<?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-8010990277847653712</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:33:13.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010990277847653712.post-1618822089814992976</id><published>2009-04-11T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:48:24.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wordpress</title><content type='html'>My last blog post was kind of emotional.&lt;br /&gt;(If you are Mr Swee, please be kind to know I didn't use the 'e' word and I will not write a 3000 word essay about my views on 三国演义 in Japanese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to inform that my Wordpress blog will be up soon and I shall destroy Blogger forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordpress: Secure&lt;br /&gt;Blogger: Full of scams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows Live Player: Secure&lt;br /&gt;Imeem: Full of viruses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. My Norton website checker told me that 7 trojans (a kinda of virus) were found on Imeem.&lt;br /&gt;Beat that, computer website abusers. You want people to donate to your website when you can't even promise security on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-1618822089814992976?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/1618822089814992976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordpress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1618822089814992976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1618822089814992976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordpress.html' title='wordpress'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-6802870685334928537</id><published>2009-04-11T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:38:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how lousy I get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Guess I am a epic failure at communicating well with other people, after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah dunno what's wrong with me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Can't get myself started on homework. Especially when I know there's only a few and I will always do them at 11pm Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What.is.the.problem.with.me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be accident-prone, a procrastinator or even an interaction failure. It's just how peculiar life can get when you believe in the fact that: &lt;u&gt;When you grow older, you grow maturer.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not even practicing piano/cello regularly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder, is it &lt;b&gt;stress&lt;/b&gt; that I am facing, at all?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just my laziness and injust character that made me so frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are, bizzare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-6802870685334928537?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/6802870685334928537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-how-lousy-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6802870685334928537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6802870685334928537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-how-lousy-i-get.html' title='I know how lousy I get.'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-4197375782168436159</id><published>2009-04-06T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:28:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my best days.</title><content type='html'>Like what Evil Tan might rant to us in PC lessons, I simply do not get enough sleep. To be truthful, 5 and a half hours is really all I have to get some shuteye before 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Today, shall be one of the unusual days where I get about 7 hours of sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, getting Maths CT tomorrow. A bit shuddering cos Ruixian changed seat. I wonder if I was the one being really bad in Maths such that Xiangrong had to switch over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my GPA for CA1 is not really what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I did better than some of my classmates who scored much higher than me during PSLE, which what I might term as an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to secondary school education, things sure change a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I.am.going.to.fail.my.KPT.quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-4197375782168436159?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/4197375782168436159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-my-best-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/4197375782168436159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/4197375782168436159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-my-best-days.html' title='One of my best days.'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-7495756815126379976</id><published>2009-04-05T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:27:18.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some clearing up</title><content type='html'>Yeah, guess I'll be able to blog more often, now that I manage my time better. I won't be only talking about what happens everyday, unless I'm pissed/excited about that particular event~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that cleaning up the area where you do homework everyday helps you to focus on your work better. Maybe tidyness gives one a sense of concentration?&lt;br /&gt;My concentration span is finally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;improving&lt;/span&gt; 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going to love GAP lessons forever if Mrs Goh doesn't change her shift with Mr Teo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. People I'm either gonna change to Wordpress soon or another blogskin. Blogger does &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; give me a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that's gonna happen soon is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna get my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; cello :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the one that I have now, is an old piece of crap from 1993.&lt;br /&gt;Please admire my antiques, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of antiques, Miss Lee Rui Xian got her ruler broken by some really careless people :O&lt;br /&gt;She told me it had been there for like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt; plus or so and she was kinda sad about it. So I took two pictures for evidence in case~&lt;br /&gt;Not posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;ON.&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-7495756815126379976?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/7495756815126379976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-clearing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7495756815126379976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7495756815126379976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-clearing-up.html' title='Some clearing up'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3642165415048572400</id><published>2009-04-04T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:07:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My harsh thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hm I haven't asked this question in a very long time, but do you people go on STOMP?&lt;div&gt;I actually am a frequent visitor of STOMP and I am very very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; PISSED OFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok you can go on STOMP now, and see the video of what you might term as extreme violent child abuse. I believe the parents of this poor kid here are as sadistic and sick in the mind as this maid over here, which treats the child like a &lt;i&gt;football&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am aghast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this really have to happen, and therefore being showed to the whole world how Singapore &lt;b&gt;promotes&lt;/b&gt; child abuse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a cosmopolitian country like ours, such behaviour is TRULY unacceptable and irrational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are only 13-year-old kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are 30+-year-old adults thinking?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention adults, but big kids around 16 years of age are as rowdy and uncouth as they can get. What do you know about scolding male/female private parts to people from England that is an insult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I want to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shallow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just bloody shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3642165415048572400?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3642165415048572400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-harsh-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3642165415048572400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3642165415048572400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-harsh-thoughts.html' title='My harsh thoughts'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-919343191125830526</id><published>2009-04-04T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:59:01.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking news much?