost a total of 14+ marks. But I am not fretting over it now. I know that getting an "A" now for maths is what I am capable of now, at this point of time. The only thing I can actually aim for -- is a pass, and the understanding of the various topics and concepts. I have to re-organize the way I study, and I have to streamline my study plan with the actual tutorial lessons. This would allow me to study more efficiently, and be able to grasp the concept more clearly, and understand them well. It is better to do it now, than later. That is an phrase that I should had known long ago, learning now is still not too late, neither is it too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4weeks left, and counting... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking up my_life ...... 1% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8259495620874542513?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8259495620874542513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8259495620874542513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8259495620874542513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8259495620874542513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/differentiation-maths-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8729447444014980995</id><published>2008-07-31T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:46:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CC fell sick, and was absent for school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange though, each of my classmates are slowly falling ill, and taking turns to go on MCs. Continuing from the previous queue, Pooja, then someone, then someone, then amos, then CC. Who would be the next one? Me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMC was today, and it thoroughly slaughtered me. Too many "2008"s in the paper, can't resist thinking that the answer would just be that "2008". I wonder how i would fare, same to the NSW too. Wondered who also took the AMC today. Care to share some of your answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Follow-up test. I hope it would not be too shitty-ly done, I have about 16 circles in the question paper itself, and skipped the revision of Applied Mechs. They even delicated 2 pages, 10 questions to Applied Mechs. I am relying on my secondary school knowledge. Hope they do not fail me too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max possible obtainable marks. 24. Over 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8729447444014980995?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8729447444014980995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8729447444014980995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8729447444014980995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8729447444014980995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/cc-fell-sick-and-was-absent-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1037391381973153593</id><published>2008-07-29T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:26:49.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heard something from my classmate John/Sashi today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some thinking, I realised how it was actually true. This somehow left an impact on me. Most of the friends I wave "hi" at any part of the school, are mostly guys. Well, 70% of them? The females are rare. They are either my ex-classmates or my classmates. But still pondering, what kind of damage am I going to get from it? I feel shy to female students that i have never talked to before, and may be percived as anti-social or something. That is why it is so much easier making friends with guys that females. I think the former is more outgoing and friendly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has remain unchanged since Seconddary School.&lt;/span&gt; Is this bad or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to be so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some may have some misconceptions after reading this. Kudos to you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1037391381973153593?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1037391381973153593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1037391381973153593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1037391381973153593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1037391381973153593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/heard-something-from-my-classmate.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8422515886994424807</id><published>2008-07-27T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:48:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've warned. Proceed @ your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[emo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, I ponder about the purpose of my existence on Earth, why am I in my situation now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do I even exist in this non-permanent world, gathering knowledge that may not be permanent at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What if I never existed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What if I was in this current situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I may be feeling depressed now, but it is super ironic. But then again, who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why should I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What am I doing with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really do not get all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I weep silently in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i can blanko my sorrows away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/emo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe. It's the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up saving for the stuffs I want for the COMEX Computer fair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to stop the computer-is-my-wife nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8422515886994424807?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8422515886994424807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8422515886994424807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8422515886994424807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8422515886994424807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/youve-warned.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3611662753091801695</id><published>2008-07-21T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:54:56.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got back the computing test paper today. My first, and I've failed it horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/40. That's a U. Contradicts with the 'B' that I got for MYEs. But after some spotting, I managed to squeeze a mark out, and managed to get upgraded to a 'S'. Not too shabby now. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after school, I stayed back and started the revision cum homework session. It was my maiden attempt to actually stay back in school alone to study and complete my homework. I have simply never had the session to last more than 2 hours before. 3.5 hours was what I had today. Initially, I was reluctant to start studying in school, basically due to the time I would be reaching home, which would be about 9+ pm, effectively turning my dinner into supper instead, which is not healthy for me. In the end, my father offered to drive me back home after my study session, though it would cause him to spend more money on the petrol. And that would increase our expenditure somehow, due to the still rising petrol costs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I maybe outdated on that.&lt;/span&gt; The next issue was dinner. How and where to settle for it. Eventually, my father upped my daily pocket money to $10, where the extra $4 is for my dinner. But what he does not know is, I would not spend all, and would save a portion of it. Maybe towards my computer, or something else. Coming back, the main reasons why all of these happened, was due to the MTP session. Studying and concentrating at home is pretty impossible now as my brother's computer would be on constantly, and his videos would really distract me from my school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a $2 sandwich for dinner, and went straight up to start studying. All of it went fine. I managed to read finish my Thermal Physics (I) notes and managed to re-do some of the tutorial questions that were done during PAE. I am determined not to lose marks due to negligence of a entire module again. Other than that, I managed to also do some of the differentiation remedial questions, and I felt that sense of accomplishment just after completing most of them. What's left is to see whether I have got them correct or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got another lecture from my mum, telling me and my brother that we really have to work hard for our future. Though there were some serious contradictions, I know that she seriously wants the both of us to do well. The working life is cruel, as you have to fend off the backstabs from any directions. And each of them is several times more devasting that what we may be experiencing now. She cried. I also managed to add in some stuffs that they had misintepretted about. The communication was somehow better after all if this, and I think they are going to understand me much better.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So long as there is nothing major that may happened to me anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are pretty much unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3611662753091801695?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3611662753091801695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3611662753091801695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3611662753091801695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3611662753091801695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-got-back-computing-test-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1046751002975886834</id><published>2008-07-20T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:55:18.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have activated my own timebomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the MYE results, it served as a perfect catalyst to end my freedom to play with computer anytime I can, so long as I finished my work. I knew something like this would happen to me someday, I was glad that it never occurred to me after the O levels. But before the JC 1 Promos? Great. A good leash to keep me on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the MTP session, my parents got to know more about my JC life a bit better. Now they are encouraging me to go to the library to study, during the extended hours. Well, studying @ the library is great, as it keeps me away from the distractions at home. But loneliness can be a factor too. I seriously doubt that any of my classmates would seriously stayback and study. REALLY. Now, I just need to find a good spot and solo study. I just hope that the first session would be effective. If not, there would be no other places for me to study anymore. Unless I keep the whole computer away, which is impossible. Just like .111111111111111 X 9 can never get back 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the MTP again, it became more pressurizing for me. Now the hopes of my parents lies on me. All the advice to study harder, work harder, do not play com is sure pressurizing me. However, I have yet to face the real study stress that I am supposed to have. Most of my friends are either stressed my school work, homework and blah blah, I wonder why I have yet to get that. Is it that I am actually facing it, but my optimism is making me see that as something else? Or the stress is actually shrouded by something, that makes me unable to identify as stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another short blog post. I hate this. I want the long posts to come back. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1046751002975886834?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1046751002975886834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1046751002975886834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1046751002975886834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1046751002975886834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/great.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5329498941180376127</id><published>2008-07-17T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:22:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today ended early, not really early, but felt like it was really early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Wednesday's timetable was supposed to have that draggy feeling. But today made it worst. With 2 hours left at that time, I was struggling to be attentive in the lessons... ... But cannot help wishing for 1230 to come. And go eat curry chicken noodle. And get that LC over with. Nothing was pretty much interesting during the other classes, except for History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was group discussion time. Oh toot. Mr Lim just grouped any 4 people that were sitting near each other, and wonderful, My group is ... ... screwed in some sense. I got Joshua, Kevin and what's-her-name-again female student. She was basically trying to do some long-range sniping, by requesting us to let her remain in the original position she was in. But in the end, she gave up and moved in front. The discussion was not going well. That is not good. After hearing certain words out of Kevin's mouth, I feared that some conflict would start. But luckily, that did not occur. I think kevin was too soft or he did not hear it. By just looking at the material presented by other groups, our simply pales in comparison. No joke. Our's was like the question and some scattered points only, while others were neat and was full of points needed. Sigh... ...Bad group combi. Hope I would not kena similar situations again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening compre was ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really GG-ed. Others within range of 1 table all got similar answers, and they were correct too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC is not my area of expertise. Others can ace it. Mine is only either 60% or downwards. The senario is back to the O level period again. My LC also got screwed. BIG time. I guess history would repeat itself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancefest tmr! Hope I do not sut myself with the mike stand again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5329498941180376127?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5329498941180376127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5329498941180376127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5329498941180376127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5329498941180376127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-ended-early-not-really-early-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5142513336948291683</id><published>2008-07-16T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:19:30.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to say "hi" to speed blogging again. Got about 7 minutes to do that, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 2.4km run today. Was pretty disappointed that the timekeepers stopped taking timings for those whom ran for more than 16 mins. I could not know whether I had improved or not, but I know that I am under 20 mins, which is of great satisfaction to me. Since I hit over 20+ mins each time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty much confused with the swap of Wed's and Thur's timetable. Still actually thought that today is Thursday, which is one of the slackiest days of my timetable. But it was Wanton Mee on the menu instead, so I am once again reminded that it is the 3rd day of the week again. 4th day of the week, Curry chicken noodle. Here I come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance fest's last rehearsal was extended. There were some teams that wanted to practise using the stage after the full run; as the AV people, we have no choice but to stay and support them. Being in the backstage was certainly nerve-racking for the first time. I was like going " ??? " all the time and running back and forth to the Audi control room to clarify or to get some stuffs. But the running was certainly fun. The kind of feeling that I have been seeking for quite some time. But ended up cut myself with the Mike stand. Amazing right? I think I am the first to accomplish that feat some more.... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extension of the rehearsal to 9+ pm was not good for us. But with the performers wanting to give their very best, I guess staying back longer would have some value for us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me anyway, not majority of them.&lt;/span&gt; Having dinner @ 10+ is not good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that I do not screw up on the actual day. *Hopes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5142513336948291683?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5142513336948291683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5142513336948291683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5142513336948291683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5142513336948291683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-say-hi-to-speed-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3141799973417972170</id><published>2008-07-15T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:49:16.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 days. Yup. 2 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am rethinking whether the self-ban is appropriate for me or not. As each day pass by, I am practically do nothing much, other than completing the everyday tutorials by various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bomb just landed on me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it strange to why there was sharp increase of the TAF people running on Tuesday morning, usually, there were very amount of people whom came and ran. I am one of them. Suddenly, there is a sharp increase in the usual runners and those I have not been seeing on Tuesday morning. Weird. I wonder why. After hearing this particular piece of news from another guy, I was shocked. Apparently, EVERY TAF student basically have to run on Tuesday and Thursday mornings from now on. First thing that came to my mind was.. .. .. I lack of PE-shorts. I have only ONE. And is constantly rotated between Tuesday TAF run and PE, and Thursday's PE. Along with the sudden change in the timetable, where Wed and Thurs are swapped for this week, I have to run everyday for 3 days. I basically went "wtf?". Running everyday is definitely not my cup of tea. I have no wish to keep fighting the Z-monster constantly or even stray into Lala-land. Now with only one PE-shorts. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe I heard wrongly&lt;/span&gt;, the PE department was infuriated with the poor attendance of the TAF students for last week's Muay Thai session. Only 16 students turned up for the 120-man session. It was clearly wasting the precious college funds. The money used to pay for 104 students' session was basically wasted. Ingrateful toots. They shoudl be gald that there is this Muay Thai thingy here in JC. Back GMS, we do not even have such luxury! And learning a form of martial arts is pretty fun too! Why forsake this chance, and give frustration to the PE department??? It was like the first time that they had organised this. Oh by the way, I am not in the 120 students selected for the Muay Thai progamme. One Wushu is good enough. One of my classmate expressed his dissatisfaction saying that we were not the ones that had caused this problem, and why we are implicated into it, and punished for something that we did not do? Well for him, he skips the morning runs anyway. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be anticipating the reaction/expression/face colour of Mr Chua -- My TAF teacher tomorrow. The only TAF teacher anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3141799973417972170?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3141799973417972170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3141799973417972170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3141799973417972170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3141799973417972170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-919698019021534134</id><published>2008-07-13T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:37:19.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I am typing this now, I am losing the fight with the Z-monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race to the Promos had long started. With just 6 weeks left in this race, I am beginning to question myself, whether I will be able to make that cut or not. Or join the minority and quit this race, or sign up again as a new challenger? I have been hearing some pretty clever people getting retained and I am worried that I might be like them too. Motivation to study now is even lower that last time, where my addiction to computer is not as serious yet. And the pressure was not as bad as now. But then again, I am not feeling the pressure. I have not really obtained the high level of pressure the others face in the course of studying. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it due the to fact that I am actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; what I am studying or doing now? Or is it my slackiness and laziness have casted a shroud over these pressure? Which is it? Or is there a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incessant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naggings&lt;/span&gt; from my dad, I think I need to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-ban&lt;/span&gt; from my com itself to gain some concentration to study. Guess all of us need a break from something just once. Other can take a break from the terminals itself. But I cannot. There is no way I can do coding on a piece of paper.. .. .. How am I going to get the output of the program? With my mediocre skills or even below that, sigh.. .. .. Maybe I just draw a computer on the paper and let it do the job. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha .. .. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that this self-ban can keep up for 6-7 weeks. Let me get on the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bandwagon&lt;/span&gt; for Promos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn the Live Msger. Created a new Computer account, and it refuses to let me use it. Grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-919698019021534134?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/919698019021534134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=919698019021534134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/919698019021534134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/919698019021534134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-am-typing-this-now-i-am-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2193227838145022233</id><published>2008-07-09T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:31:23.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, after a long wait. I finally got my History paper back. Last minute cramming here still worked out fine for me for history. Managed to snag a B home. Though it is only a H1 subject, it is already good that it does not add onto the failing streak I possess now.Now 3 fail 3 pass, among the 3 fails, there are 2 which are already in the drains. And these 2 are the subjects that I once had more confidence in. Now, it signified a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just one more freaking mark for history to score A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U S B U D B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results of my maiden attempt @ JC exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to work harder. Usage of com during Weekdays is limited to &lt; than an hour half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2193227838145022233?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2193227838145022233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2193227838145022233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2193227838145022233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2193227838145022233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-after-long-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-4237978997642521839</id><published>2008-07-03T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:13:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got back Chinese today. Pretty satisfied with it. A "D". With a .6% to a "C". If I had a freaking ONE mark, I would had got a C, and it would certainly look nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U U B D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blanks left. Getting one tomorrow. GP. Is more or less set to be between the U to S range. But maybe a miracle would appear. However, it is still a maybe. Calculated my Uni score, not really pretty. But then again, there is the promos, and only 2 months left. It seems that suddenly the events occurred during within this timeframe last year would reappear again. And, I hope to change it this time. Tomorrow getting to see the maths paper. But I already knew the score, sigh... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral was a blast. REALLY a blast. Though no food topic, but still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... ... This sunday. TGONTG. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really hope to get somethign spectacular for GP with that amount of effort I placed in. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-4237978997642521839?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4237978997642521839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=4237978997642521839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4237978997642521839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4237978997642521839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-back-chinese-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8144024961503870081</id><published>2008-07-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:16:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The mass of SS-20s flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the STAR WARS could stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And landed on the soil of ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nuclear explosion rocked my head as I could not believe the two facts that I got today. Two Us. For some of us, this is one that we would really dread in any part of our JC lives. Sadly to say, I got it. Pretty shocking to me initially, but do not know why I cannot really be really depressed over that. Really, I have no idea why. I cannot be depressed or angry for a long period of time. It can just "poof" and be gone in the next moment. Intriguing huh? Is it due to the fact that I may be an optimist or ? I do not know myself, thus unable to answer that question now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught me completely off-guard. Never realised that subject M could be my lowest out of all the rest ( Including the class ). I still could not believe that. P subject was also not supposed to be one of the last few... ... with a margin of 1.1%, I could had obtained a "S" grade. But then again, all I can blame is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inadequate amount of time set aside for revision, laziness, addiction to computer games, addiction to stoning infront of the computer screen, craving for sleep, lack of time management in exam papers and finally, lack of concentration in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in a dilemma of whether to break the news to them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my father's reaction did not match in the 3 possible stimulations of the reaction that my father would be having. But then again, the lecture was back. But this time, there is "zero option" for me this time. Is either do or die in the upcoming Promos. A hard two years, if I can survive through it, life would probably be somehow easiler. Two months remaining in the race to the promos mark. I need to start now. But saying this maybe easy. Implementing them is difficult. Never mind, I shall go with the slience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... ... Wkend. To go or not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "b" would most probably the start and the end of the harvest period in the MYE. GG. No, GE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8144024961503870081?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8144024961503870081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8144024961503870081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8144024961503870081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8144024961503870081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/mass-of-ss-20s-flew.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6159348836437545891</id><published>2008-07-01T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:43:52.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANOTHER day to blog. Which is not good for me, this signify that either I do not know how to do my HW or I am lazy to do it. Finished the CD Practical WS though, but got really stumped at differentiation, Tutorial 8. Totally no idea. I think tomorrow need to copy as fast as possible le.&lt;br /&gt;GOT a new set of History notes today.&lt;br /&gt;Practically stunned at the sight at that. A thick stack of notes. The amount of time needed to spend on reading them. But contained all the second half of Cold War to the end of it. Cool. Now to start revising what the teacher had gone through during the lectures/tutorials and hopefully there would less stress when I revise them again. History paper earliest next week then can be given out. Though I am eagerly awaiting for my history results, but I'll guess it would not be good either. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. NEW PHYSICS teacher. A bombshell was dropped on us. Maybe the SS-2Os. The previous one, Mr Goh was replaced, due to the fact that there were some teachers whom left the school, and the other teachers had to cover for them, and due to that, they had to leave their PW class to another teacher to teach. Mr Goh is one of them. It was pretty sad to hear this. He had been giving us plenty of materials to practice, and is always pushing us to travel the extra mile. Though physics lessons sometimes were like being in a pressure cooker, I got used to that and pretty much liked that. My self-discpline had always been very bad. Normal revision do not take place because of my alluring wife, so pretty much of the stuffs were forgotten. But in physics class, I know I can always do better, and Mr Goh purposely kept the pace of the lessons to be fast, and also striked a balance between speed and whether we understood or not. They were fast, but it was very understandable, and we were not given a chance to slack off. I hope the new teacher would be good. Else I have to slave drive myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANADO Espada v2.6 update is out! FInally some new changes into the game. But that means... ... It would be harder to study now. Along with the re-installation of BF2, no chance liao. Luckily, Red Alert 3 is only out @ October, which would be just nice after the Promos. So it would only be distracting my PW only. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Faith 4/1 outing. Who would be going?? I feel like staying home and study for computing test coming up soon and save money on the way too. Going to the cost fest might be still okay, but the dinner.... ....&lt;br /&gt;My SGD$200 date how??&lt;br /&gt;HOW??&lt;br /&gt;Can don't go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6159348836437545891?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6159348836437545891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6159348836437545891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6159348836437545891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6159348836437545891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-day-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-943398930793195350</id><published>2008-06-30T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:13:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, listening to "Long way to go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. Long way to go. Worse-than-mediocre performance for Mid Year is not going to land me any place in Universities even this keeps up, all the way to the A Levels. Just when I think there is much time to spare, I'm wrong. 2-3 months later, the promos will come behind me and grip me with a bloody claw. Well, what can I do? Pay as much attention now, and prepare for the promos. Mid Years served a great benchmark for me, and let me had the experience of doing a JC paper. The experience was not really heartening, but still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remnants of lactic acid accumulated yesterday sort of affected my movement today. It was difficult to stand up and sit continuously in the same timeframe. All thanks to the intensive cycling trip yesterday. ECP to Changi. Great. My ass was damn pain throughout the time. Though the stretch of road was very boring, the 2 things that offset that was, cycling and chatting at the same time with the rest. And keeping the eye on the markers on the ground. "3610 M to ECP " YES! That was what went through my mind. Went past the Sec 3 Campsite and was damn hyper at the same rockwall that I had climbed during the Sec 3 camp. Very nostalgic. That experience was priceless. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was an unpleasant experience there. There was this &amp;amp;*&amp;amp;%$$(**^$## woman whom thinks she is so damn smart and told me and Kelvin, "can you don't walk here?". I went "wtf?". There was this TWO BIG FOOTPRINTS on the path which clearly and distinctly says that IT IS FOR THE FREAKING PEDESTRIANS! AND SHE TELL US NOT TO WALK THERE? WTF? And i was pretty sympathetic towards the cyclists, not really got another place for them to cycle, and then she butt in, and destroyed that. Being a cyclist myself, I know that. But there are really some rude and "blind" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE.&lt;br /&gt;One subject back.&lt;br /&gt;COmputing.&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4th in the cohort.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, only 19 took the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-943398930793195350?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/943398930793195350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=943398930793195350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/943398930793195350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/943398930793195350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-am-listening-to-long-way-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-4654548847623815489</id><published>2008-06-18T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:04:01.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::Confession::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY GENTLE REMINDER.&lt;br /&gt;If you are WARNED OF READING THIS POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scroll if you wish to proceed. Else go somewhere else till I post something new. Thanks. YOU have BEEN WARNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Most guys go through ths stage in life, and I am no better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;porn&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on my own will. Well, I am not glad to say that my mind is corrupted now. I may fear that this may turn into an obsession or something else and turn me into some psychotic perverse rapist or something even far worse. Most rapist or something else start with this. This is DEFINITELY NOT GOOD for me. I have to think of something else to get rid of those "images" in my head. Some were really alluring while some were downright disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls, you better get the maces, lest I do something. Maybe closed door and self-isolated from the opposite gender maybe somehow good for me. For now, I just indulge in games or even studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-4654548847623815489?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4654548847623815489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=4654548847623815489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4654548847623815489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4654548847623815489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession.html' title='.::Confession::.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5732746339706578402</id><published>2008-06-07T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:56:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still trying to get used to blogging. A long time since I done blogging on a daily basis. I would feel weird using some words or phrases. Even my sentence structure needs a lot of work. Forming easy and grammatically correct sentence now would be hard for me. Guess, it is the wake up call to buck up on my already-tattered grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call myself a hypocrite. Why? Been telling myself to gt down and start on my one-week due Chinese assignment. I bet my chinese teacher is so going to be infuriated on my late submission. I am planning to submit it next Tuesday, at least not at the end of the June holidays. These 2-3 days were really pretty wasted. Suddenly, I have been addicted to the CnC3 game, and watched its strategy shows and blah blah. Somehow, I got really into the game. Went to download the demo version and played it over. And over. And over again. Even as I went to sleep, I strategized on the various ways to defeat the opponent's army, which locations to take control of early. Is this the sign of game addiction? I can go on and on with the CnC3 demo version, but it would look stupid. But on second thoughts, torrenting came to my mind, or forsake it. And save up for a graphics card [ nVidia 8xxx / ATI Radeon HD ] and wait for the arrival of RA3!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For your info. RA3 is not equal to R- Rated 3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once-in-a-while emo feeling strikes back! Wondering what am I doing with my life again, why have I wasted all these precious time, my academic studies. My exams. As usual, no answer to them. Only to get the familiar depressing feeling back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda JUNE EDITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PW Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GP Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6Faith Dinner Outing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously, I think I am going to Zion on that day. And I HATE RESTAURANTS. Their UBER small walkways is simply **************************. And speaking of the bill, I do not even want to imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAE 08S25 Outing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The discussion session went off-track, became the grounds for calling other people roaches and shorties and blah blah. Details: Bowling, HarbourFront MRT Station next Wed, 12 noon. Another day where my $$$$ gone liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Considering switching my Blogskin back to the Ichigo one. HTML codes again. Hope I do not screw up. Btw, I realised that lesser peeps here liao. Not as much as last year. If this goes on, I may be the lone wolf here. And I might as well talk to myself infront of the wall next time. This Blog may be closed. MAY.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5732746339706578402?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5732746339706578402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5732746339706578402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5732746339706578402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5732746339706578402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-trying-to-get-used-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7045596929192642519</id><published>2008-06-03T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:23:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-U Seminar 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current track : Colours - Flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here to blog about the Pre-U Sem '08. Though the event had ended just last week, I am already suffering from the withdrawal symptoms of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PreUSemcilin&lt;/span&gt; drug. It was wonderful event, even better the other camps I attended in my previous schools ( Though they were still quite fun, due to the BIG campfires and the chapel sessions. That is, excluding TPJC. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current track : Kaidou Funou - Jinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Pre-U Sem with a guilty conscience. Well, I basically did not do anything significant to contribute to the Presentation of any sort. I was assigned to the IT team, but did not really have the revelant knowledge about the Video editors. Though I attended a 4hour course on the Final Cut Pro Express before, I bet I had forgotten them COMPLETELY. Looking at the other members doing their part actively really made me feel more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the NTU campus, I was dying to know who would be my roommate and how is his personality would be like, what institution is he from and etc... ... To my surprise, Ronald, SAJCian, my roommate, was actually a distant cousin of Mark!!! Talk about having a small world! I would not even think of meeting someone like him! The hostels there was pretty cool for me, well ventilated, and the air smells wonderful in the morning. (Partially due to the fact that we are near the trees?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current Track : Friends - Stephfanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on to the events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IceBreakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, and more fun. The hosts sure came up with a slew of new games that I have not played before ( Other than Wacko ).These games were certainly effective in getting the objectives of the whole IceBreaker session. Each of us certainly know each other better somehow. Thanks to these new innovative games, I can suggest them to the Infocomm Club people or the Wushu people next year, to help in the planning of the games. Sad to say that, what I predicted that would happen was - the formation of the invisible groups. (Man, how I hated these. I have no idea why I am observant with regards to this matter... ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the minister to grace the occasion and also to take any questions fired by the students themselves. We were asked to sms our questions and other stuffs, and the screen would show all those and the minister would try his best in answering our doubts. We were asked to sms in our dreams. I sent my message, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get a new wife blah blah engineer of $2xxx salary blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;, and it got through. There were short presentations on the stage by the fellow students up there, and boy, they were interesting. And cute. For some presentation, that is. I was surprised at the fact that most of the students that went up to ask questions, and were among the top, tend to ask questions that leans towards the political side. One from RJ, even asked for possibility of more sexual freedom. The whole audi burst into laughter. Pooja went up and asked about the possibility of having dual citizenship in SG. Was sort of surprised, but knowing a bit of her nature, I knew she would ask. There were people whom asked questions that they already knew, and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parallel Presentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights. Various JCs came up with unique ways to present their findings, through skit, videos, or combination of both. Jeremy. Really showed us his real side during the presentation. From the IceBreakers, he was pretty slient and quiet. Via the presentation, he showed the humorous side of him, though it was scripted. The emotions were well expressed and it certainly was an entertaining presentation. When it came over to the Q&amp;amp;A session. I was stumped. I went up to ask a question. But it was take by the RJ female who came up later, but went to the mike behind. She got her question through. And left me to panic. I could not back out and move back to my seat. I could only think of another one on the spot. I did. Came up with 2. But both were weak. And I think I embarrassed my college's reputation. Oh gosh, I think my question really sucked. But. It was an experience after all. Pretty cool to say loud and clear which college I was representing. Oh yea, managed to get another way of looking at my PW project too. Thanks TC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panel Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply a repetition of the opening ceremony's interaction with the minister. Pretty boring, nevertheless, I still got the points I needed for some GP stuffs. I think I am crazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian Film Fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, The blossoming of Maximos Oliveros, was pretty entertaining and meaningful. Story of a boy whom fell in love with a cop whom saved him from a group of thugs, and how he matured slowly, from a gay to a normal person. A movie with great sense of family love in it. I like that movie. Loads of erm... ... gay scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Digital Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heck of a Amazing race, but on a smaller scale, and we have to depend on electronics to get to our goal. This race sure tested my endurance. Though NTU was not really that gigantic, but running through it back and froth, made me breathless indeed. There were times where we had to jog/run/walk all the all way to the next station. Knowing that I do not do well in speed and endurance, I faced difficulties trying to keep up. But, thanks to the encouragement from Teena, I managed to stay "alive" all the way, to the end of the goal. We were told to be one of the first teams, and we ended to be second instead. Though we did not win, the whole game was quite fun, but physically demanding ( Which I do not like.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sand Castle!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took place on the second last day of the Pre-U seminar camp. Just when you thought that building sandcastle was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piece of cake, easy sport that kids can do&lt;/span&gt;, then you are wrong. There were life skills to learn from it. Various techniques to build a sandcastle (Maybe I exaggerated. Only one? ), and a great way to get vitamin D and lose some of those CHO compounds. One of those lessons are : [ Do not be too certain that you have the answer or do not know the answer. You do not know. But it is good to find out the answers together. ] Rain came momentarily, but the event was not called off, and we continued. The rain stopped after 5 mins. Bala and Jeremy, whom were in charge of doing the depositing of the sand to the various areas, looked like the actual professionals( This is to be politically correct. Feel free to correct me.). After toiling for a few hours under the sun, we got our Global City done. After that, we had all the time we had till 8pm. After a light dinner near the sea, the SLOs treated us to ice-creams. Ahhh......here comes in the part where I felt awkward. The group, consisting of Chee Yann, Lisa, Joel, Yuan Qiu, Jason, Teena, Ronald and me strolled back to rendezvous with the others(I may have missed one or two.). They started discussing some Uni course stuffs and other pretty complex stuffs. I felt sort of awkward as I could not really catch some topics that they were talking about. Other than that, I realised that I was the only person from the lower half of the JC to be in the group. I may have overreacted a bit, but, hey, that my nature. Anyway, I just kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOODDDDDD!!!!! :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! Though sometimes the quality of the food sucks. BUT! A plus point is that they fed us about 5 times a day! I could never get this kind of treatment even back @ home! And they had some of the good caterers to cater the food, on the days where there is distinguished guests... ...I could only really enjoy the food at days when they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. The personal de-brief session! a.k.a EMO session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self-reflection session. Where we get to share who gave the most impact on us since the start of the camp. I got that kind of wanting attention feeling. But the peeps from Pri sch or Sec school may not know it - I am anti-social. To a certain extent of course. Let me list out the peeps and how they left an impact on me. Basically, I went "oh shit" when seeing the people from JCs that had 10pts or below. Teena was one of those whom let a deep impression on me. She encouraged me not to give up while we were trying to rush from one place to another quickly. That little encouragement went a long way. Kind of reminded me the days of running 2.4km in GMS(S). Gd Luck for your exams. Next is Jason. He is a nice and interesting guy, and basically proved that not all HCI people were high-up in the clouds or something else. Bala. The wise guy from SP. He was faced with difficulties in his life a few years ago, and he managed to tide over it. He went into NS and came out, and smashed my dream of being a clerk in SAF... ...I do not think that would happen anyway. Lisa. The RJCian who is anti-RJ, first I have ever seen. Vikki, the hyperactive camwhore! She was really full of energy at any time of the camp.(Other than the closing ceremony.) Finally, Ronald, my roommate. Mark's distant cousin. Small world indeed. And very lastly, Joel and Chee Yann. Helped in clearing some of my doubts in computing. Though could not really understand some of the jargons they use sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically sums up my experience there. There is so much i want to say, but there is a limit to the vocabulary I  have to express all of these experiences. It was nice. Very different from other camps where I was threatened with the feeling of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT THE SLOs! HOW COULD I???? A BIG thanks to them, for trying to help me find a Pre-U seminar Tee that could fit me, but they couldn't. And for helping me to get my dad to NTU to pass me the white polo tee. THANKS! And I do not know why jon and alvin got addicted to the bowling game... ... Once again. SLOs ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. PRE-U SEMINAR ROCKS! THIS IS SG TWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer. There may be some mistakes. Please correct me. My memory fails too, especially when I am blogging this one week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7045596929192642519?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7045596929192642519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7045596929192642519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7045596929192642519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7045596929192642519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-u-seminar-2008.html' title='Pre-U Seminar 2008!'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-4388119847744835205</id><published>2008-06-02T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:40:01.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to EMO with Kelvin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chicken Chop.                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to http://crazylinkinparker.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be posting thing about the Pre-U Seminar soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Infocomm Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-4388119847744835205?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4388119847744835205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=4388119847744835205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4388119847744835205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4388119847744835205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-emo-with-kelvin-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3162826183588378917</id><published>2008-04-02T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:28:39.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too tired now to do anything, or even play (Though it's still a weekday!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get into the SC, but I kind of expected it, and there is still the Service Learning Project Leader position in the class that is still up for grabs. But there would not be anyone looking for that post anyway. So, it would just be me, and the lonely me going for that post. Didn't make it into the AMC too, with a margin of 6 points. Mr Chow, however said that interested people may wish to take part too, but we may end up wasting out own time and money. Nevertheless, I will got take a potluck shot at it. Hope to get Credit at least. There is lots of bucking up to do for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with one of the Resource Person for the Pre-U Seminar was pretty fruitful. He shared a great deal of his working experience and the information that we can utilize  in our task. Though I cannot really remember what he said, and I was in dazed for 40 percent of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hectic days, Mondays to Wednesdays are over for the week, at least. A consolation coming up, whereby pretty intensive gaming schedule is arranged for the weekends. I need to find a bit of time to squeeze in my revision. I am starting to get ready for the consistent learning and get some grades that I want to get, at the end of my 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would only blog maybe once a week, depending on the amount of time I have left. My language may be gibberish as I am pretty groggy now, pardon me for that. Somehow, I pretty like the busy life I lead now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3162826183588378917?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3162826183588378917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3162826183588378917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3162826183588378917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3162826183588378917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-tired-now-to-do-anything-or-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-916466508673698203</id><published>2008-03-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:21:20.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHHHHHHHH! I HAVE TO GO UP ON FRIDAY TO GIVE SPEECH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUS AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY PEOPLE WANT TO BE STUDENT COUNCILOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPETITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUS AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My feelings. I am super nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-916466508673698203?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/916466508673698203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=916466508673698203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/916466508673698203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/916466508673698203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhhhhhh-i-have-to-go-up-on-friday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367660578696192299.post-7431228183636273914</id><published>2008-03-18T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:51:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pretty normal day, that I guess would repeat itself for the rest of the year for the whole of the Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh was on course, so he had Mr Chow to relief us for CME period. We got a new member from China, Cao Chang ( If I'm not wrong about her name ). She came with a group of students that were in the same programme with her, and is studying @ NUS for their bridging course. I am not surprised at their accent when they spoke English, and I had experienced it before, about 2 times. One in zhu hai, where I took their English lessons. Their English lessons somehow resembled like those in Primary 6/ Secondary 1, but nevertheless, the method of teaching was still the same as the one you can find in SG. Though the accent is heavy, and some of us may laugh as we are not used to it, but they do not have the mispronunciation  errors that we alway have, as a Singaporean. But when we go there, we would also be laughed at, since they are not used to the accent we have when speaking English. Kind of like a vice versa thing. Second one was, with my PAE classmate, she came from H.K. I had difficulty understanding her too, during the first few days when we met. But I soon got used to her accent, and her speed of speaking English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was pretty fine to me, as I tried not to go into the semi-dozing stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physics-PW-PE marathon for the rest of the day was unbearable. I struggled to stay interested in the Physics Lab session, which I managed to. But PW was ... &lt;&gt; ... I decided to do my graph, which was uncompleted during Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE. Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : The same reply would cont. for the most of the Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall continue on my Pre-U Seminar research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7431228183636273914?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7431228183636273914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7431228183636273914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7431228183636273914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7431228183636273914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/pretty-normal-day-that-i-guess-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-576557176297935829</id><published>2008-03-17T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:08:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "Slacking Days" are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up, and put in more effort that I had pumped in during the O's. The Knowledge is just going to slam into my face at extreme speed, and it's up to my own ability to absorb them at the fastest rate, and store them permanently. However, I do know, from my lackadaisical  attitude, it is pretty impossible to accomplish my goal. But I will try anyway. The facts are getting harder to digest on the spot now, so I'll try  to break them up. I got confused between displacement-time, velocity-time, acceleration-time graphs today. ~SIGHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese lesson was pretty much of a surprise. Though still the same teacher, but with some new faces. There is is girl... ... Her eyes SO BIG! Got my attention, but somehow reminded me of my brother in his younger days. BBBIIIGGG eyes... ...I think i go back to anime characters for BIGGGER EYES! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the HD version of the Gundam 00 Ep 20-21 today. It was well worth the wait, to watch high quality episodes. The fan0sub group even took the trouble to encode in DivX Web Player. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out my options pretty much long ago. I realised that, since I'm in JC already, might as well make the best out of it and go straight forward? Though University places are much sought after, I should try my best and go there, and reach my goal. This time, though I would not be able to go for 1 H3, but i aim to do well for my core-subjects, and go into university. I am influenced by my 4-As friend. I and going to strive hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-576557176297935829?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/576557176297935829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=576557176297935829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/576557176297935829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/576557176297935829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/slacking-days-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5799456547292805987</id><published>2008-03-03T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:38:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After some thoughts, I realized that I am wasting my life at this crossroads of decisions. Regrets are swiftly filling me now. I start to regret this, regret that. The more viable choices that I had never thought of or even considered; haunted me from the end of PAE till now. Poly. SRJC. And lots of other stuffs... ... DSA all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in the JC curriculum, I began to realize that JC education is maybe not the right one for me. The rigor resembles like what I get in secondary school. I can handle it, but I fear that I may not succeed well and would have to even retain a year in the process of it. I am pretty sick and tired of worrying about when's my next test or whatever big assignment that would be due next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one that does not have any form stringent self-discipline, and I think I would not be able to really survive or make to my goal: Getting As for my A levels. Getting into a locally subsidized university, NTU. I am already pretty envious of other people whom managed to get into high-end JCs or even the JC I wanted to go. Now it seems like I am stuck at a JC that is pretty far from my house. I really hate the long traveling process, I get headaches frequently. Like they said, higher marks would meant more choices. I am so damn indecisive anyway. None of the choices that I ever made, I was satisfied with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can foresee that there would be loads of STRESS and other incoming stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may even freak out, worst become mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I am none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5799456547292805987?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5799456547292805987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5799456547292805987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5799456547292805987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5799456547292805987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-some-thoughts-i-realized-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2831331422822117678</id><published>2008-02-28T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:29:14.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something to YAY about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the Pre-U Seminar team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the qualifying test, I was was presented with 5 Qns. And 2 of them is about my Background knowledge, while the other 3 are general knowledge ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Qns: What kind of city you think would be a magnet for Global talents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have nothing much to present on this one. The others talked about Political Security, Infrastructure, Global recognition (I have never thought of this one.) While me, i said Eco-Factor. Others made references to Singapore as a city that attracts Global talent. But me, I did not EVEN give any examples. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Qns: Why are Manhole-covers usually round and made or steel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh......This one. Got me pondering for quite a while. I talked about the strength of the steel, the round shape can withstand LOADS of pressure and pedestrians can avoid the manhole more easily. All of mine are crap. REAL crap that was created due to desperation. I checked Wiki. The real answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A round manhole cover cannot fall through its circular opening, whereas a square manhole cover may fall in if it were inserted diagonally in the aperture (A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reuleaux_triangle" title="Reuleaux triangle"&gt;Reuleaux triangle&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curve_of_constant_width" title="Curve of constant width"&gt;curve of constant width&lt;/a&gt; would also serve this purpose, but round covers are much easier to manufacture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round tubes are the strongest and most material-efficient shape against the compression of the earth around them, and so it is natural that the cover of a round tube assume a circular shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bearing surfaces of manhole frames and covers are machined to assure flatness and prevent them from becoming dislodged by traffic. Round castings are much easier to machine using horizontal boring mills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Circular covers do not need to be rotated to align them when covering a circular manhole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Human beings have a roughly circular cross-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A round manhole cover can be more easily moved by being rolled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If an automobile rolls over a dislodged manhole of another shape, the sharp corners could puncture the automobile's tire, whereas a circle doesn't have corners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's easier to dig a circular hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aesthetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so damn retarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the Qns, I am  simply too depressed to elaborate. All of the applicants in the LT were of top quality, each gave detailed answers to Qns 1, and presented them very well. I was demoralized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised when i got the email that I was in! so damn happy! But then again, maybe it was a mistake that the teacher typed in the wrong student's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camped @ the TPJC.net to await for the sign-ups for the Pulau Ubin Trip. With the combined effects of the Kiasu-ness of me and Eunice Ang's, we got in successfully. I was the SECOND to sign-up! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The perfect sign of my UBER kiasu--ness. I am proud of it. &lt;/span&gt;Eunice got in soon later, after some struggles. Daf and johnny made it too! Lokks like i would be the solo-er of GM there. But I AM the solo-er of O8S15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2831331422822117678?