<?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-3167487521898205372</id><updated>2012-02-01T01:11:15.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near...</title><subtitle type='html'>Singapore. 
JC 1.
16 years.
August.

I like running. I like dancing. I like the outdoors.
I love my class. I love my OG. I love my CCAs.

Please, Time, do not rob away the joie de vivre of my youth...
Do not rob away the soul of this 16 year old...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-2414657549229029073</id><published>2007-04-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:36:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nostalgia"</title><content type='html'>Mona had her party ytd. She invited all the ex-07A ppl, her OG mates n her new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there at abt 4.15  and met zhi(3) yang(2) (not zhi(4) yang(2)), raphael n jerome 1st. We r the earliest 4! Actually raphael n jerome came 1st but they went shopping for a bit, n zhiyang came later than me so i didnt know where the place was. I assumed it was her house so i went to the eighteenth floor n i ringed the doorbell. Her maid answered 'Mona-sa (so i call her Mona now not Aprilia)?' or something like tt in Tamil or wteva language i dunno haha. Then she gesticulated tt i should go down. I kept pointing 'Down 1 floor? Down 1 floor?' n she nodded so i thought she meant go to 17th floor. So i went 17th floor, ring doorbell, some old lady answered and biffed me abt disturbing her sleep. She said wrong house so i realized tt pointing down doesnt mean 17th floor, it meant all the way down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N so after giving presents n signing in we went to slack arnd in the function room of her condo a bit. Its about the size of my living room and has nothing in it except for this malfunctioning radio which kept playing black eye peas songs for the past 30 mins n everytime there is lag in the music oO. Theres this front door to the living room and its the only door. If you press the button next to the door u can lock it so the next person cant enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this theres this other entrance which isnt a door but a wooden panel (like those separating the seminar rooms in RI n RJ) which can be folded so u can enter the function room thru the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 4 ppl, nothing to do, i brought cards, so tt sounds like a plan man! We all played bridge for abt 10 mins then Mona's  4 year old bro came and kachiao us. At first he kept running arnd poking zhiyang in the a55 with a pointy leaf, then i thought tt was funny. Then he poked me in the a55 with the leaf. It wasnt funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bro, not understanding english, changed his target n went for raphael n pulled his hair, who shouted F***! at the kid. Lol... thk god he doesnt understand, or else his 1st eng word would be F***! then raphael changed tack n went K*N*N*!!! n after 10 mins the kid left the room to go play arnd elsewhere n the last word we heard frm him when he left was K*N*N*!!! Oops oi raphael u go n teach kids bad word for wat!?!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bcos we wanted to play bridge in peace (n no one else arrived yet except for Mona's relatives) we kind of lured him out of the room using zhiyang as bait (hes too cute for the boy not to molest) and then we asked zhiyang to enter thru the gym side. Raphael locked the front door n Jerome went to sit against the gym entrance to block the way so we totally shut him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were very bad to him until he starts banging against the function room door. WOAH it reminded me of the Velociraptor trying to bash down the door n kill the kids in Jurassic Park 1, except this time the kid is the velociraptor and the velociraptor is the kid haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona's new classmates came 1st, meaning i saw Wei Wen, Yen Lin, Junyang, Yu-gwang etc. After juz 20 mins of socializing amongst each other they threw Yen Lin in the pool. Wei Wen came in shortly after. Junyang was talking to his GF (i think) so hes safe ftm. Yu-gwang flew in together to join in as a trio, and somehow Raphael got dumped as well. Jerome tried pushing some other guy in the pool, only to find himself tripping in first before the guy went in. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the guys got wet except 1) Junyang 2) Zhiyang 3) ME. Wah heng i saw the 7A girls arriving so i quickly chionged inside the function room to play cards with them so i dun get dunked as well =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul doesnt know how to play asshole taidi. Then she became the King in the 1st round. oO. She asked 'So if u have three cards and u have a pair u can win the set?' n we where like yah? Then she went King King King n a pair and all of us were like oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second time was 'Hey so u mean the biggest card is a two of spaces is it?' while absentmindedly pulling one of the cards frm her hand. Thanks arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the guys were still swimming around in the pool (with Wei Wen wearing his pants its maybe 15cm frm his naval!?!? and Raphael showing his lacklustre physique :P) me n the 7A girls juz eat the barbecue stuff. We all talked abt old class stuff, then Kang Wei arrived n Jerome decided to get out of the pool n join the chitchat session for a bit. It seems like all of us realli miss the old 7A, bcos our new classes (and in fact, our old class with new ppl) are much more cliqued. As in in the old 7A - we are all one gang and so our class bond was realli very strong, but like Jerome, me, Mel (in her new school) n Mona all want our class spirit back in a new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO Its not nice when other ppl just lock everyone else out of their clique so in tt sense u actually group closer to ur old friends so the gap between different cliques just widens indefinitely. In my old class the new ppl also clique together more (or so i heard) and my ex-GP teacher Mr Wee told 7A tt the class lost a bit of lustre after a good number of us transferred out. Needless to say tt my form tchr Mr Tan also told the  6A ppl  we r very cliqued.  In Mel's case within 2 weeks of her entrance to poly n they already have cliques already. It really is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Mel kept kao-pei-ing abt a lot of stuff haha. Then Mona's brother decided to play Counterstrike with her and frag her with a water gun. She got quite pissed n sent a tidal wave of water splashing him back, and frm his expression it looked like he was going to cry. So Mel got dam scared but turns out he decided to turn his attention to shooting the balloons around the pool so we were kind of safe for a while XD. Thk gosh, I was sitting at the other end of the table so Mel kind of sacrificial protection for me kangwei n jodie. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah we learnt tt Mona's sister is Lisa (Mona Lisa!!! hahaha) so we asked whether her brother is Da Vinci :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7A ppl started leaving one by one leaving Jerome, me, Rach, Gen n Mel. Jerome kept talking in his hp n i decided to go gyming with Mona's new classmates. I tried the gym machine (i dunno wat its called) its the one where u push forward with ur hands to lift the weights behind u. I tried it n after 5 pushes im like sheesh is the previous guy who gym-ed here some heavyweight champion of the world or wat!?!? After 5 pushes i shag oredi!!! Then i kay-kiang decided to man my way n did 43 in total (but of course i pause a lot of times in between), so my arms died today AGAIN!!! Zhiyang went to try, he couldnt even push it one time ROFL! Then the manly Weiwen, the fastest X-countrier in RJ, decided to test it n he did 10 in one shot then he said 'Wah this is actually quite man...'. I went to check the weight. After seeing wat the weight was i decided not to do anymore oredi for the fear of killing myself. OMG im sure i go n push tt la!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the 3 7A girls who decided they wanted to camwhore so they asked me to help them take picture. Omigosh they lousy la!!! Take 25 NGs to get a proper jumpshot!!! Gen kept on doing the wushu 'ma bu' and Rachel kept on doing some kind of 'want-to-jump-but-cannot-jump' kind of action in e screwed up jumpshots hahaha! Only Mel can do properly and yet shes the biggest of the three!!! I think she lvl 99 jumpshoter. Rachel is lvl 3. Gen i think critical error so no need play??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played bridge with the girls n Jerome, then went up to Mona's house to cut cake. At tt time the other class ppl were watching Everton versus ManU on the TV. Score was 2:0 at 50 mins. Wah lao i thought shit ManU how come so cham die oredi!?!? I decided not to watch cos i have this mentality tt every time i watch the team i support loses (n it really happened like 10 times b4 during all the World Cups okay!?). Then WAH REALLY HAR final score 2:0 to 2:4!! WOOHOO!!! Everton nubcakes go n score owngoal lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of us played bridge in some ulu corner near the kitchen (Gen left already), then i heard Raphael n Zhiyang playin songs on the piano. Then i went there n asked them whether i can try, tt i grade 5 n stopped for 6 years le so im quite noob. Then they said 'okay sure lets see the power of the Grade 5' n i played my most shou song n owned them both. Then they said WAH IM SURE grade 5 beat grade 8. Mona's sister Lisa said i play very well. Then i HEAD BIG ;) but actually wat i didnt tell them was tt this is the ONLY song i can play until like this LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat cake n camwhore-d with the 2 camwhore 7A girls Mel and Rach, then went home with them, Jerome n Raphael. Rach asked Raphael abt Chia Shuyi! LOL im sure THIS kind of gossip muz add more oil to the fire huh Rach??? tsk tsk tsk =) Mel went different MRT line, Jerome went off 1st then me cos the R and R stop at Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I really miss my old 7A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-2414657549229029073?