</title><content type='html'>Because my dear brother wanted to go to my cousin's house for dinner, I had to give up the chance of playing basketball with Daphne, Camillia and Charmaine. Apparently, Charmaine had some beginner's luck and was able to score a few :O&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Haha no offence. She's quite good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually starting we only just practiced scoring and all the crap, then there was this family, in which I think was a family which comes for basketball every week, and we sort of shared the court for an hour or so; then we played a match against each other. Didn't really do much except blocking here and there cos the other teammates were Poh and Chew who would &lt;b&gt;seldom&lt;/b&gt; ever pass me the basketball, thinking they might be quite awesome without a third player~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. There were some things which Poh and Chew did which involved acting cool and yadayada but didn't score as well. Like wth I'm right in front of them and there's another opponent nearby and you didn't pass me the ball. Yeah, maybe I'm not a volleyballer, I'm from CO, but wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see, there just might be the chance I score?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it have to be that - that you have to be really awesome in some sport in order for one to have a chance in the game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, you simply despise females?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add in the fact that I'm pissed. That I was supposed to stay longer at the court. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the good thing is I can score goals that even Chew Sze Lin the so-called 171cm freak &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; score hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at some people play, who call themselves &lt;b&gt;pro&lt;/b&gt;, Chew and Keane really &lt;i&gt;suck&lt;/i&gt; at basketball. As a school player for volleyball of VS, you think you're so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Definitely, I'm not good at basketball either, but I believe I shouldn't say it in your face like you do, acting high and mighty that 'you know how to play basketball and I don'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Accept me, I have a life and I have my issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-919343191125830526?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/919343191125830526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/shocking-news-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/919343191125830526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/919343191125830526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/shocking-news-much.html' title='Shocking news much?'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-2808565364070954182</id><published>2009-04-04T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:22:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruments require time and practice</title><content type='html'>Just came back from cello lesson. My teacher is horrifyingly intimidating, but she's a really good and nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the lesson she was talking about another Year 1 who got into double bass instead of cello, and that student's fingers were &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; short, plus her body build which was um, say, same as Junde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so 田老师 told me sth about how she'd have difficulties playing cello, not to mention DB. Then her mom sort of asked if  田老师 could switch her to cello instead, but it was kinda impossible cos for every batch of Year 1s, &lt;b&gt;4 students&lt;/b&gt; are taken for cello. Yeah that student was totally unable to move the cello much at all... Yet her mom wants her daughter to take up cello whatever it takes, even though she could much get into &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;erhu&lt;/span&gt;, which is a lovely instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;何必那么坚持？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was working on Fantasie Impromptu. Yeah it's kinda freelance piece for me cos for piano exam, I'm taking Sarabande instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Chopin is a genius and he tortures the player's fingers to be &lt;strong&gt;extraordinarily&lt;/strong&gt; flexible.&lt;br /&gt;I've mastered the first page and I'm gonna work on the next once I get my hands on homework, which will take me another few minutes here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time permits, I'm gonna learn &lt;u&gt;Misery Business&lt;/u&gt;. -wags eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;That song is &lt;s&gt;fun&lt;/s&gt; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It involves quick octaves which kinda damages the center bone of my fingers when I do it too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that my cello teacher is training my pinky to be supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;Shiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-2808565364070954182?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/2808565364070954182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/instruments-require-time-and-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2808565364070954182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2808565364070954182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/instruments-require-time-and-practice.html' title='Instruments require time and practice'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-2258469122543495160</id><published>2009-04-03T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:19:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is for the lonely to be enlightened (I'M BORED)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it"&lt;br /&gt;- Lady Macbeth, Act 1, Scene V&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are deceiving, so is attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have certain issues that people deem as seriously 'unimportant to actually be noticed', like one's way of communication or how some just do not admit to their mistakes (in any aspect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I simply &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; talk with EQ-less people because they somehow will piss me off in some way which they'd never think they'd offend me. Sometimes it's my fault, sometimes it's theirs. There are ways which I can salvage and intepret the situation in another way and be optimistic about it but when I can't tolerate it anymore, it means I &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;因为&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;适可而止&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely do not get as much cold and hard comments as compared to others, but I feel things should get fair sometimes. To understand one another is never an easy task; to anger one is yet as delicate as fragile glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I criticise and hurl at others, but silently, and most importantly, letting the ones that I'm reaching out to understand what I said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;需要了解另一个人不简单。&lt;br /&gt;可是如果你不愿意被其他的人接受，你就会孤零零地自己做打算。&lt;br /&gt;朋友因此是世界上属于较珍贵的东西，得到了要懂得珍惜，没有了等于在冬天里失踪的动物，无法再回来。&lt;br /&gt;可是回来的方法只有一个：自己争取机会行动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend." - Albert Camus, French existentialist author and philosopher&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-2258469122543495160?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/2258469122543495160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-post-is-for-lonely-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2258469122543495160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2258469122543495160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-post-is-for-lonely-to-be.html' title='This post is for the lonely to be enlightened (I&apos;M BORED)'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3987815691318474352</id><published>2009-03-19T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:31:40.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES I HAVE TIME TO UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not. It's 9.21pm and I'm supposed to be chionging my homework left. Like Kaising, I'm really slacking. I heard some people actually completed their homework. SIAN. I feel so... inferior. In some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's half-half. I kinda enjoyed being at Xiwen's house today (YEAH..) cos we actually were able to finish the hothouse. Not gonna tell you what stuff we used, but I think it's kinda original. Haha. So I played the piano and I like her piano's sound. I also found out how good Jocelyn was at sight-reading. Sian I feel inferior again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went to somewhere. Which I didn't inform ppl about, and ended up me being late. Yah. So youall do see why I was late right? I hated something. But I'm not going to review the whole show thing and get pissed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody lately. I can't get work done as usual. Chua Cheery shall hope that her other happiness, Ng Kai Sing, is not as slackage as her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get what was on top ^,&lt;br /&gt;try guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you won't. Anyway, it just means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheery - happy in English&lt;br /&gt;Kaising - happy in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I'm random. No link.