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2831331422822117678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2831331422822117678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2831331422822117678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2831331422822117678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-to-yay-about-i-got-into-pre-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-483841778652655516</id><published>2008-02-27T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:24:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing interesting happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transferring files from the GC now...... Taking a bit of my time, but i am prepared to play some games on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the Pre-U Seminar qualifying test.&lt;br /&gt;I can say is, all the others in the room are pretty much equipped with the necessary knowledge and have the presentation skills. I am basically trembling and hesitant on standing up and stating my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say, I think Pre-U Seminar not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-483841778652655516?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/483841778652655516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=483841778652655516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/483841778652655516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/483841778652655516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-interesting-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6196400949164565112</id><published>2008-02-26T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:59:46.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speed blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home real late today, cause of Wushu.&lt;br /&gt;Many would be surprised at the word "Wushu" from me. Yes, I joined Wushu. And many could not believe me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; Next time i shall give them some surprises! The first Wushu lesson that I attended was fun, though demanding for a person with  " Large reserve tanks "  like me... ...  While others like Johnny and Joanne manged to grasp on the more advanced steps of the 基本功 on looking at the rest demonstrating, i had to stick with the most basic one. I expected it, and had fun doing it. The coach came at a pretty late timing, and taught us a COMPLETELY new set of moves. Hooray for us, the newcomers, as we could learn something new, together with the "veterans" in the Wushu. We have to prepare for competition soon. Fast, way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe Wushu. Cool. Though future trainings would differ from today's. I have to be prepared for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up the rest of the PAE's O8S25 during recess and some other lectures. Basically all had either one or two in the same class, whereas me, the only O8S25 loner taking H1 History in O8S15. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky got Cheng Chong from PAE's O8S26 to be in the same class as me. :) Not so lonely after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class intro in O8S15, was short, uninteresting, and I was like hostile to the rest of the CG. They don;t  know me well, except for Joyce and Cheng Chong. I guess as time go by, we may know each other better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our CG is sure Multi-racial. Got foreigners too! Guess our CG is pretty "international"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay-ness. Tomorrow got H1 History, and I guess I would be meeting the O8S25-ians and computing! J212! The haven for meeee! Wonder if we still get LT4 for computing lectures. I don;t want J202 for lectures......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6196400949164565112?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6196400949164565112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6196400949164565112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6196400949164565112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6196400949164565112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/speed-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1956675064714435303</id><published>2008-02-25T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:45:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today we had a day full of H2 lectures. The timetable is a bit crazy, as my Computing lecture was the only one today, and i have to wait for 1.3Opm. So, i camped @ the library to make use of the time I have all the way to 1.3Opm. Did a bit of reading here, abit of physics revision there... ... and finally, thought Yinah PF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-to-blood-puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes were structured in a weird way. The rules of solving before the methods itself? Weird. Even i had difficulty trying to understand it @ first, but eventually i did. Now the hard thing is; how do i teach Yinah in the correct way? I pretty much touched-and-go with the rules and drew VERY BAD EXAMPLES of each rule (Well, i AM a lousy teacher). Then i pretty much rushed through the methods. A 1 1/2 hour lecture was finished in about 30 mins, minus-ing all the crap during the short thingy. I wonder if she really got it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing class has reduced to a cohort of 26 people, with 2 girls inside. Sad for them, as there were about 5-6 of them during PAE. Only 5-7 old faces were there in the room, while others being new faces. Mr Goh did killed a few of us with his "bombshell", as i guess most of them were not used to his jokes. Most of them just pretty much stoned or blanked out. I ponder about how my new computing tutorial is going to be like. I never realised that I was sitting beside a 8-pter. With better prospects, he decided to stay in TPJC, cause he like this place. Gosh... ...  I thought he scored like 12 or smth; maybe i heard wrongly. He told me that a single pt-er decided to appeal back to TPJC, and succeeded. All because of ONE word. LOVE. She came back due to her BF is staying there. Teh power of love... ...Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super demoralised after looking at one thing. My class. Though i picked the same combi i took during PAE, I did not get back into O8S25. SSSIIIGGGHHH... ... Super Emo le. I don't think there would be any chio de and any familiar faces... ... Back to hostile and loner mode. Sigh... ...I don't think i can even concentrate tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee Hong&lt;br /&gt;Malcom&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Hui&lt;br /&gt;Micheal&lt;br /&gt;Wen Jie&lt;br /&gt;Jun&lt;br /&gt;Heok Tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... ...we will turn into strangers soon. Just like what happened with my OGs and other friends made during camps or workshops. Sayonara~~&lt;br /&gt;You may be seeing me solo-ing @ somewhere of the school.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara O8S25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1956675064714435303?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1956675064714435303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1956675064714435303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1956675064714435303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1956675064714435303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-we-had-day-full-of-h2-lectures.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-849013965016122444</id><published>2008-02-20T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:27:54.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to say this : 永别了。SRJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided not to appeal to SRJC anymore, in lieu of my future. I weighed the pros and cons of going into a new JC, and realised that it is not worth it. New environment, though with old friends, it would never be the same as they each have their own friends. I would just be a loner anyway. So, not worth it. Stay in TPJC bah, still got CG : 08S25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An observation for JAE. This cohort is less well-behaved than the PAE's one. Though the talk WAS LONG, the PAE ' s one was EVEN LONGER. We still kept quiet and gave the speakers the attention they wanted. The time taken to keep quiet was FAR much shorter, and the speaker did not really have to pause and wait for us. Sigh, my stay in TPJC is going for the worst... ... All the well-behaved people are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note. I wondered the trend of skipping classes/activities were brought over by where, as we had large number of people of skipping the afternoon activities of the orientation. The whole of the GM people  even met up, and discussed whether to skip the whole thing or not. Just when i thought I am the only one left, Joyce was there too. Wah... ...amazing. The loyalty that was nurtured in GM. Cool. I also almost skipped it, me and my CG-mate was pondering on whether to skip or not. we went to the gate, and decided to turn back. On reaching the hall, he decided to determine our Fate with a coin toss. It was negative. Then he decided to go. We walked up, he called out CG-mate, and he was @ home. In the end, i told him to stay. So we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was shocking. The number of people whom actually stay back. Appalling. about 30-40% of the  Hercules  stayed back. An Obvious disadvantage to us @ the Dry games......&lt;br /&gt; Our orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercules&lt;br /&gt;Hera&lt;br /&gt;Dionysus&lt;br /&gt;Zues&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite&lt;br /&gt;Ares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek God names.&lt;br /&gt;How i missed Aphrodite. And that Hokkien cheer.&lt;br /&gt;next post. To sum of my Secondary School life, if i don't recall, i will forget the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-849013965016122444?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/849013965016122444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=849013965016122444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/849013965016122444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/849013965016122444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-say-this-srjc.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7824504816244060117</id><published>2008-02-12T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:57:27.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip from M'sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=08022008001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=08022008001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://s155.photobucket.com/albums/s320/Seecheng/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to M'sia for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened this year, other than dwindling numbers of relatives coming here. One guy thought I was 2O years......did I know like 2O years old? 3 days without computer......i am gonna die. Digital entertainment is limited to TV, cousin's PSP and cousin's NDS. I posted some pics. dunno what's wrong.....too frustrated to change tooo...sigh,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7824504816244060117?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7824504816244060117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7824504816244060117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7824504816244060117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7824504816244060117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/trip-from-msia.html' title='Trip from M&apos;sia'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7310760723181426772</id><published>2008-01-31T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:42:08.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As usual, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked up to his lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YahoooooooooO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7310760723181426772?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7310760723181426772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7310760723181426772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7310760723181426772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7310760723181426772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-usual-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7023303884591289541</id><published>2008-01-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:19:39.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigma to me now = Seeing Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty short lecture for History today, ended 1/2 hrs eariler than usual. Resulted in extra break time. I was wrong about the History going at a higher speed. It was already very fast for those taking H1 History ( Me! ). When JAE starts, it's going to be a bit slower as we had more time as compared to the H2 students. yay-ness. Cold War in getting pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths is also getting more fast paced. It is pretty hard to catch up, and figure out the stuffs in the head when the lecturer is zooming through the lecture like a bullet train. Guess, this is the kind of standard that I would be facing when JAE starts. Geezz.....getting a bit hard liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7023303884591289541?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7023303884591289541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7023303884591289541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7023303884591289541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7023303884591289541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigma-to-me-now-seeing-jupiter.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2154178059355958306</id><published>2008-01-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:23:45.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realised that my computing had it pretty hard with his form class 08S24.&lt;br /&gt;During the lecture, there were much sarcasm pretty much targeted @ him, gosh I pretty much pity him. I am pretty glad that 08S25 isn't like that. Our CT had pretty good luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate ... ... Public speaking ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;Part of the song that was in a video about fear public speaking, the video was pretty cool and interesting ( If only the hardware could match up with the software, we could had have a much better time watching the video.). Did a oratorical  that lasted for 2 mins for GP today. Pretty interesting, I ran out of time just when i am concluding my speech ( Dang! ). Ee Hong did very well for it, a harmony of gestures, eye contact and emphasize on words made his presentation, a short,sweet,interesting one. I enjoyed pretty much of it. I guess he would ace in the public speaking stuffs. GP for up till now, is pretty much interesting and got me to learn something new everytime. It sort of sparked off an interest for GP in me. I hope that subsequent GP tutorials would be fun too, though the rigour is increasing after the JAE. History is no exception as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am withdrawing from JC during the last 2 days or so, to get a short break before going for JAE, where the real action starts. No slacking then... ... also less GE then......my life is going to turn hectic seriously........&lt;br /&gt;Hectic is no in my secondary school life @that time then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2154178059355958306?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2154178059355958306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2154178059355958306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2154178059355958306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2154178059355958306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/realised-that-my-computing-had-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-9020186455396772397</id><published>2008-01-28T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:49:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no-title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know why i woke up 15 mins later, dang, took the 6.45 am train. Amazed that i could managed to get onto the 21 Bus. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling nothing for these few days, so there is nothing much for me to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you want to know about my boring lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-9020186455396772397?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9020186455396772397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=9020186455396772397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9020186455396772397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9020186455396772397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-title.html' title='no-title'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3909606539096000249</id><published>2008-01-24T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:41:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15. one word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F I F T H T E E N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-bit-depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bit of a shock when i got my results today. 15 pts. Though i indeed improved by 2 pts, i was a bit jealous as my friends all got more than me.... .... sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it''s useless to moan or mop over it now, all i can do now is to work harder for the A levels that are approaching in 1 3/4 years time. And the Chinese A level which is really coming in June. This is not very good. I would like to have more points, but what's done is done. History cannot be altered, but we can change our current choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to buck up for A's. Good Luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this song : Friends by Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="content_2"&gt;We used to have the same smile&lt;br /&gt;But too many years have passed since then&lt;br /&gt;And I am tormented by the fact that we couldn't accept each other&lt;br /&gt;So, I cast off my pride&lt;br /&gt;To bring tenderness to this world&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;Even if you show courage and pretend to be strong&lt;br /&gt;You can't live all alone&lt;br /&gt;The promise we made on that day&lt;br /&gt;Remain deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;If life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You must not be afraid, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go&lt;br /&gt;This vast land and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the TV size and from Jap, sounds pretty great. It did sort of have a calming effect over me, when i am abit down about the results. haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3909606539096000249?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3909606539096000249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3909606539096000249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3909606539096000249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3909606539096000249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/15-one-word.html' title='15. one word.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-9136210962539180566</id><published>2008-01-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:11:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching Gundam 00 now. Now I am hooked to this series due to it's stunning graphics ( Maybe it was due to the DivX player.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relative word count for my blog entries have dropped. That's cause I have nothing to blog about as each day of PAE passes. No new experiences or a great load of stuff that i need to get it off my chest. Boredom is slowly creeping into my body. Not goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to psycho Wei En into playing GE with me. But I failed, as he did not have any time spare for playing games. (Darn.) GE is a bit boring if you don;t have any friends playing that game with you. Got to admit, GE is the only game now that drew me completely into the game. I even started to think of GE as i slept. I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f i get a GF next time, she maybe complaining that i spend too much time on my games, rather than on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st GP lecture was pretty okay, though I almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good. I am seriously running out of topics/events to blog about. my 101th post, and it became like that....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-9136210962539180566?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9136210962539180566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=9136210962539180566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9136210962539180566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9136210962539180566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8429730875882654366</id><published>2008-01-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:11:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay-ness. 100th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a pretty wonderful day, all due to the Student Council CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I had my own doubts about going for the meeting or not, but I went anyway. Met up with David before leaving the canteen, and join his " society club ". The girl, sitting on the same table with him, asked, "Since when i was in your club?" Got to know another 2 friends of his, Daniel and i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting few minutes of the CCA meeting. i felt a bit out of the place and did not get the sense of belonging. But after the main ice-breaker and the group ice-breaker, i finally felt that this CCA was great. We did brainstorming on the various events that could be added on the Friendship Day, which would be taking place later. We had lots of fun trying to voice our ideas and acting out what our ideas were. Wondered why the "director" wanted the boys to act as girls, and vice versa. In the end, we got our demo pretty well done, with loads of impromptus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group member. Daniel. He, is a very outspoken guy and frequently comes out with jokes and made the group laugh pretty hard at times. He sort of resembles the currently student council president, Daniel. And he inspires to be the new president. Don't really know how to describe him, but he is a really interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing. Tomorrow PE. Die liao. CFM. With a square too. ²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8429730875882654366?