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/2414657549229029073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=2414657549229029073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2414657549229029073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2414657549229029073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/nostalgia.html' title='&quot;Nostalgia&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-7320408955533519202</id><published>2007-04-27T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:58:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Random Stuff"</title><content type='html'>Tad Wellman on Wednesday: "YoU kNoW (okay i shall stop typing all tad's famous quotes in CaPs AnD SmAlL LeTtErS fOr EmPhAsIs, its too tedious) i met Michael Jackson before when I was around fifteen. That was when he still had his nose and was still black!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone: "So how old r u sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tad: "Thirty... thirty.... i forgot!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IM SO SURE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (someone i think it was lydia): "Hey sir we heard u can speak japanese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tad: "Yeah, i graduated with a masters in Japanese and Japanese Literature too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So can u demonstrate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tad: "(says jap stuff)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG DAM PRO!!! Now i feel my respect for him jump 500%. He sounds 10 times better than Tom Cruise in The Last Samurai. Wootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Council. No one wants the GP rep-ship. Bagus changed frm GP rep to another rep (i think econs since weiming became the CT) and Jess didnt want to be GP rep. In fact no one wanted to. So i did the most 'wei da' thing, the most 'self-sacrificial' thing and i said, "I volunteer to be GP rep." The whole class clap lah. Im sure this role is so diabolical lor. Its not like being a GP rep would kill u. In fact its fun to work under Tadius Wellman - right? =) haha this makes me on par with Jodie in my ex-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got the Mr Philip Gilbert Evans (my ex-econs  n CT tchr) for our lecture group. Its like I keep having this feeling of deja vu. I thought his lecturing was way better than his tutorial at the start of the lecture though, until my classmates commented hes slower than a snail in teaching. Im sorry but i quite agree oO. At least his lecture was better than his tutorial. I msged Jerome: OMG we have Evans lecturing us today. He replied a Jerome reply: ZOMG u happy n die. Thk almighty God I quit econs.. (or something like tt, i lazy to refer to handphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA was SCREW UP. Sure i got my gold but im sure i got B for situps!!! No one else in the class got B wah lau!!! Each time my hand move away frm cupping my ear the strict pe tchr in charge of me -1. In the end keep on minusing until i got like 1 situp from A!!! Im sure!?!? I could swear i would have got 50++ without the minusing. Stupid tchr kept looking at me n minusing me off n he nvr looked at Jerwin (who said he cheated a lot) and Marcus (who did exactly 43). Suay ah... im quite bui song with tt tchr already haha. 1st time i get B for situps in like... 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i juz nice jump 230 for my standing broad jump - enough to get me a 'C' n preserve my gold. Heng ah... i tot i was silver for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad case ppl r Kexin n Yixiang, who got Silver n Bronze respectively. One is a 26 Silver and the other is a 25 Bronze. Both screwed up their sit n reach (D and E resp.) Tts dam sad, if i like tt i might as well try learn how to dislocate and relocate my shoulder ball-n-socket joint like the Jerome, who can reach 60+cm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7320408955533519202?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7320408955533519202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7320408955533519202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7320408955533519202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7320408955533519202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-stuff.html' title='&quot;Random Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-2140811804925408298</id><published>2007-04-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:29:46.