&lt;br /&gt;NO LINK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAPHNE LIOW JUST GOT OWNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Rock Band. A lot. In case you people didn't know, I perform better when no one's looking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99% for vocals? You have to be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin did an FC. O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3987815691318474352?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3987815691318474352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-have-time-to-update-okay-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3987815691318474352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3987815691318474352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-have-time-to-update-okay-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-9200795593037381328</id><published>2009-03-14T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:23:37.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YAH TAGGGAYE REPLIES.&lt;br /&gt;I am so scrutinising Daphne's contact lenses. I have some issues with it HAHA. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xiwen&lt;/u&gt; here you are haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wait &lt;u&gt;Daphne&lt;/u&gt;, I shall laugh in a Justin Ang way for you. I don't know what's his problem but his laughing is extremely piggingly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, &lt;u&gt;Mary&lt;/u&gt; your name is too long le. I shall term you as 3M next time :D&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, &lt;u&gt;Xien&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hi &lt;u&gt;Rennie&lt;/u&gt; tall woman. I shall linky you ha.&lt;br /&gt;Lol &lt;u&gt;Angie&lt;/u&gt;. Small world. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, &lt;u&gt;Annora&lt;/u&gt; now you know I have a blog so you shall tag often.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, &lt;u&gt;Vernis&lt;/u&gt;. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-9200795593037381328?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/9200795593037381328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yah-tagggaye-replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/9200795593037381328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/9200795593037381328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yah-tagggaye-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3023417034438656686</id><published>2009-03-14T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:12:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YES YES MAJOR UPDATE! :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know I've been very &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; inactive la but you people still tag me haha. Okok, now that you people are here, I shall do a quick post about Friday, the final day before the start of March holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see it WAS Friday the 13th so you can roughly estimate the amount of homework I have ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as usual, chionged filing in the morning while listening to Qiqibird get pwned seriously physically/mentally by Yu Chong and Wei Jian. Yah as usual, very crappily laughed at. (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I was damn high cos Zheng Yu didn't come. YAY YET ANOTHER DAY OF PEACE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Jocelyn disturbed the hell out of me before/after flag-raising and in my handphone I realised the retard photos Shiminn took on my phone. Fine two retards then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was kinda normal and somehow, I think that real numbers was one of the easier topics in Maths that day. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only during LA that I got abit jittery, cos the trainee teacher/just a teacher which came to watch Mr Swee make a fool of himself during LA came and like I said, Zheng Yu didn't come. So she took that spot &lt;i&gt;right beside me&lt;/i&gt; so I knew that I couldn't slack or make stupid comments in class loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Swee was being unknowingly hilarious then I think Junde sorta made him say something like "Answer the ******* question will you!" I mean Mr Swee purposely censored the asterisk part and the whole class was laughing like mad cows, yes, including me and I think I forgot Miss Tan was sitting beside me. HA. So apparently she saw it and everyone in the class stopped to take a glimpse of her reaction. LOL SHE GOT NO REACTION DE LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. For this march holidays, I officially declare it FAKE compared to last year's march hols. This year's the same as going to school without waking up too early in the morning. Let's review the projects/posters/assignments given just for this freaking 'holiday':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CME poster&lt;br /&gt;2) HCL poster&lt;br /&gt;3) Geography assignment&lt;br /&gt;4) History assignment&lt;br /&gt;5) Science Hothouse project&lt;br /&gt;6) Some other usual homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks kinda less to you but I horrifyingly went to summarise everything. That's because besides number 3 and 6, the rest involves meeting up with group members. Yes. &lt;b&gt;FOUR DAYS&lt;/b&gt; off my March holidays. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Anyway, I did kinda half-half for Term 1 subjects. Anyway, as a mediocre, then going to DHS, I think I did not bad X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if you guys were thinking, my classmates all know my PSLE results. So they were kinda pissed if I got higher than them in something. No. Don't compare with me. I'm really really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; inconsistent and I do well when I feel like it. Crap. Why so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't study for Science prac, Geog, MEP and half of HCL.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm such a failure at time management.&lt;br /&gt;So much for sticking to the computer for long times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If without studying I can like pass the tests, I think if I studied, I would've gotten higher anyway. Better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM SO GOING TO CHIONG ALL MY HOMEWORK ASAP BY SUNDAY NIGHT AND GET ON WITH PROJECTS AND MATHS COMMON TEST REVISION BY THE END OF MARCH HOLIDAYS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Chua Cheery is definitely not a geek and &lt;/s&gt;Sheryl Han&lt;/s&gt; Salad Hunt knows it. Clara Lim also knows that Chua Cheery forms Cheery Potential Energy, which only helps people to slacken. Not a good source of energy, irrelevant, so stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall update my links. I feel so anti-social by not doing so. I know you people feel honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might update when I procrastinate during the hols. Off to my cousin's house. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3023417034438656686?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3023417034438656686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-yes-major-update-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3023417034438656686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3023417034438656686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes-yes-major-update-d.html' title='YES YES YES MAJOR UPDATE! :D'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-6321777230806737400</id><published>2009-02-22T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:11:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After what you might term as an eternity, I actually post.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have this mind to really quit blogging altogether cos you people can see I have no time for anything. I haven't been updating often and most of you are pissed off as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do ):&lt;br /&gt;Yeah first it's the permission to blog in the first place. At least you can see me online every single day without fail probably. But that isn't really the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-6321777230806737400?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/6321777230806737400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-what-you-might-term-as-eternity-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6321777230806737400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6321777230806737400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-what-you-might-term-as-eternity-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-1254662632839642094</id><published>2009-02-12T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:26:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAW5qkMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Rt9kfpkTeSk/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912145492611266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAW5qkMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Rt9kfpkTeSk/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two finger version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAM6xU7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mX_QrMY_Mbg/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912142812894130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAM6xU7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/mX_QrMY_Mbg/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more serious, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAMgoTfI/AAAAAAAAABs/70vujyl5cq4/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912142703250930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAMgoTfI/AAAAAAAAABs/70vujyl5cq4/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yifei, Qiqibird and Yujing. At Pasir Ris