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8429730875882654366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8429730875882654366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8429730875882654366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8429730875882654366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-ness-100th-post.html' title='Yay-ness. 100th post.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7836765600037128393</id><published>2008-01-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:40:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cout &lt;&lt; " 1 or 2 more weeks to go. " &lt;&lt; endl;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;#include &lt;iostream&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using namespace std;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void main()&lt;br /&gt;{ cout&lt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays will perhaps be the best day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though having computing for straight 5 periods would be a bit taxing, almost slept in the tutorial. But nevertheless, computing was pretty fruitful today. Learnt another few more things today. Doing the tutorials was never this fun before ( Other than Maths. ) What' s more, I managed to re-cap some of the stuff i learnt today. Yesterday was an exception, as i could not seem to remember what was the start line. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today was really warm, though it rained quite heavily. One reason, maybe, is that the windows have a weird design. The way the windows are constructed would not provide proper ventilation for the classroom, thus the classroom would be stuffy. Hence, a warm classroom. Which is not a good environment for students( not sure about others. ) to study, as we might lose concentration due to the heat or doze off. It was really hard attending lessons in a warm classroom. I was quite frustrated most of the time during Physics tutorial, and may have exploded if i did not control myself. Gosh. The heat is sure amazing. Studying on a hot afternoon sure requires one to have loads of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese PW. Takes form in a few paragraphes and a series of pictures.  Managed to brainstorm some themes for the PW. Now... ... all's left is to think of what to write there. I hope to do a good one in one shot. I might not be staying after I got my O level results. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My prediction. 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some arguing with my Mom and some sorting out, I noticed that I might as well try to handle the PE. Even if i fall or collapse, i would collapse with pride as I had done my best. Then i would not have any regrets. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos, it would be the school's fault. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to leave home 5 mins eariler to catch the 6.25-6.30 am train. Or else I would miss Bus 21 and would have to take Bus 3. 3 has a longer route and the roads are pretty much congested. Saw Amanda today. Realised that quite a number of 6 faithers gone to MJC. OMG. they are geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;&lt; endl;&lt;br /&gt;system("pause");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply ignore those codes if u don;t know, just revising my stuffs. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7836765600037128393?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7836765600037128393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7836765600037128393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7836765600037128393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7836765600037128393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/cout-1-or-2-more-weeks-to-go-endl.html' title='cout &lt;&lt; &quot; 1 or 2 more weeks to go. &quot; &lt;&lt; endl;'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6545554824301312342</id><published>2008-01-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:33:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98 and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 more to my 100th post. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Skills PE today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**** u PE.&lt;br /&gt;                           You suck 101%.&lt;br /&gt;                           I hate to for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am have no wish to elaborate on what i did in PE, but it totally sucks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the Core.&lt;/span&gt; And when I thought MOE was abolishing TAF in institutions soon. Damn you PE. On second thoughts, why don't I try to overcome the PE instead for these few weeks? I can manage to lose a couple kilograms before JAE. But come to think of the harsh PE treatment, I cringed at the thought of it. Even if i suffer, i might as well suffer @ NS, not here in JC. I rather be unhealthy and pass my A levels than spend extra time which can be used to studying, instead of being healthy and repeat another year. I don;t know what they are thinking of there. Will put PE to be so rigorous when the students are gonna take a MAJOR EXAM IN JUST 1+ YEARS LATER?! Why waste time on these? it may be true that healthy students make better learners. BUT. Does that mean that UNHEALTHY students make BAD learners? If so, the people suck. BIG TIME. One hour of PE is enough per week. More? For what purposes? Let you all have the fun of torturing us? You people don't have any other forms of entertainment? So deprived? Try being in our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least make the TAF/PE ( or whatever program you have ) to be LESS RIGOROUS. True, we may not lose much weight, but at least we have the energy to keep up with the lessons that are after the PE lesson. How to keep up when i am feeling sleepy due to the fatigue from the PE session? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sports keeps you alert during lessons. My Foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste 1 Hr per week for PE, why not give that time to tutorials or lectures? Why? Or even better. Eliminate the PE sessions and let us go home earlier. I come JC during JAE is for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDUCATION.&lt;/span&gt; Not your freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercising session.&lt;/span&gt; If i cannot take it, I might as well withdraw once i get my JC results. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy my stay there? Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how those freakos prepare the timetable, why don't they put PE after the normal lessons? I guess they aren;t overweight, don't understand what WE FEEL. Full-stop. I guess ranting further won't work as NONE of them would be seeing it. Why? Few people come here anyway. And do I give a damn? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most, i just prepare to go poly and suffer in NS. I don't want to repeat a second year as JC2 when I cannot pass the A levels due to some PE freaking shit. And another thing. Don't they even see some other people circumstances and give them some leeway? True, they may want him/her to work hard and lose weight, but EVERYONE has their own limits! Once you push one over his/her limits. BANG! Off he/she goes. Like a balloon. I come to tertiary institution is for the EDUCATION and KNOWLEDGE. NOT SOME FREAKING PHYSICAL EDUCATION. I pay for the package, and HAVE THE RIGHT NOT TO ENJOY SOME PRIVILEDGES OF THIS PACKAGE TOO! I don;t ask for the refund of the money, but all i ask for, is exemption from THE FREAKING PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6545554824301312342?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6545554824301312342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6545554824301312342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6545554824301312342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6545554824301312342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/98-and-counting.html' title='98 and counting.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5769679844300090106</id><published>2008-01-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:16:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was superb. Only had a Physics lecture.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that it was going to be a boring one, after attending the introductory lecture by the Head, I could doze off. It was the opposite. He told us funny stories to get our attention. Physics' 1st lecture was what we had learnt in Sec 3, but of more depth. And various other difficult stuff. 15 Qns for teh Physics assignment, I got stumped @ most of them. My life in JC is getting more and more blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the 3hr++, eating, and doing homework. TPJC's library was magnificent. Our library was maybe a fraction it. I guess the budget differs. Cooling Aircons, numerous tables and chairs, ample space to do our work there. A prefect place to go to, during the free periods. Other than that, the library is also equipped with up-to-date computers, for the students to utilize, and maybe surf the Net too. It is MUCH better, as compared to GM's... ... Old and malfunctioning computers... ... When are they changing it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 21 with Kevin today, I guess, I would prefer to travel home alone next time. This would prevent the scene whereby both sides run out of topic to talk about. I hate that. Solitude may be the best, as most of the stuff can only be achieved by our own power. Now to try to be the first to board the bus, and choing straight to the last seat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a reply from the Computing Lecturer today. it seems that I have some hope in the computing course, anyone can start from scratch. But the girls are slight disadvantaged after all, unless they know programming. Computing is something like a all-boys course. FIVE girls in the course... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how are they going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5769679844300090106?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5769679844300090106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5769679844300090106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5769679844300090106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5769679844300090106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday.html' title='Thursday.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-6820217558387579656</id><published>2008-01-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:20:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woooooosssshhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lecture of the day was History. Don't know why I had chose this subject, though i know very well that I am going flunk it --- due to my extreme slow speed of writing. History's exam format is maybe going to be the exact same as the one in Secondary School. If only GM had offered History, I would not be choosing this subject, and gone to take other subjects instead. The lecturer kicked off the lesson with Cold War. Some of the background knowledge was already known, but this lecture cleared up more doubts in my head. Tried not to fall asleep, and i did not. Watched a fair amount of Videos during the lecture, which were pretty interesting. Only bad thing was, I had to take down the notes ASAP... ...which i dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing. This was the ONLY subject that made me feel out of place. I was astounded by the computer background of those guys sitting infront of me. They said so many programmes that i had never heard before, made comparisons of some of the programmes. I was dumbfounded. The first part of the lecture was about the history of computing language. I did not completely understand. This gave me a wake-up call; I may not be suitable for this subject, though i tried to convince myself. It maybe a maths subject, but i cannot use the method i used to try to understand the stuffs that i cannot get it. It seemed like one need to have a very strong background knowledge of computers as a pre-requisite to this course. And i am not one of them. Harsh fact that I did not want to accept. Will be still trying out, and would impact my desicion to take the same subject after PAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i realised, there was not a "love for computer" in me.&lt;br /&gt;It was a "love for computer games" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was mistaken. Maybe i need to grab some time and think what I want to be in the future. The JC road seems to be more and more rocky, and unsteady for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths. Nothing pretty much to comment, but at least i understood what the teacher was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are still tired from the running yesterday. Maybe I did over-pushed myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. One thing, u know about binary numbers right?  Os and 1s. Negative and Positive.&lt;br /&gt;It represents Female and male too.&lt;br /&gt;0= female, 1= male.&lt;br /&gt;If you still do not get it, look @ your power switch.&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy from the Computing Lecturer.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-6820217558387579656?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6820217558387579656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=6820217558387579656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6820217558387579656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/6820217558387579656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/woooooosssshhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3830096643786138061</id><published>2008-01-08T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:26:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today. Was the first PE lesson in my JC life. A bit strange though, they focused more on briefing us than to let us run during the 1st SPE lesson. Basically, we would be having 2 kinds of PE, Skills PE and another-what-is-it-called PE. For our stay during the PAE, ALL the PE lessons would be focusing on running to gear us up for our NAPFA test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming over to JC, instead of ONE double period PE lesson, we have TWO double period lesson. What the heck? I am already hanging on ONE PE lesson in Secondary School. Give me ONE more? No way. Even if it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TPJC principal is really different from Mr Lim. When i say different, i mean it. Firstly, she does not usually use the mike stand or something to make her speeches, and prefers to move about when she's talking. She "engraved" three important phrases that we would be using till our dying breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning/afternoon/ --forgot--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly seemed to be more of a CME lesson. Somehow, she reminds me a bit of Ms Lim.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally stupefied when i found out that there is a lecturer in TPJC THAT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE LFL!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG²! I have no wish to further elaborate on it... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Bonus points for entry into some University courses, not bad. Especially when 20% of the total marks is a "give away". So long as one can manage a "S" grade for Chinese, entry into Uni in confirmed. Unless one fails the other subjects. (~duh~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be the most hectic day in my timetable. HISTORY, COMPUTING, MATHS. These 3 subjects all crammed into the 1st 3hrs. No 5 minutes interval for me. Side by side. Lucky history and computing are just side by side, LT2 and 3. But Maths is @ LT1 !!! The opposite of LT2 &amp;amp; 3 ! How am I supposed to be there by 10?! I have no teleportation skill or Time-freezing powers.........It takes about 5 mins to get there... ... w/o slow walking.&lt;br /&gt;And the Maths teacher emphasize on punctuality. Headache ar.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish that there would be NO TAF during PAE and JAE. My weight dropped to 115Kg. and i shot to 177 cm. Woohoo. pretty happy. Have to turn in pretty much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3830096643786138061?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3830096643786138061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3830096643786138061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3830096643786138061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3830096643786138061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7577936090535771832</id><published>2008-01-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:29:51.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second "official" day in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had Maths lectures. Then crashed into a chemistry lecture. I almost fell asleep there. Maths was pretty much okay as me and kelvin managed to figure out some of the stuff beforehand... ... A few hours is gone, just attempting to solve that particular question. Then we realised that the method I used was wrong. MEGA ZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you dunno my subject combination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics ( H2 )&lt;br /&gt;Physics ( H2 )&lt;br /&gt;Computing ( H2 )&lt;br /&gt;History ( H1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the normal subjects we all take... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the JC life is gonna start. I can see more stars. I hope the computing class would be interesting, as i would be hoping to take it after JAE. Maths is pretty fine. Partial Fractions is a Sec 3 A Maths topic. So we should not be freaking out over it. Waiting to see stars after Binomial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA. Most of the GM-ers joined either Wushu or track and Field. Ask me if u want to know who go to where. I went to Student Council. Don't know why I went there... ... Maybe it's due to that Hyped OGL from the orientation. Was considering to go back to Chess or Library. Anyway. It's for the first few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAF. Is equal to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;orture &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;atties! This is not good. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I don;t want TAF of even Mass PE. If i get into TAF. I would be prepared to go poly after JAE le. And join the Polypeptide, polyethene and polysaccaride people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first few weeks would be LONG. Hope for good results bah. Already can dream of the 20&gt; pt L1R5 le. I am sooooo dead, or is it my fate to stick @ TPJC? I wanna stay home and sleep! NOOOOOOO!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I do the Maths partial fractions stuff tomorrow in school bah. No time to do now. Need to sleep le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M Y  T A R G E T : N Y J C  O R  S R J C .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7577936090535771832?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7577936090535771832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7577936090535771832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7577936090535771832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7577936090535771832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo.html' title='yo.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-855516354175735390</id><published>2008-01-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:30:41.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of JC! To boo or wah?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first day of JC... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you don;t know which JC i am posted to : Tampines JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to wake up seems to be getting earlier and earlier. Since when GMS(S) moved to Geylang Bahru, I have to get up earlier. Even after the school have moved back to Geylang East, the time I need to wake up did not really decrease significantly... ... only 30 mins. Going to TPJC needed about an hour from geylang. The time i woke up is still the same... ... 5.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Lionel. Took the MRT and transferred to Bus 29.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the boring stuff ( i guess )&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JC was looked completely hostile. Unfriendly. Cold. Frightening. If you are thinking why, i am referring to the buildings. None of the buildings give a warm feeling. The whitewashed walls are dull, giving me a sense of hostility. Combined. The whole place gave me a menacing feeling, as i had never experienced this before. Primary/Secondary school had vibrant colours on the walls that gave me a warm and welcoming feeling. It was good, as it eliminated my fear of school. Moreover, in a completely new environment, is what i had never experienced before. Secondary school had primary school friends there, so the surroundings were more of familiarity . Getting into JC proved to be tough too. Even before the actual semester starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation. Yay. Aphrodite for the win...... Wondered why that name sounded so familiar. Then they told us that they used the names of Greek Gods for our individual group names. Ice breaking was not that hard after all the usual stuff everyone did at icebreaker games. Got to know some of the guys. It would be tough to know the girls...... I am not the kind of person whom takes the initiatives to know some of the people.It may take quite a LOONNGG² time.&lt;br /&gt;Realised what HZ was trying to tell me. Kim Wakerman is in TPJC. I see. She is a OGL there. Pretty, caught my eye. However, my wife is the Pentium D powered ... ( insert blahs here )...  