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Incapacitation"</title><content type='html'>Ytd climb rock wall at SAFRA Yishun. Climbed the tallest one (25m). Tts like thrice our RI rock wall length. Stopped with only 5 panels left to climb to reach the top (tts 4/5 the journey). Stopped to wipe sweat. Sweat went in eye. Cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find a handhold for 20 mins (im sure, my hands kind of died. Can imagine 20 mins hanging on something like a chinup bar?)  at 20m above the ground with one eye. Cannot find good handhold. Cannot find good leghold. Felt like shit. Then even worse - it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my other eye kena raindrop, so i practically couldnt see anything. Heard someone below talking abt 'stubborn determination' or something. Lol. Came down feeling like i failed my 2.4km run, cos Zach the manly 25++ chinup guy like flew up the rock wall. Dammit i should have flown too - i drank Red Bull beforehand XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went bouldering gym. While the rest sat arnd talking cok, me n a few other manlies decided to man the horizontal climb (as in upside down climbing with ur body facing the ceiling and ur back facing the floor) to sort of show off lol. Did tt for like 1 hour. So my hands died yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ran with odac ppl to some 25 storey HDB block at bishan park. Ran up the 25 floors. Rest for 30 sec. Ran down. Felt like GGXX (Gao Gao Xin Xin). Did 4 pushup 4 dips 8 pushups 8 dips 12 pushups 12 dips 16 pushups 16 dips 20 pushups 20 dips. Ran up again 25 stories. This time after running 3 stories i felt shag oredi. Climb down 25 floors. Repeated static drill. Climbed up 25 floors for the 3rd time. Climbed down. Repeated static drill. So my legs died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shyt now lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wk we r gonna jog up the 25 floors again. This time i heard we r gonna make it 4 rounds instead of three. LOL. I think at this rate maybe at the end of year we do 20 rounds up the 25 floors??? GGXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too shag to write abt Class Adventure Camp. Maybe next time bah. Gotta do GPP presentation soon, its like tmr... eeks oO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-2140811804925408298?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/2140811804925408298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=2140811804925408298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2140811804925408298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2140811804925408298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/incapacitation.html' title='&quot;Incapacitation&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-2336461462559780886</id><published>2007-04-24T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:46:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Masks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;     &lt;story&gt; In that forgotten part of town&lt;br /&gt;Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,&lt;br /&gt;A wrinkled man with life near end,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes to have at least one friend,&lt;br /&gt;Fashioned bits of wood and things&lt;br /&gt;And made a dummy run by strings.&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;He sat alone for hours on end,&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with his only friend&lt;br /&gt;And found delight within the fact&lt;br /&gt;That he controlled it's every act.&lt;br /&gt;He told it how he never had&lt;br /&gt;A chance, since all his luck was bad&lt;br /&gt;Although he'd tried so to succeed -&lt;br /&gt;The dummy nodded and agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;And how his journeys in romance&lt;br /&gt;Had never given him a chance,&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't it a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;That he was always held to blame&lt;br /&gt;When everyone knew, oh so well,&lt;br /&gt;That life is but a living Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Controlled by lust and power and greed?&lt;br /&gt;The dummy nodded and agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;With patience that would rival saints,&lt;br /&gt;That dummy sat through all complaints&lt;br /&gt;And, with each little expert tug,&lt;br /&gt;He'd droop his head or bow or shrug&lt;br /&gt;And give some comfort to the man&lt;br /&gt;Who held his lifelines in his hand&lt;br /&gt;And helped to fill a lonely need&lt;br /&gt;When he just nodded and agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senility increased with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As did the old man's phantomime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And feverish fingers pulled with glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The dummy's dance of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They never left each other's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Until the day both stopped and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We found them lying, hand in hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The dummy - and his wooden friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-2336461462559780886?