macdonalds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQs_2hyBiI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ss64cN3hAZE/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912136802502178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQs_2hyBiI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ss64cN3hAZE/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jian, Di Sheng, Brandon, Jun De and covered Benjamin. Still at mac, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQs_4Vc2DI/AAAAAAAAABc/zmr7dAJVzBU/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912137287653426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQs_4Vc2DI/AAAAAAAAABc/zmr7dAJVzBU/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Jian, Di Sheng, Brandon and Jun De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr61Z0dTI/AAAAAAAAABU/V1UPfLR1NMQ/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910951089698098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr61Z0dTI/AAAAAAAAABU/V1UPfLR1NMQ/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yifei and Yujing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr606-mVI/AAAAAAAAABM/s-QFg7jp_hk/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910950960339282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr606-mVI/AAAAAAAAABM/s-QFg7jp_hk/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretttttayyyyyyyyyyye Yifei :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5g5qvQI/AAAAAAAAABE/Agb-bkJKa0g/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910928406265090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5g5qvQI/AAAAAAAAABE/Agb-bkJKa0g/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retards - Brandon, Jun De and Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5fqSYuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/n_d5-Djahbk/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910928073319138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5fqSYuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/n_d5-Djahbk/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MAD WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5KRlgeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kKSl3vP5LQg/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910922332570082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQr5KRlgeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kKSl3vP5LQg/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EVEN MADDER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqe88dogI/AAAAAAAAAAs/caYSEdpjhpY/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909372566086146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqe88dogI/AAAAAAAAAAs/caYSEdpjhpY/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqeaxt0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/anQkfun6Eik/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909363394204178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqeaxt0hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/anQkfun6Eik/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiqibird blocking my picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqeDsQL_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BrpH_YJdiG0/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909357197275122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqeDsQL_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BrpH_YJdiG0/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yujing, Qiqibird, Sheryl and Clara (with Wei Jian being extra behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqd9tWneI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QkZ5WO1cazs/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909355591278050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqd9tWneI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QkZ5WO1cazs/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who actually bothered to take photos O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Of course la, I conned them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqdphqdlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EwTkWxmfd7Q/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909350173537874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQqdphqdlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EwTkWxmfd7Q/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brandon I couldn't take this properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c837995b019f903e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc837995b019f903e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296150%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE3B824782280AB93FD1F76616DB6C6E33A8E85.4295926CD9BEC94B8354FF3D3B0E1F28CB4A0992%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc837995b019f903e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjKnHpgElLprU7r76xLRNGffYjWg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc837995b019f903e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331296150%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EE3B824782280AB93FD1F76616DB6C6E33A8E85.4295926CD9BEC94B8354FF3D3B0E1F28CB4A0992%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc837995b019f903e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjKnHpgElLprU7r76xLRNGffYjWg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWN HAHAH. They were playing the crap in Pasir Ris Park after lunch. Okay now I find I'm kinda stupid. 10 seconds video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, YUJING LET GO OF HER HANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-1254662632839642094?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c837995b019f903e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/1254662632839642094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1254662632839642094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1254662632839642094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-update.html' title='PHOTO UPDATE'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqwgfXghKRQ/SZQtAW5qkMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Rt9kfpkTeSk/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010990277847653712.post-4608909670853435106</id><published>2009-01-31T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:20:10.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I happen to be very baffled with the fact that I can't be bothered to blog anymore. But it seems that today is a really nice day to flame a moron's blog hahah. Okay maybe not. I'm a very &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was holding CNY celebrations on WEDNESDAY. How.come.not.Friday.la. And the thing was that we were out at 1.45 (which is the earliest you can get in Dunman High). Which meant the celebration at Park View was over already. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebrations at DH, I can tell you I got pretty bored. Even the first day of school was 3456763345634 times better than on CNY. So what I heard from Cheryl was that we were supposed to meet Tessa, Si Heng and Poh and Liew and go to Park View or smth but in the end everyone separated and I managed to cut my queue into 158. With Cheryl. Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa was left &lt;s&gt;stranded&lt;/s&gt; waiting for another bus. In the end we all met in Whitesands and bought presents for the January birthday people. Yeah I saw Shanice from 1I there also but we were just slightly acquainted so I didn't go say hi or anything. Then we went Macdonalds to buy my mocha frappe &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is either I have grown taller or both of them have shrunk. But too bad it really isn't possible for two people to shrink at once so it is extremely likely I.grew.taller.yay. But still shorter than those two brats la. (Omg 'brat' is such a mature word to use) Yeah so as usual they would pretend they didn't see us and 'go play basketball/volleyball/other crap' and think we would actually be arsed to care lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Mac again, early and Tessa and I exchanged phones to play games. (Yeah. Cheryl's phone games are pathetic) YEAH I SO LOVE THE GUITAR ROCK THING. And I found out later that Tessa and Chew had the same phone as my brother lol. Yeah and she took mine to play Need For Speed. Yes my hp has Need For Speed and I'm damn proud of it. But it seems that Justin's phone has GTA UNFAIRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost everyone came in the next thirty minutes and we lazed there until like 3. So what happened was the security guard didn't let us in. Probably because there were about 15 or so of us and the guard thought that going in might result in either the whole P1 and P2 cohort would be too freaking distrubed to have the ability to open their books or to eat in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were all clueless to where we were supposed to go so in the end we all went to Chew's house cos Ly's house was not permitted for like so many people to enter. Yeah they did homework, played bunluck (Ashikin and I are non-gamblers) and used com. It was starting to get boring like wth then they decided to go down for basketball (FINALLY). Then my mom wanted me home so I didn't follow the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens that I seldom go home with either Cheryl or Tessa already unless we meet each other on 358. But in actual fact I see Tessa in 358 when I board it most of the time hahah. Going home with 1F people is certainly damn funny and embarrassing in many aspects and so many people live in Pasir Ris! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Info on half constructed family tree will be posted some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-4608909670853435106?