Saw germaine ( or whatever her spelling was ). Dyed hair. Nothing to comment too. Vimal. Always thought she was MUCH taller, guess i'm wrong then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OGL for my group was hyped, energetic, eccentric ( my fren said so ). He shouted and shouted. Not in the scolding tone. I guess he would run out of voice tomorrow. Some other OGLs used the dustbin as mini stage.......&lt;br /&gt;Toured the school. they said that if we are lucky, the air con for LT1 would work... ... I don't know how am I gonna survive in that.&lt;br /&gt;The heat. The stuffy-ness. The sweat. ---&gt; CFM DIE LIAO &lt;--- Overall, the JC is big. But the facilities are aged. At least they made the effort into repainting the school, to make it look new. It did. Canteen is small. Nice food. Minute space for the queuing of food and little space in between the tables were the only downsides of the canteen. The food were value for money too. $2 bucks got me filled.  The orientation was 80% boring as most of it was talks, talks and more talks.  Too much speech bores me out. The guy beside me was falling asleep.  The day finally ended. at 4 pm. Had a long bus ride home; I was still thinking of the various ways to reach home quickly.  This is gonna be a boring post anyway. Flame me all you want. My SC : S3 + History/China Studies.  A weak attempt to revive my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-855516354175735390?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/855516354175735390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=855516354175735390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/855516354175735390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/855516354175735390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-day-of-jc-to-boo-or-wah.html' title='1st day of JC! To boo or wah?!'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7076607592312849714</id><published>2007-12-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:27:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Vids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These 2 videos are taken from the 6 Faith chalet, and is from Johnny! Thanks for taking those videos, they are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 people fighting are Leng Shan ( ex-classmate ) and Kia Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid129.photobucket.com/albums/p239/yukithesnowman/CIMG3107.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 seconds in heaven with Kia Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid129.photobucket.com/albums/p239/yukithesnowman/CIMG3106.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7076607592312849714?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7076607592312849714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7076607592312849714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7076607592312849714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7076607592312849714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-vids.html' title='Some Vids.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367660578696192299.post-8873935880563998638</id><published>2007-12-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:19:33.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oooooh.....back le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to blog a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not go to the Blood†Angels BBQ yesterday. They sure had fun... ... Anyway, i could understand why my Dad forbade to go. The people there are strangers to me, and i don't know them, in addition to that, there is the age gap as most are Uni/Poly/A lvl students. I guess they are worried for me, so i did not go. I went for the &lt;&lt;purple&gt;&gt; concert instead. All about chinese orchestra. Boy, they are sure talented in both, singing, playing of the instruments and dancing. One managed to blow the trumpet-look-alike thingy for a long time without stopping for breaths......Kudos to her, i am sure she will make a good swimmer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's erratic weather is sure frustrating. Rain. Though they are heavy ones, they lasted for a short while. Why frustrating? I CAN'T EVEN GET MY CLOTHES OUTSIDE TO DRY THEM! Damn. Even if there was a moment of sunshine. It did not last long. Then the clouds come along and gobble it up.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that. Erratic weather = weak internet connection. Kept getting intermittent internet disconnections that lasted for 2 mins or so. Once may be fine; too much is frustrating and angers me. Now, have to go back and do the experiment, see whether is the modem or the router is faulty. Confirmed is the latter, but, have to see before ringing up the office and launch questions and complaints at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my BlogSkin to the Original one. Realised that they saved the settings for this skin, saved me loads of time. Simplicity is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8873935880563998638?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8873935880563998638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8873935880563998638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8873935880563998638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8873935880563998638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2275397298946096040</id><published>2007-11-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:16:56.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since I am back here. I started out this year, and it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime Marathon was pretty fine. Though i doubted myself whether i could finish the titles.&lt;br /&gt;After months of being inactive in my blog, i have totally no idea what to blog about. So many things to say, but cannot put down in words. I think i need to change the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2275397298946096040?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2275397298946096040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2275397298946096040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2275397298946096040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2275397298946096040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-long-time-since-i-am-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7050858022689195421</id><published>2007-09-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:45:07.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was fine, with not much of new stuff happening in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting onto the last chapter of Geography. Hope I can start on Biology soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alvin whom studied with me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this short and nonsensical post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7050858022689195421?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7050858022689195421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7050858022689195421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7050858022689195421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7050858022689195421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7001052028397339569</id><published>2007-09-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:49:43.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfully wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Great. The results weren't so depressing anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's list it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;English : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was quite surprising. I thought i would managed a B4 instead, but i got a B3. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am sad about this... ... I think my retaking of my Chinese would not be any better than previous grade i got. Only that 1 more mark to B4. GREAt......time for more practice. The main weak point there ...... Compre MCQ cum fill-the-blanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E Mathematics : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YES! I am proud of this! Managed to secure an A1 without having done much practice. But, a mere 82 is not going to secure me a A1 in the O's. Moderation may occur and I may get even lesser. 90% here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Mathematics : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still need bucking up in this area. Damn disappointing......lost to my E maths though i did practices and had tuition for this subject. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Physics : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DAMN! I really need improvements on PHY. if not, i cannot be using this for my L1R5, which i want to and have to. Guess i really need more practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chemistry : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess my distinction this time partially attributed the the difficulty of the paper. The paper was generally easy, more easier as compared to the practices we've done. This bodes ill. Must do more practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biology :&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The paper was really tough as usual, but i could had much better if had put in more effort. Input = Output applies for Bio.... .... Must really work hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Combined Humans : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing to say. Don't want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L1R5 = 3 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 +2 = 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L1R4 = 17 - 8 = 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Couclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15 points is not going to get me into any JC that is rather good. Must buck up more on the sciences and maths. Chinese too. Comb. Humans is a confirm goner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7001052028397339569?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7001052028397339569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7001052028397339569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7001052028397339569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7001052028397339569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/wonderfully-wonderful.html' title='Wonderfully wonderful'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3462383252155181245</id><published>2007-09-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:44:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Finally. I started on my revision for My O's. If everything goes well and nothing is stopping me in my revision ( Distractions inclusive. ) I think I am able to finish revising my Biology and Geography by the end of the this week. Then I go chiong other practice papers non-stop. Of course, with the GE being afked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I realised that studying alone was more efficient and less distracting as compared to studying at home. It was quite surprising to see some Hope 5/1 students studying there. I realised that these people were more hardworking as compared to some of us ( including me. ). I think they really want to score or do their best in the upcoming Major exams. Seeing them work so hard, I kind of feel guilty. Time to buck up too. Even the faction I'm at in GE, also encourage work over play. I shall work harder, studying at other places whereby it is more peaceful and less distracting in my own house. I tried to abstain from music during the period of time when I study, it works, and to a great extent too. Even times passes like a tortoise, i could not believe it myself either. I read the whole chapter of Agriculture and stoned for quite a long period time, and I still had time to go home at 9. I am going to go to there earlier tomorrow @ 6.3Opm. Hope that I can cover more than today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow would be sort a day of shocking revelation to a certain extent. It would be the end of the sightseeing trip and the end of a nap. Time to stock up on chips and prepare to equip myself with the essential information that I am lacking. Now, by studying ahead, I am giving myself greater confidence and assurance that I would be able to do the paper at my optimum ability, and would not be disappointed as I would had did my best. Let's hope that tomorrow would bear me good news. Biology is a goner, for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3462383252155181245?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3462383252155181245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3462383252155181245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3462383252155181245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3462383252155181245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/serenity.html' title='Serenity.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-9075675948635258374</id><published>2007-09-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:37:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hear those bells? ( Not me, haven't heard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's say time for waking up. I haven't been hearing it, and i doubt that i would ever hear it. It was simply not in my nature to really work hard. I was just plain lucky to get into Faith 4/1. However, I hope this luck would not go away just so soon. I would like to work harder, to show that I'm worthy to be in 4/1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thanks to those whom had given me a present. Thanks. Haven't been receiving any only in Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Was not a shocking revelation to me. I knew it would turn out this way. I got to admit it. My physics suck. And my chemistry is no much better. Though Mrs Loh said that we did much better in Chem as compared to Mid-year, i realized that my physics MCQ marks would somehow be superior than my Chemistry's. I wonder why? I am more of a calculations-orientated guy? 28/40 for Physics. Sort of expected. I knew i surely get wrong if I had changed those 2 answers, but, it's a sightseeing trip as I said. Time to stop making the mistakes I been making now. Just plain studying is not enough for the O levels. Must practice and more practice. Great... ... still cannot drag myself away from GE and my laziness. Hope tomorrow would give me better news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little estimation of what i would get.&lt;br /&gt;English : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comb. Humans: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total L1R5 : 4+3+2+6+8=23.&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 : 4+3+2+4+4 =17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;End result. Die.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how true it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-9075675948635258374?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9075675948635258374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=9075675948635258374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9075675948635258374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/9075675948635258374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/revelations.html' title='Revelations.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2018156119428351174</id><published>2007-09-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:33:59.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's start this post off with something lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16 reasons why I don't want to be 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. 16= 4sq. 4= die ( not really good in chinese )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. No more juvenile court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. More study stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Cannot eat more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Army coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Working life coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. I don;t like 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Why should i grow older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Staying young not good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. 5 more reasons to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. I just don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Intense competition in future schools i would be going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Lack of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. More housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Less computer. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That freaking brother of mine. Why did he have to make such a fuss and go remind them it's my B'day? Won;t he get his own cake later? Why is he such a , such a cake-glutton?! He will have his cake. It's only sooner or later. Sian. I wanted to try a cakeless birthday. Freak him... ... to think i still gave him some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But, i would want to thank Kelvin for his pen, Alvin for his BIG packet of Mamee ( Not bad, i needed snacks.), eunice (ng) for the keychain and lastly Jia Hui for his virtual gifts. Birthday is supposed to be just like another day in my life, with only people saying additional comments to you. I still remember Sec 2. Oh ***. A Birthday card suddenly turned into some kind of wedding card. The day was supposed to be normal. Then like become as if I got wedding like that. I still remember the embarrassment. Great.... .... Birthdays when I was young, was full of anticipation and eagerness to have that birthday cake. I was so happy back then. So happy singing the song and blowing out candles. Now when I grow older now, that feeling seems to have dissipated and birthdays are not of the same anymore. I don't like it like that. I prefer last time... ...when I was really having fun. And it lasted for quite a long while. Nowdays , fun. Is only short-term and deceiving. How i wish to hide in a cave and live there without worries, following the primitive way of life, which does not corrupt one's mind anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2018156119428351174?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2018156119428351174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2018156119428351174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2018156119428351174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2018156119428351174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/anti-16.html' title='Anti-16.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-7096742418945494284</id><published>2007-09-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:59:26.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The clock is ticking. As usual, but not the time I like it now. 5839 Days had surely gone by, all too quickly. Even, I was amazed that I had lived for quite a long time. I felt that, the first few years of my life is slow and monotonous. However, though slow and monotonous, it was good as I did not have to carry any big responsibilities, giving me a carefree lifestyle. As I approach deeper into life, lots of stuff could be done like the same way as before. More responsibilities are given to me. More restraints. Limitations. Rules. All these. Making freedom coming with a hefty price tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;However, I do not wish to grow up. It would be better for me to stay forever in my childhood days. Being naive. No need to face with numerous criticisms when not being able to produce work of standard. No need to worry about grades in school or anywhere. No tuitions. No computer to corrupt my mind. No gossips to vile my thinking and produce that image of others, even if I had never seen he/she before. More money would be saved on me, as there is no need of saving up for further education, no extra money spent on feeding me. That would be great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I got this thinking as I saw young children laughing, smiling. That kind if feeling they have, it's like pure happiness. It reflects what theey are thinking about directly, unlike sophisticated  adults that has " xiao li cang dao". The children's smiles and laughter really sort of warms my heart. Even now, I am sort of feeling fuzzy wuzzy now. Young children's mind are not yet tainted by any source of major evil, though parents would be frustrated on how to discipline them. So long as they are able to understand their kids, there would be no problem. But too much pampering, on the other hand, would have adverse effects on the kid(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From this time now, it's about 1hr 15 mins left. I cannot escape it. Unless i have the power to shift back in time. And that power has no limits at all. I can just keep jumping back to the past, and prevent myself from growing older. I would not want to be corrupt like what I am not. I hope that what ever mistake can be undone. Sadly to say, all of these is just my wishful thinking. None of these is possible or even logical. I would have to jolly well accept my fate. 3 mins had just gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;16. With it, come with new responsibilities and new roles. More dire consequences lay ahead if I act recklessly. Watching or even reading stories about teenagers that have taken the wrong turn in life, had already gave me that mindset that I would inevitably be one of them. Whether is stress from school work, family or even addiction to computer. I know for sure. I do not have the discipline to keep myself from astray. Why. Why me? Why 16? Or even greater than 16? How would I know that I would not go mad the next moment, or pass out and die? With each growing year in one's life, one's expectations grows. His greed. Self-centeredness. Malicious thoughts. Jealousy. All these, in a typical Man, would all increase as one grow older! I don;t wan to be like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10:55 pm. GMT+8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One would have to accept his/her fate sooner or later. But. Our future is not fixed. It's changeable. I hope i can do myself to prevent those from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Some people would want to mature faster, so as to enjoy the "freedom" available to them. But, this  "freedom" comes with a heavy price tag. Maybe that person would abhor me and may even mock at my childish thoughts. Aiya... ... the usual phrase. SIAN.... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-7096742418945494284?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7096742418945494284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=7096742418945494284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7096742418945494284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/7096742418945494284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1998780936755895298</id><published>2007-09-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:11:16.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;relims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It has seriously evolved from a normal exam into a sightseeing trip. One sightseeing trip does not require any cost or reservations @ some agency. Just need a pencil box. And the various instruments needed by the subjects. The Pencil box is the universal tool you would need here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After going through some of the papers and is only 3 days away from the end of the trip, each day are getting more hopeless and depressing than ever. Simple mistakes like, failing to see the formula provided at the 1st page of the paper. Cost me loss of 5 marks. Still moaning over it now. Practical section of papers had given no sense of security now. Only sense of potential danger and the construction of the gap between me and the particular A1s i want to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sightseeing trip. But with a new twist. A walk into a park of Mistakes that could be avoided. And various taboos that I had broken ( Maybe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Vivaldi server is indeed getting dead, the Faction Leader is MIA. The whole faction only me online. No one in my friend's list online. Not for the occasional john. Jumping to the next server. Got more active faction mates there, all from Sg. They organised a faction outing. Lucky I never go. Limited to a selection of not more than 6 pieces of shirts.......Moreover, 1/2 cannot be worn outside. See all wear jeans.......I go will confirm wear shorts. Confirm stand too out. Relief to me too. I am not the only fat guy in the faction. But one of the youngest there.......YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I guess that the GE OST is currently the only album that provides me with the music without lyrics. Most are fast beat music ( or how you call it ). Greatly accelerates my working speed for Maths Qns. Maybe different people have different taste, one cannot force another to like something. It would be useless. With 70+days left for my subscription in GE, I hope I can reach 7X or 8X lvl. GE still more important than studies......haha. Seriously addicted liao. HA! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1998780936755895298?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1998780936755895298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1998780936755895298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1998780936755895298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1998780936755895298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/prelims.html' title='Prelims.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1332326646755833135</id><published>2007-09-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:26:02.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay. I am officially addicted to GE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[iammadcrazypsychoticnow]&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more engrossed into the game day by day. And do I CARE? Nah. This kind of game addiction had occured to me too many times. So, what's the use of caring anyway? However, I got to admit, this is seriously the first game that really got me addicted to use the computer. With a function to let me AFK the game and level up, I can take the time to do something else , Like sleep. So far, I did try studying with the game AFKed. Sort of successful. Until I came and check and  realised that I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to jump to other topics. I shall keep GE to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am getting lazy to tag/update my blog. I set this as my homepage, and inevitably see the various comments posted my the taggers there. Unfortunately, I am just simply too lazy to do anything. Okay, some people had pointed out to the fact that my background music sucks. Since different people have different taste, I don't mind. I replaced with other one. It's simply up to you, whether you want to listen or not. If you are fast enough, it's possible to stop the track from playing during the 1 sec delay before the track is being played. It's just a matter of fastest fingers first. I cannot isolate myself or detest the people whom expresses the dislikes for my likes. So, I will try to change according to yours erm... ...what you call that? But, i would try to make it still personal in my sense. ( My Blog anyway. Aren't it supposed to be personalised by me? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some comments left by the taggers are indeed critical and candid. I applaud them for that. They let me know how much to the extent that I would hating them. ( That's joking. For sure. ) Keep up with the negative feedbacks. Woohoo! I wonder when i would not take it anymore and shut this blog down for good. Yeah! Go for it! Taggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[/iammadcrazypsychoticnow]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1332326646755833135?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1332326646755833135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1332326646755833135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1332326646755833135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1332326646755833135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-i-am-officially-addicted-to-ge.html' title='Yay. I am officially addicted to GE!'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1161965852928764876</id><published>2007-09-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:29:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This would be explaining how i felt today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1161965852928764876?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1161965852928764876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1161965852928764876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1161965852928764876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1161965852928764876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-post.html' title='This is my post.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2932398799420247580</id><published>2007-08-29T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:50:41.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes. That day I had been waiting for has come. As I donned on the majestic redingote armour that I was given at the Promotion Ceremony, I looked outside at the window. Looking at the numerous galleys docked at the harbour, preparing to set sail - to engage the arch rival of our empire, Brestia. I quickly took my rifle and swiftly made my way across the marble floors of the Barracks. The war horn sounded. Other musketeers also made their way to the parade square getting into their respective battalions, to prepare for boarding of the galleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considered one of the veterans that had served the military for at least ten years. During these ten years, I participated in many battles and realised the merciless truth about war. Even with all these experiences, I still could not overcome the weakness in me. That is - impatience. Life in the military had taught me discipline. However, it was not good enough. I am still impatient. I thought about all these as I entered the galley I was assigned to. This is supposed to be the final war between our empire and the Brestia empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marched onto the ship, along with the rest of the battalion, towards our cabins. The crew hoisted the sails and the galley set off. Towards the battlefield, to save our fellow men there, for honor, for family and for our country. Though the battlefields were not far away from the barracks, the journey was surprisingly long. Sailing across the straits that laid in between our homeland and the battlefield, I pondered about whether this time i was going to make it again. Several times on board the vessel, the marshal discussed the battle strategy with the rest of us. All of us listened attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a day later, we reached the shores of our destination. The battlefield was littered with corpses and damaged weapons. Those wounded were just lying there, groaning for help. We were quickly deployed onto the battlefield to save the wounded and recover the flags. I was baffled. How come? Why are the elites doing all of these? Weren't they meant for normal foot soldiers? Why us? Some of my comrades also had the same question in mind. However, we could not disobey the orders of our marshal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the site, we were recovering the corpses of our fellow countrymen. It was gruesome, disgusting, appalling and the smell was simply gross. Amidst all of these, something caught my eye. The flag for the Vanguard Regiment! I leaped in joy as I found the goal of our mission. I went forward, but one of my comrade stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" He shouted as he waved his arms frantically.&lt;br /&gt;"We are supposed to wait for reinforcements before proceeding!" He shouted at the top of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I questioned. I came here to fight a war, not to collect corpses. In addition to that, I wanted to get all the glory of retrieving the flag. I did not want to wait for the others and share my glory with them. Impatience over came me. I felt that I had simply no more time to waste. I want to get over with this arduous task over with. I could not wait anymore. I quickly grabbed my prized rifle and rushed to wards the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to reach the flag, a bullet whizzed past me and struck me on my leg. I fell in an agonizing cry.  The enemy soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions and charged towards me. I took the rifle. Aimed, and fired a few shots. I managed to take down some of them. However, more shots were fired at me. It was obviously an ambush. I did not wait for more people and proceed. I went alone. That was the worst mistake ever. I fired to the last bullet in my magazine, before a bullet penetrated through my hands, making me drop the wooden-barreled  rifle on the bloodstained ground. More bullets struck me, making me scream out loud in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around, trying to see how the rest of my comrades were coping. They were putting out a fierce resistance despite of their numbers. I laid on my back and realised that it was all too late. If I had not been so impatient, I could have... .... I could have... ... I coughed out blood. Mocking at myself of being the first elite to fall after reaching the enemy lines. I regretted what I had done. If only I had waited... ... If only I had waited... ... These few words kept repeating in my mind as I entered eternal slumber... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The very small print : Did the Qns on the impatient thingy from rhe Mid Yr. Hope I would do well tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2932398799420247580?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2932398799420247580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2932398799420247580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2932398799420247580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2932398799420247580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3849096691643149917</id><published>2007-08-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:43:02.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I am typing now, I am still listening to the GE OST tracks from the American GE homepage, SOTNW. Did 2 missions with my former faction mate ( guild mate ), GranThia. It's sad that no one seems to be online now in the faction. Last time, it was quite active, with at least 6 people online. Now, i dun see the faction leader online now. I am the only one online in the faction now. Great. Should I leave? Or stay loyal to this faction? I wished i could go take part in the Colony Wars. Sad, I guess that would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to change back the the Princess Gabrielle Background. Just replaced the background pic. The only bad thing is the word " Granado Espada" seems to clash with some of the words there. Great. It would be soon for me to start studying too. And some more. This Friday. To go or not to? Spending time with my characters and hope to see my faction leader, or simply go out with "them" and eat my pocket out? This question is worth pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added one of my favourites in the OST I heard so far in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to purchase the OST sooner, pray that they would release it in the CD form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian. Now to GE for 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3849096691643149917?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3849096691643149917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3849096691643149917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3849096691643149917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3849096691643149917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/ost.html' title='OST.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2087615935055267417</id><published>2007-08-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:41:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah... ... I still don't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How come every CCA has a rep up there except for Chess? How come? Is Chess Club so in significant that it can be neglected? Sobs. I could be the one to go up there to take it. But never mind. I already been to the dinner anyway, it was satisfying enough. I was kind of shocked when Glen suddenly backed out of the dinner and sent Kelvin as the replacement. I thought he would go through the whole dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The whole indoor sports hall. Wah. Suddenly became so classy and the atmosphere was not bad either. They did not use those "cheap" plastic chairs we always see, but they used those used in restaurants and they even took the liberty to decorate the chair too! Some were decorated a big ribbon, like Mark's one. Sat in a table with Maurice, the-4/2-monitress ( Forgot her name XXX-feng ), Elis, Alvin lim, Mr Sen ( OMG! ), Mrs Lian, a Chinese teacher and Mrs Goh. The whole atmosphere was not as tense as I thought it would be. Everyone was so relaxed and started talking. Mr Sen talked about his own stories. Not bad, missed the times in his D &amp; T class. Kelvin abandoned me to go sit with Mark, Lionel and Ernest. Luckily i was not there. Mrs Loh is at that table too! Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Time to describe the food now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Appetizer: Lettuce with salad and some fried stuff. Not bad. Tasted the rose petals on the table too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Next dish: I drank mushroom soup. Mrs Goh was so kind to pass me the extra plate with the bread. Got an addition to my soup. Happily dipped the bread into the soup as i ate. The Soup.......Wow. Little, but nice. As they said, Good things come in small packages. ( Or goood kings come in small packages? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Main Course : Chicken with the sauce with potato and some vege. The vege with sauce over it was ....... _ _ _ . Chicken was good. Was not used to the western style of eating. The potato. I like it. Rarely get to eat the whole thing with the skin. Surprisingly delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dessert : The HIGHLIGHT! CHEESECAKE WONDERFUL! I ATE 2 and 1/2 of it! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This dinner was more of a platform to let both teachers and students communicate with each other.  Though for some tables.....it was really tense. I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just sent my MP3 for servicing. Now...... I have to adapt and live in a world without portable music now. Bought a Headphone recently. Wow... ... The pristine sound. The whole weekend I indulged in the Granado Espada music. I FELL IN LOVE WITH " ENDLESS BATTLE ", " NEXUS ", " BEYOND HOPE " and many more. Can't wait to get their sound track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2087615935055267417?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2087615935055267417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2087615935055267417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2087615935055267417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2087615935055267417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend.html' title='The weekend.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8739493059610021766</id><published>2007-08-23T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:31:46.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Had the feast today. It was not new to me in any particular way, only that the amount of the food they served had decreased a bit. There is not much people present there either, as compared to previous years, they used to have a full house there. Sat adjacently to 2 girls who were happily chatting ... ... Said the the botak hair style is a school trend. Is it?? I begin wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Food came. The menu was predictable. Food there did not taste delicious either as I had ate them yearly since P2. Why food taste delicious after eating them for such a long time? And the servings get ridiculously reduced too. Great. Coupled with the MC speaking in Hokkien, I have simply no idea what the auction was going on. Lucky got bring PHY TYS and Book to read. Managed to finish some parts of the TYS before the actual feast started. The whole took a whopping 1 1/2 hours to start! Oh my goodness! Every year like this.......Wasted my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Currently listening to the Granado Espada's OST tracks now. I like most of the tracks due to the beat and the rhythm. These tracks are pretty upbeat and modern. I wish I can quickly obtain these tracks and listen them when doing work--since they don't have lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tomorrow. Time to go HPB again. I am 100% sure that I need medication. Then I go to Plaza Sing to purchase and repair my MP3 Player. And I hope to set aside Fridays to study, then i will have ample time to play on Saturdays and Sundays. Here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8739493059610021766?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8739493059610021766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8739493059610021766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8739493059610021766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8739493059610021766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/survived-night.html' title='Survived the night.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8284928031334835985</id><published>2007-08-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:54:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Very Bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have no idea what to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Die liao....Weekend's HW not done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Practical test tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8284928031334835985?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8284928031334835985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8284928031334835985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8284928031334835985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8284928031334835985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/sian_21.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8955323744358289589</id><published>2007-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:35:08.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to explode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; can't stand it anymore. After hearing her incessant naggings for a long time, i do not think I can take it any longer. Though it was supposed to be pushing us to do better, I think it had an adverse effect on me instead. Now I think that the particular subject is not going to easy for me anymore. She always use distinctions to threaten the class, that is one point that I cannot accept as well. It is tough handling 8 subjects at one go.( Maybe 6 ,7 for some ) I still have to memorise other concepts and formulas for other subjects too! How can I place emphasis on only one subject and let the others go down like a sinking ship?! Another thing. Comparison. THIS batch and the LAST batch of Faith4/1s are totally different! Comparing like that is really useless!!!! Everyone is different and has their own limits! OMG! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Compared to her, i feel that other teachers would be much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I had never meet such a stressing teacher before. OMGG. X infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Finally finished arranging the songs in the playlist of WMP. Haven't been using it for a long time. Was using Creative MediaSource.( For conveniences sake. and laziness.) Need to  really listen to other song in my computer. Or else, they are simply as good as wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The grind of GE is coming upon me. Motivation to play is waning. NOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Where is the GE blogskin?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8955323744358289589?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8955323744358289589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8955323744358289589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8955323744358289589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8955323744358289589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-going-to-explode.html' title='I am going to explode.