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/4608909670853435106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-happen-to-be-very-baffled-with-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/4608909670853435106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/4608909670853435106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-happen-to-be-very-baffled-with-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-2731960872857944772</id><published>2009-01-27T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:17:35.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay great e-assignments hello to cruel reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see you won't be able to make sense of the sentence above because I'm freaking pissed. Zomg Sheryl I almost forgotten! E-ASSIGNMENTS, THE &lt;b&gt;GRADED&lt;/b&gt; ONES! GOD WHEN'S IT DUE?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-2731960872857944772?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/2731960872857944772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-great-e-assignments-hello-to-cruel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2731960872857944772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2731960872857944772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-great-e-assignments-hello-to-cruel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-7182153829697392712</id><published>2009-01-26T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:45:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NIUYEAR!&lt;br /&gt;(Although I already know this is freaking unoriginal but I don't really have a brain at exactly 12.40...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'll make this snappy cos my lappy is running out of battery and I don't want to charge it today. What happened was I pwned JH in Ridge-Racing for the first time. And for now it's probably the second, third. Or maybe fourth.&lt;br /&gt;Which don't usually happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;What's the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;Practice more.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still playing, and he's still losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Daniel. Sorry but I can't think of anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-7182153829697392712?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/7182153829697392712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niuyear-although-i-already-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7182153829697392712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7182153829697392712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niuyear-although-i-already-know.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-1072796528349299886</id><published>2009-01-24T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:45:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidental. WHY.</title><content type='html'>Yayness to Grade 5 Theory. After an eternity I found out I actually passed hahah. Great now I shall skip Grade 6 and get on with Grade 7. I don't really know why la but Grade 5 is compulsory -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so let's recount Wednesday with MEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what happened after MEP was that I got to the bus-stop as usual with Abigail. Then after 10 minutes I got onto the bus and I also got the shock of my life hahah. Xiao Qi, Zheng Yu, Wei Jian they all practically shouted in unison from their seats, "HI CHEEEERRRRRYYYYY!" Then shit. I saw Jun De. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone in the bus was pretty quiet cos it was around 4pm and DH students do get tired easily hah. ONLY &lt;s&gt;our&lt;/s&gt; Jun De and Wei Jian's group were the chattering one. And it means that all the other living people on the bus were looking at us la, minus the driver (AS USUAL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we got down the bus I saw Sheryl, Clara, Brandon and Benjamin waiting for the whole bunch of us.&lt;br /&gt;What I deciphered from Sheryl was that she and Clara got to the nearer bus stop first and when they were waiting the bus came. So the group lagging FAR behind tried to catch up but it seemed that only Brandon and Benjamin survived so ya. LOL the rest had to wait for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;And there was where I landed. With Jun De again.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so you know what to expect on the MRT la.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on to the Ferra pole everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;That was still normal. What made it EVEN MORE NORMAL was that he started pole-dancing on the MRT. Wow. I so want to invite one of the SCs to wake him up or smth. Couldn't he have found other things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-1072796528349299886?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/1072796528349299886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/yayness-to-grade-5-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1072796528349299886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1072796528349299886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/yayness-to-grade-5-theory.html' title='Coincidental. WHY.'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-6634306815833440749</id><published>2009-01-22T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:18:09.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TRUST ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T AND I MEAN DON'T SIT BESIDE JUN DE OR DI SHENG IN A BUS OR MRT.&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL REGRET IT.&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DON'T SIT WITH BRANDON TOO.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't destroy my manga la!" Brandon squeals, in a Gee Ay Wye voice.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you Geeee Ba Quan I Xiang Long Shi Ba Zhang ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Qiqibird, you should understand what I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-6634306815833440749?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/6634306815833440749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/trust-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6634306815833440749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6634306815833440749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/trust-me.html' title='Second regret'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3432526181789341266</id><published>2009-01-20T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:26:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grazes, cuts and infection helloooo</title><content type='html'>This is the third time in six freaking years I hurt my kneeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. Yeah so basically, I was dying from the pain la. I think this wound will take around a few months to even form the scab D:&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH SO I DON'T WANT TO ELABORATE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to thank some really helpful people. If they hadn't helped me, I would have gotten a more serious injury.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID KNEE.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE ALSO CAN FALL I FELL AT THE CHICKEN RICE KNEE&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;And to avoid grazes on the other, I SPRAINED MY FRICKING LEFT FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm so going to be a cripple man ):&lt;br /&gt;Ya so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you veryveryveryveryvery much, Jun De, for your powderful bandage hahahahah, Sheryl, (not Cheryl) for your tissue, Suthida for helping me with my painful knee and Shermaine and Felicia for following me to the lifts instead of using the stairs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERRARIS, THANK YOU TOO FOR BOTHERING ME ABOUT THE "ARE YOU OKAY" FACTOR. EVEN THE BOYS ALSO ASK. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3432526181789341266?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3432526181789341266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-third-time-in-six-freaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3432526181789341266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3432526181789341266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-third-time-in-six-freaking.html' title='Grazes, cuts and infection helloooo'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-978060377406956131</id><published>2009-01-18T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:35:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No chance</title><content type='html'>UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zheng Yu &lt;s&gt;and Benjamin&lt;/s&gt; don't get all arrogant cos you got into basketball team okay. You are so so not man HAHAHAH TOO BAD &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-978060377406956131?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/978060377406956131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/978060377406956131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/978060377406956131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-d.html' title='No chance'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3545607971292837081</id><published>2009-01-18T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:48:48.