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-863658518376388901</id><published>2007-08-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:12:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Finally. As the saying goes, every dog has it's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I just got mine! WOOHOO! FULL MARKS for E Maths test! First time in my time!!! So happy. Got to cut this complacency now. If not, pride would go into my head, and i would start failing all my subjects. NOOOOO! Time to start studying. In front of the computer. With GE afking in front of me. Wonder if I can concentrate or not. Hmm... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Chem Prac Mock test. Die liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-863658518376388901?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/863658518376388901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=863658518376388901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/863658518376388901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/863658518376388901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/elation.html' title='Elation'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5666229485159317936</id><published>2007-08-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:43:49.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>††‡</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Retake. Last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If not must place pressure on other science subjects and Maths. If further emphasis is not placed on these regions of concern, I will be expecting to die at O levels. Wondering how well my cousins did for their O level Chinese. One in Malaysia, hard to see or contact her. Another one, I am too ashamed to talk to them as her studies are always good, frequently used as a model for my gramps to compare me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A Maths. The complacency cannot continue anymore. If it continues, I would be spiraling into the depths of failure and depression. 33/60. A mere pass. Now to concentrate all on doing Maths paper during JJ's lesson and not stoning away like who-knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Still looking for that Granado Espada Blogskin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5666229485159317936?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5666229485159317936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5666229485159317936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5666229485159317936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5666229485159317936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='††‡'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3386394153620260560</id><published>2007-08-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:59:41.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;English O level Oral is finally over! Woohoo. I was really nervous at that point of time when I was waiting in the room,  sitting on the chairs and practicing before the actual one. Talked to Yinah and Leshi while waiting for my turn. That made me feel a bit less tense. Damn. Ms Leong thought my definition of getting as low as possible for my L1R5 is doing badly for the Os. She was wrong! I was talking about aiming 10 points for my L1R5, not what she was thinking about. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I am not sure why, but my 10 minutes was certainly very long. I thought that my time was up already and was thought it was my turn. I saw Jia Hui coming out so quickly. Great, that made me think. Did Ms Leong fail to keep track of the time and gave me extra time to prepare? I was frantically looking around, trying to think that i have not overshot my allocated time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Practising at the table there was very smooth indeed, I read quite smoothly @ the table. However, all changed when I went to the examiner there. I started to be stuck @ some parts. !! Die. In the end, i thought i could leave by the front door. Opps, i went for the back one instead and accidentally knocked my leg into the desk. Made myself look clumsy and spoiled the image of the school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Decided that I would retaking chinese. Freak u , SX and KW. Why ask me want to retake or not? In the end is you ownself take the exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Decided to change my Blogskin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking for a Granado Espada one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hopefully i can get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3386394153620260560?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3386394153620260560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3386394153620260560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3386394153620260560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3386394153620260560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the blue.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-5549291852031589642</id><published>2007-08-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:16:27.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianess Aura. Reduction in both movement speed and Attack speed by 60%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today. Nothing much to say. Nothing much to comment either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels results got revealed. Clinched a B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was no so bad as there are people getting about the same grade or higher than me by one. And my chinese is always kind of gambling with 4D. Grades always fluctuate between A2 to C5 for the years I'm been in Secondary. Now comes the BIG question. To RT or not? Asked how JY scored, A2. WZ, B3. WS, A1. Oh my. All so high. I have 2 packages to consider for my future. Not so attractive in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PACKAGE 1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                            1. Spend another $24 and retake Chinese Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                           2. Spend another few more weeks on it, coz' of sitting for it for Prelims and Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                            3. And get a higher grade. (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PACKAGE 2 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                           1. Free. Absolutely no charge needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                            2. Spend more time on other subjects like Comb. Humans, Biology, Chemistry, A maths and make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                                 them improve by at least a grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                            3. This would solve the problem. (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy nowdays to update my blog. I never failed to check the tags as this page is set as my Homepage. So, no escaping. Sometime got the feeling to update, but then I suddenly do not feel like it, and go off playing GE. Now Weekday computer usage is going to be reduced to 1hr/day. And I would be using it @ night. Next, to continue the search for my headphones. Hopefully I can get them soon and get my MP3 repaired. I am stuck in a world of no portable music now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-5549291852031589642?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5549291852031589642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=5549291852031589642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5549291852031589642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/5549291852031589642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/sianess-aura-reduction-in-both-movement.html' title='Sianess Aura. Reduction in both movement speed and Attack speed by 60%'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-8348290655339246153</id><published>2007-08-02T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:20:43.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Feeling so bored today. Granado Espada down for server upgrade, with no games to kill my boredom. I am really stoning in front of my computer for a long time. Boredom is killing me! S-I-A-N! Bleach this week not coming out, and thing off that'll keep me occupied for a limited amount of time. Or I could follow what S.G. do, think of someone and dream there. Nah, that's ridiculous. I haven't been dreaming for a while. It's time to set aside some time to lie on the bed and dream for while. That will  be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe that would not be feasible. G.E.'s coming back tomorrow and with a punch. 2X times EXP RATES! WAH! I AM GOING CRAZY LIAO. TIME TO RAPID CHOING LER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow's going be another day whereby I start counting down from recess to the end of the day. Got that school experience survey. Wonder who would be going to LAN tomorrow. $13 now. $37 left and more to go. I still continue on my quest to find the desired earphones I want and the stuff I may want in the time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a side note.: http://karma-thesimpleconcept.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This blogsite is up and running. Feel free to come / see / crap in this blog. All are welcomed! WOOGHOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-8348290655339246153?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8348290655339246153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=8348290655339246153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8348290655339246153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/8348290655339246153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-3542407076628440594</id><published>2007-08-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:27:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; think that this A Maths test would have a similar ending like the first one. My studies are going up and down like a roller-coaster. Was lucky that I never failed the recent Physics test, very lucky. Got the design question all wrong. Maybe what Ms Nonis said is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It's time to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; This is one thing that I cannot and find it hard to do. I cannot wake up! Still spiraling in the world of illusions and worldly entertainment. Each second, minute, day, week, month just pass by like a speeding car. I think I should do something now. Something that I can do before it is too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Draw up on a piece of drawing paper. The homologous series, solubility  table, selective discharge table. And paste it on my celling. Where I can see it clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mr Joseph's lessons now have basically transformed into a self-study maths period. A great time for me to revise and practice on maths questions as I would have time to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Too much time spent on gluing my face on the screen. And idling in front of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Helped Johnny to buy the class photos. Those whom know why please keep it to themselves. I wanna suan Deafening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3 days more to Saturday. The farewell dinner. I hope they are still having a great time in Singapore, like we did last year over at China. OH! I forgot to install Chinese for my computer and go download QQ messenger to communicate with my last year's buddy. Pity he transferred and did not come this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Listening to Simple Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Just making sure that I have listened to every song in my Media Library. Just in case they go to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-3542407076628440594?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3542407076628440594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=3542407076628440594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3542407076628440594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/3542407076628440594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-to.html' title='Here&apos;s to.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2994831624585775899</id><published>2007-07-31T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:00:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr... ...!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Firstly. I want to say "Aloha!" to my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aloha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Secondly. Diane... ... it may be funny to you. But it's not to me... ... Time to *cracks my fists* hehehe... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now... ... Time to leave for studying A Maths. Tomorrow have A Maths test. Oh my, I think my marks will go on a roller-coaster ride again. Now I finally know why he never come. Ahiya. He transferred school. Sad man... ... I thought he would come. Now I have to go dig out his QQ no. and maybe, go try to communicate with him through QQ messenger. Still rapidly searching for my idea headphone. Can anyone give me any examples or recommend me any model? I am open for suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Spent another day idling in front of the computer and surfing through the forums of Granado Espada. $11 now. $39 more to my intended target. Hope when Granado Espada commercializes, I will still has money to support myself and to even start to save up for the prom night. $65! Ridiculous! I can go LAN for 1 day and still have money for a FAMILY FEAST! Now I hope and pray that I can save up the money... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wah. Sian. Don't have energy to do anything. WARGH! SIAAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2994831624585775899?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2994831624585775899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2994831624585775899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2994831624585775899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2994831624585775899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/grr.html' title='Grr... ...!?'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-2579624489710732461</id><published>2007-07-30T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:02:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for new earphones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Listening to Alones by Aqua Timez now. Had been waiting for a long time for the full version of this song to come. Now it's out, I do not really get that novelty feeling anymore. Anyway, I think it's a good Japanese song. Bleach seems to have nice opening songs that attracts me. Still stuck with some of their earlier opening songs ever since I started watching bleach. Estimated times of listening to it --- Maybe more than 200 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now looking desperately for a new earphone. 3 earphones this year. One of it, only one side functioning. Another is completely destroyed. Only one surviving now. The one I bought before going to China. Only that, one side is ripped off. Went to various websites to check out their products. Sony, Panasonic, Philips and Creative. Est. budget --- S$50 (Will take a long to save for it. ARGH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now is the beginning of the days whereby most of our time in school is dominated by practice papers and more of it. There would not be much breathing space left, so I guess I better savor what  I have now. I should quickly get my earphones or else I would not be able to study well. I need music to to stare and stone at the question for a long time. ( Is that supposed to be a bad thing? ) Hope I can get one and make it last for a very long time. Still got a lot of stuff left undone. Let's get started with the Maths and Phy. Then I put SS as the last. Why? Even if I can study all of the stuff and remember during the exam, I can never finish the paper. Confirm got 2 Source based left blank.  4 weeks left. And amazingly, when's wordpower test?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Went to the 5th floor to get toilet paper today. *#&amp;amp;^$! Why the 6th floor toilet no toilet paper?! Saw the Zhu Hai students on the way down. I think I saw Diane's buddy, yunqi. Seeing them, I just accelerated my footsteps and quickly proceeded to the toilet. Time for I-pretend-not-to-see-you. But, I do not think that they would also recognize me anyway. Put on quite a lot. Quite a lot of newcomers, so doubt that they would recognize me. HeHeHe. Practically safe for now. Now I laugh at Puay Seng for having to take a buddy from overseas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-2579624489710732461?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2579624489710732461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=2579624489710732461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2579624489710732461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/2579624489710732461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/searching-for-new-earphones.html' title='Searching for new earphones.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-1672418245608355620</id><published>2007-07-29T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:01:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go to the Budget Airport today to meet them. Feeling a bit guilty and envious of those had a great time today. All did was -- staying @ home doing some HW and game like mad. Even if I go, aiya. Go there also stand aside, just like all other gatherings i had. Will-always-be-that-left-put-person. Guess I have no affinity with crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to finish chemistry liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what will happen if our class also have a gathering, will i still stand one-- wait.&lt;br /&gt;What WILL happen to me next Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-1672418245608355620?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1672418245608355620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=1672418245608355620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1672418245608355620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/1672418245608355620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-4470156120393435136</id><published>2007-07-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:37:16.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am a little little bored and crazy now~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Since only left 87 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Let me suggest something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LET'S PLAY NEOPETS!!! WOOHOO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It's a nice game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm earthshock. Add me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Try not to mind me. I have gone a little crazy due to laziness and stressed that the commercial release of G.E. is coming soon. OMG. I need to adjust my brain now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-4470156120393435136?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4470156120393435136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=4470156120393435136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4470156120393435136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/4470156120393435136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4367660578696192299.post-935957651777321029</id><published>2007-07-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:00:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;He he he ha ha ha ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Mind. Scroll down the taggy area to the bottom and you get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Levels. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;igh. Is coming towards me silently, happily, quickly, suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aven't done anything much lately to study much. It is really time to start studying n&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;w. Time to cut down on usage of compute&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; during the weekdays ( excep&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;FRI ). Then maximize the weekend time to game like craz&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; as the time is limited. Hmm... ... I would a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;k my G.E. then go study or revise my HW. Ye&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;h. This is what I would do. I shall go s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ar&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; now by doing E Maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go quite a lot of subjects to start on. Chem's the 1st, followed b&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; Bio, then SS. then Geo, then Phy. Maths I am still okay with it, so long as i do more practices, I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next must start to take note of my health. My heart seems to be pounding rapidly after climbing a few flights of steps, which is no-so-good. Then I seemed to be hit by a headache too. Noooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!&lt;br /&gt;Is my body failing me?! This cannot be happening! FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to scroll to the bottom to decipher the message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367660578696192299-935957651777321029?l=iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/feeds/935957651777321029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4367660578696192299&amp;postID=935957651777321029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/935957651777321029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367660578696192299/posts/default/935957651777321029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iambasicallyboredwithlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hehehe.html' title='Hehehe.'/><author><name>Cheese.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12466526905870269850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