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 stars from Chua Cheery you know! Not easy to get leh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED CLIFF 2 MUST BE A HIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAO CAO IS DAMN GREAT AT ACTING MAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so basically I viewed it at the cinema today and I give it a whopping 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Usually movies like Twilight only deserve 1 and a half from me hahah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. It could've gotten 4 stars from me, if Lin Chi Ling had not distorted the actual story from Romance of The Three Kingdoms. Firstly I am a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; fan of San Guo Yan Yi in all forms (Yes, it actually is part of real history), and when I watched today's Red Cliff version I was damn pissed la. I mean since when Xiao Qiao actually went to Cao Cao's camp on her own to bring on her own death? If it &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; happened in the real San Guo Yan Yi, I believe Cao Cao would've &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; fell for her trick and the whole Red Cliff war would be clinched by Zhou Yu anyway -.-&lt;br /&gt;OH AND ZHOU YU.&lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't get the wrong idea. Zhou Yu is not the objective of these two whole movies. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ZHUGE LIANG&lt;/span&gt; IS. Okay, not about his looks or &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt; but it's true. I mean in real history, he single-handedly planned everything. If not for him and his discovery of wind change the war would've completely resulted in Zhou Yu's camp on the losing side. So all in all, Cao Cao is clever and will &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER IN THE WHOLE WIDE EARTH AND MARS&lt;/strong&gt; get all besotted with Xiao Qiao in particularly any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yay. I think I got the right RS project. When it comes to history I must pass it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3545607971292837081?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3545607971292837081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-cliff-2-must-be-hit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3545607971292837081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3545607971292837081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-cliff-2-must-be-hit.html' title='4 stars from Chua Cheery you know! Not easy to get leh!'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-6613401353522043773</id><published>2009-01-17T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:24:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiasco</title><content type='html'>HELLO MY DEAR READERS.&lt;br /&gt;I have a load of homework here but I don't really care cos Maths is really &lt;i&gt;dryyyyyyy&lt;/i&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I'll talk about the other things then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See! I knew that font size change would result in more readership! Beat that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I failed the basketball trial DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do already know the way they actually test us and it's really freaking strict (so is the coach) and I sorta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; there hahah. Yeah actually there was supposed to be a Performing Arts trial &lt;b&gt;right before&lt;/b&gt; the basketball trial thing and I informed the teacher that I'd be late. So basically when there were &lt;strong&gt;3 or 4 people&lt;/strong&gt; left to audition at the String Ensemble area &lt;i&gt;just nice&lt;/i&gt; I rushed there.&lt;br /&gt;So of course it's also my luck that I failed the trial or I would've missed even my PA chance. Lucky lucky lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still not really la.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like hellooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;i&gt;String&lt;/i&gt; Ensemble right? Who ever mentioned that we could play the piano as audition piece? This is fricking unfair la they didn't even inform us ):&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, my piece really ended up messy and Preludes cannot sound lovely if you play wrong chords.&lt;br /&gt;Omgggggggggg I screwed everything up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, luck counts, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - back to my dear graded science report. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-6613401353522043773?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/6613401353522043773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/fiasco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6613401353522043773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6613401353522043773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/fiasco.html' title='Fiasco'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-3598056806765328763</id><published>2009-01-15T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:23:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baffling facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Daniel is right man. We will all suffer from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appendicitis cos recess only lasts 30 minutes. No. Dunman has no such things like Park View. In PV we were still able to &lt;i&gt;stroll&lt;/i&gt; to the parade square without even being late. Now in DH, we have to run some 100+m &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; climb 6 flights of staircases &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; run all the way to the classroom in 2 quick minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The worst thing is, the teachers want us to be punctual. Yeah I believe I'll never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since I'm always 2 minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So basically I don't have much to update about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Except that tomorrow is the freaking basketball trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I shall try my best and not pin too much hopes on this cos I love String Ensemble very, very much. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-3598056806765328763?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/3598056806765328763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/baffling-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3598056806765328763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/3598056806765328763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/baffling-facts.html' title='Baffling facts'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-1265575745977628043</id><published>2009-01-13T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:05:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy that Mr. Tan is lenient</title><content type='html'>YESH I AM SO UPDATING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos today got &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; homework woots! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I presume tomorrow will be filled with many many pieces so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons were not bad la. I like my ACC teacher hahah. Lol I thought ACC was some subject where we might most probably compare with History, but no. Our teacher made it interesting for us :)&lt;br /&gt;Which also means we lucky la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHIEW WEI XUAN IS A FREAKING FLIRT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we didn't find out today we &lt;b&gt;confirmed&lt;/b&gt; it today HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so basically today was Sports CCA Trial day!&lt;br /&gt;And of course what you have to do is walk about the entire campus and try out the sports CCAs la -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ya so I don't wish to fill you in about how the aimage of my softball went haywire drastically or how I so enjoy volleyball but I hate the way they hit each other.&lt;br /&gt;I mean of course I have good news la.&lt;br /&gt;But our chinese teacher says, 先小人, 后君子.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no bad news only good news today :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY I PASSED THE FIRST TRIAL OF &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BASKETBALL&lt;/span&gt; WOOHOO. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahah and I heard that Keaneneo didn't even pass lolololololol so much for acting cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya after giving you the information today, someone please tell me how to do a Powerpoint presentation about yourself with the usage of at least seven slides. Cos Chua Cheery has nothing interesting to talk about for so many slides. I am not an encyclopaedia.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;b&gt;tomorrow is the freaking MEP Practical Test I'd better jiayou man :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's going back to PV on the 23rd? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-1265575745977628043?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/1265575745977628043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesh-i-am-so-updating-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1265575745977628043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/1265575745977628043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesh-i-am-so-updating-today.html' title='Happy that Mr. Tan is lenient'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-7430212767247007218</id><published>2009-01-11T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:40:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny nose but who cares.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ORIENTATION WAS AWESOME MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Basically, they gave us so many CCAs to choose that now I don't even know if I should choose Symphonic Band, CO or String Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in major dilemma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was all about how we're gonna study in DHS (and prolly how I'm gonna&lt;em&gt; survive&lt;/em&gt; anyway). Zomg yes. The worst thing I found out that in DHS, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C is your average grade&lt;/span&gt;. I mean like omg how do I even get average man? D:&lt; So yeah. Must yong gong to the max then can. (Which means, no more telling you stories so often every week)&lt;br /&gt;And when I look at Humanities, I know that Geography would get a better vote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;YA AND OF COURSE RIGHT I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO LANG ARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was games, games and MORE games. I hated the staircases cos we had to run like omg. It was a school tour, yes. We were blindfolded and only the leader wasn't, and Xi Wen had to lead us across the bridge (with turns, stops, you name it). YEWCH &lt;strong&gt;SHE GAVE US THE WRONG DIRECTION AND I ALMOST FELL.&lt;/strong&gt; Well it was pretty fun actually. And then we managed to bond with one another as a class. Lol not to mention Jun De who was awkwardly enthusiastic during the whole phase of orientation. And Chun-Lin was &lt;i&gt;somesort&lt;/i&gt; the monitor of our class the whole while. But all in all, it was a really long day cos we had to prepare for concert. The 3.30pm dismissal became &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.10pm&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were able to walk around freely to look at the CCAs. Yeah I was in a dilemma (&lt;em&gt;and I still am&lt;/em&gt;). Cos the Performing Arts people were simply great and I have no idea which to choose now. Then after everything, the talks and whatsoever claims of uncertainty were solved in an hour. After that was the test of truth:&lt;strong&gt; MEP Selection Test!&lt;/strong&gt; Okay good, theory came earlier. They said they wanted Grade 3 standard but they actually tested around &lt;em&gt;Grade 5&lt;/em&gt;. Although I already took the exam, I was still panicky la cos I hadn't got the results yet. AND OMG! I forgot how to spell '&lt;em&gt;appoggiatura&lt;/em&gt;'! Yeh, two marks gone T.T&lt;br /&gt;Italian terms are the hardest to remember. Not to mention French which I have a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY WE WENT TO &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;EAST COAST PARK&lt;/span&gt;! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;In exact, we &lt;b&gt;walked&lt;/b&gt; there okay. I think it was around 3-4km. Yeah so we had a really fun time there. Especially the ma ma hu hu game lol :D I grouped up with Xiao Qi, Shermaine, Felicia, Chun-Lin, Jun De, Zheng Yu, Brandon and Benjamin. So the game involved holding a bucket full with water with your hands without holding the handles with four fingers, standing in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ma bu stance&lt;/span&gt; AND to keep on for five minutes. Challenge much! After the games we took our class photo there :) Wow to think I can still stand at the back row hahah. So I heard that usually the class photos were taken at school but since the scenery was great we took it under the casuarina trees. If I have the chance to get the pictures then maybe I post it la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was concert night! Actually before that I had lunch with the previous PV'ians hahah. Lol pathetic only&lt;em&gt; 10 people&lt;/em&gt; turned up. Yeah Cheryl and Tessa couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COS FERRA WAS YONG GONG AND FINISHED CONCERT PREP EARLY :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all the teppanyaki crap I rushed down to DH to check on their progress.&lt;br /&gt;Jun De was all fired up with Barney the Dinosaur. So turns out that he became Barney and emo &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; girl was Kai Sing. And I have the video hahah. But I think I won't post it anyway. So concert was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;. Well we have Wei Xuan who was being too spontaneous by cheering for the whole world other than his own class so we bashed his head &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;. LOLOLOLOL. Although there were some skits that I didn't understand from the start to the end, everyone &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; put in a lot of effort the whole week and of course it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1FERRA GOT THE BEST IDENTITY CREATED AWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg yes! I created the identity with Xiao Qi, Shermaine and Felicia :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank them yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, THE CHAMPION FOR THIS YEAR'S ORIENTATION IS: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1HELIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your information, Tessa's class clinched it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so basically everyone got high cos part of the school band were playing Tongue-Tied by Faber Drive and Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings.&lt;br /&gt;Very very nice, and finally, the SCs performed :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE GREAT. In fact they were awesome the whole orientation.&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;blockquote&gt;So finally, I'd like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian!, Daniel! (Tay not Lim), Lovell!, Yu Rong!, Vivian!, All SCs! and the whole bonded and enthusiastic 1FERRA!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yeah, so that's where our term of Ferraris come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Purple Ferraris OIIIIIIII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-7430212767247007218?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/7430212767247007218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/runny-nose-but-who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7430212767247007218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7430212767247007218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/runny-nose-but-who-cares.html' title='Runny nose but who cares.'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-7662245489131808019</id><published>2009-01-02T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:24:46.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount. Faber is a breeeeeeeeze</title><content type='html'>So when others were sleeping their heads off on New Year, I did just the most unconventional thing. I went walking from Kent Ridge to Mount Faber. Haha. But I don't know why there were still a lot of people there. Yeah so my family and cousin's side set off at around 8am and we covered the whole 4.8km. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's like &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; different from NAPFA if you walk the whole way.&lt;/span&gt; Really refreshing. Although the sun did come out early as nnot expected. Well after that we went for breakfast and I returned home to finish up Animal Farm's second chapter before resting for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG LA TODAY'S SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think I was &lt;i&gt;really, really&lt;/i&gt; lucky to be in this school man.&lt;br /&gt;Well roday Dunman had their homecoming celebrations. They were originally at Tanjong Rhu and they moved to Mt. Sinai for two years for a renovation of Tanjong Rhu's campus and now the school's back. :D The teacher said we were really lucky to have the new campus first. Hahah yeah. It's so big that it takes at least three minutes to run from the classrooms to the parade square. Peculiar things in the school different from Park View were that we had to sing the Pledge in Chinese and the school song was (of course) in Chinese too. Seems that DH really focuses a lot on Chinese culture. I mean if they're gonna study history of The Three Kingdoms&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I WILL REALLY BE VERY INTERESTED&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and actually on the 9th of Jan it'll be the premier of Red Cliff II. Finally the battle la. See if I'll purchase the DVD or I'll watch the movie, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's get back on to topic. I said it was REALLY fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was. I mean, the whole day was all celebrations. It's homecoming day, remember? So the Symphonic Band and NPCC/St.Johns/NCC really blew us away. Wow that's the only song by Showluo that I actually hear. AND OMG, the Chinese Dance girls performed &lt;b&gt;Qian Shou Guan Yin&lt;/b&gt;! Yeah and then the MEP pupils (I think) composed the homecoming song and they performed it on the drums and electric guitars. &lt;u&gt;Solid my friend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is my teacher is another Mr Lim-from-Park-View. Hahah I guess you must be thinking: "How can Mr Lim be a good teacher? I thought he very fierce?"&lt;br /&gt;Well PV'ians, if you get Mr Lim as a teacher you'll be the most luckiest pupil of all. Well. Mr Tan's our teacher. Very sarcastically humorous and the only teacher I heard to buy 4D with his handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;YAY LUCKAYE :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so I'm anticipating Monday to Friday. It'll be fun, I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;Yayayaya and much thanks to Xiao Qi, Rui Xian, Yvonne, Emily, Esther, Yi Fei and Clara for making my day today. Especially Rui Xian who broke the ice.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-7662245489131808019?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/7662245489131808019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-when-others-were-sleeping-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7662245489131808019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/7662245489131808019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-when-others-were-sleeping-their.html' title='Mount. Faber is a breeeeeeeeze'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-6244627112382902394</id><published>2009-01-02T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:25:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, horror, stress and many more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I know it's kinda late, but Happy &lt;s&gt;Birthday&lt;/s&gt; New Year. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edited from Happy Birthday by The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I don't know la. I've been thinking and I feel I should &lt;b&gt;quit&lt;/b&gt; blogging leh. :&lt;br /&gt;I mean if I'm really going to spend a lot of time in school and my results aren't good I think I have to, you know, stop focusing on such things, you know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you people think but I think it's going to be a waste of time, especially for such a mediocre student like me. Lol you may not think la but I have to buck up man. I think I'll go back to the one-week-one-post system and see how it works. I mean if it's really &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; stressed then BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yes I'm evil. Too bad loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-6244627112382902394?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/6244627112382902394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-kinda-late-but-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6244627112382902394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/6244627112382902394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-kinda-late-but-happy.html' title='2009, horror, stress and many more'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-2711778700450448068</id><published>2008-12-31T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:26:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia - Craig David</title><content type='html'>Zomgftwchickenrice I think I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; really suffer from insomnia. &lt;div&gt;I mean, how normal is it to sleep at 4am and crawl out of dreamland at 8am? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I don't know how it's going to affect school days either cos it has been like this since last November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah actually to be exact I was just shook slightly by my mother and I woke up, cos basically I had to see the doctor. There was this hardened blister-like thing which was on my foot and the stupid wound was hurting me the whole evening. The doctor didn't use anesthesia on me or whatsoever so I thought she was gonna just give me some medicine or something. Then I saw the scraping metal-like thing on her hands and of course she was going to remove the wound. YEAH SHE DID AND IT DIDN'T HURT. Baffled? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No loh I bet you poeple are more disappointed than surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was all dead skin and it felt like the treatment those fish gave you went you put your feet under the water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well owe that to walking too much ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. YAAAAAAAY! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE THINKING MAN?! School's reopening and you're not rejoicing? Humans are hard to please, isn't it? When you feel all sian and pudgy during the holidays you so much wanted to go to school. And now that school is starting everyone changes. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-2711778700450448068?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/2711778700450448068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2008/12/insomnia-craig-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2711778700450448068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/2711778700450448068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2008/12/insomnia-craig-david.html' title='Insomnia - Craig David'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8010990277847653712.post-181737915988342572</id><published>2008-12-30T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:25:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my URL like :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hello my dear readers. I am really really really sorry for not updating man. I know you miss me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oh shit I'm starting to sound like Leeyann)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't elaborate any further about why I changed both my account and webpage address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Christmas Eve! Yeah. Well so I woke up pretty late and read more Jodi Picoult until it was time to go out. Guess what my family and I went all the way to Jurong Point. That's cos the Japanese Food Street there was &lt;b&gt;famous&lt;/b&gt; for its lovely buffet. Oh and the whole thing was around $300 and I was really lucky cos my dad paid for us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Christmas! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Apparently right, the whole day I was allowed to slack at home and I could do much anything. Hahah so while other people were celebrating and getting baught in traffic conflicts and jams we were home playing PS3 in air-conditioning. :D Yeah but I also spent the whole day practicing for Friday, the big concert. And my crap prelude was in a bad shape then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Christmas concert was nerve-wrecking man.&lt;br /&gt;The concert went by age so I was around the fifth or sixth to start playing. (Yes, some of my teacher's students are adults.) Luckily I delivered the piece in smooth motion and I didn't destroy the mordernt nor the trill and I was glad to know I finished it fast enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;Videos have been took but you have to come to me to see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baked cake with Leeyann. Actually when Daphne and Ashikin were around, things were still working well but when they left us alone IN THE COLD me and Ly almost died of &lt;s&gt;dehydration&lt;/s&gt; baking a unbaked cake. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Pearlyn's house.&lt;br /&gt;People Nintendo'ing (either Wii or DSlite) included Pearlyn, Camillia, Hwee, Daphne, Enver, Chew, Keane, Kaikang, Derence and Qifeng.&lt;br /&gt;So in actual fact almost the whole time everyone was in the parent's room, playing. (As usual.)&lt;br /&gt;When I took Daphne's DS for her R4, I saw Bleach and I seriously had to try it man. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Qifeng keep looking at how easily I defeated all the people with ease/spamming buttons and he wanted to PK me. And Daphne didn't allow but he downloaded the game anyway to Hwee's set and when we played a match, I won. Easily. Don't even need to spam buttons. :D&lt;br /&gt;So Qifeng has no idea how to block attacks and he uses the excuse that Hwee's DS was lagging and he couldn't do anything to help. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chua Cheery officially hates Pearlyn's dog, Bubble, because it bit her arms and fingers for more than 10 times for no reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when it tried to attack me (OF COURSE I COUNTERATTACK LA), those idiot boys who always pretend to be &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt; all just stared. And I think they were too chickened out to get the dog at least 5 inches away from me. Only Pearlyn helped. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay readers don't start freaking out. I did get bitten and some marks are still there but there are no casualties whatsoever. Nope, no rabies. Why are you so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right let's talk about Christmas presents, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought: A laptop and a handphone. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought: Two PS3 games and many many clothes. Plus schoolbag and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;My aunts bought: A Lollipop album (Why now when I start to hate the band? D:&lt;), clothes and jewellery stock Daphne bought: Belgian chocolates! (:D:D:D:D:D) Camillia bought: Piggy bank. And it has a nice sky painted on it :) Hwee bought: Huge candle. Looks like those found at The Body Shop leh. Pearlyn bought: A keychain like trademark with my name on it Leeyann bought: Metallised bookmark Derence bought: (I think Camillia is dying to know cos she got a Pooh bear from him) Correction tape. LOL. Yay this Christmas was better than the last. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8010990277847653712-181737915988342572?l=scarletparasols.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/feeds/181737915988342572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-dear-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/181737915988342572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8010990277847653712/posts/default/181737915988342572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletparasols.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-dear-readers.html' title='I love my URL like :D'/><author><name>Cheery :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720070445811481687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