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/2336461462559780886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=2336461462559780886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2336461462559780886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2336461462559780886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/masks.html' title='&quot;Masks&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-6700904105258610378</id><published>2007-04-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:22:03.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gastrosadomasochism"</title><content type='html'>Or rather, wat happened was quite opposite of the title. Its supposed to mean tempting someone with food until tt someone goes crazy. For us, we change food frm something desirable into shit. As in, really shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, events for the week? hmm on monday we got our PW groupings. Got Marcus, Cheryl, Wei Ming and Cai Chen in my PW grp. The 1st group to be announced was Hong Jie's group. When he heard his name he was like dam angst, like can go die tt kind of look bwahaha. Me n GC were saying tt maybe tmr the Straits Times Headlines would be like: RJ Boy, 17 this year, commits suicide bcos of PW grpings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tt breaktime, i think we were all like eating stuff la, then Kexin started off the whole shit by saying tt Eugene Neo's beef stew looked like DIARRHOEA. TMD almost made me spit out my food haha cos i was snickering like an idiot. Im sure go n tok abt his food until so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nan-ting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha. Tt was when me, Eugene, Cai Chen, GC n Alvin were sitting in the same table. GC's soya bean was said to be white color VOMIT. Cai Chen's soup frm 3rd or 6 store (i forgot) is SAI. Then my jipponese curry rice became rice with a ladleful of LAO SAI on my plate. Then how come my plate got yellow color chunky stuff, i asked. Kexin said maybe its cos the seller ate some HUGE BANANA yesterday n its bits coagulated together with the LAO SAI. My miso was erm, URINE with BROWN COLOR RESIDUE.  Then i smeared the curry around the plate once i finished the rice n said 'Okay, this is someone lao sai on the plate, then i go n take a spoon to STIR THE SAI.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly everyone felt like their food become like Fear Factor like tt. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot who (I think it was Jamie) but Kexin's phone suddenly failed password 3 times until become PUK code (LOL). Then he had to wait for the timer to finish before can enter the PIN code. Absolute king-ness, the same guy then decided to reset the timer on Kexin's phone HAHAHA. He some sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back chem class quiz during chem prac, which we did theory n not pract. Im sure... Cheryl copy me n she get 12/15. I did myself n i got 10/15. Wth is this!?!? Turn out i drew BF3 instead of BF4 so i got T-shaped instead of Distorted Tetrahedral... (@&amp;#$%^#@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, me n GC decided k la, sick of the shit canteen food lets get some real GOOD STUFF to makan. He recommended some Bak Kut Teh stall along AMK Avenue 1. While waiting for the 156 bus at the bus stop, it was still drizzling outside, a respite frm the heavy downpour. So there was like some puddle like a pond next to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wuss decided to speed his car along the bus drive-in...&lt;br /&gt;...then suddenly 6 girls beside us began to scream bcos all the water flew into their legs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n GC were like, look at them n think 'Okay'...&lt;br /&gt;...then look at our pants n think 'Okay...'&lt;br /&gt;...then we look at each other n were like, 'Shit'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tts the diff btwn guys n girls. Its tt we lag a bit when this kind of thing happen... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he took some website quiz abt how many % guy or how many % girl r u. He was 30% guy (HAHAHA WUSS!!!) then i tried the thing later tt day. Im 50% guy oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the )@&amp;amp;#^$ 156 bus for like... 20 mins. Then we switched bus stop near Townsville primary n then wanted to board the other bus down AMK Avenue 1. Then GC made his smartest comment of the day, an undisputable, legendary win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Eh... i dunno wat bus leh.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we asked like 5 buses b4 we finally got the correct one. Some auntie near us watched us flag down 4 buses then asked us where we wanted to go. Bet she tot tt RJ dudes r bus-illiterate. Actually tts true cos i get free private transport home each day XD. Was waiting ytd arnd general office for my car for pickup, then suddenly Jessica appeared out of the window on another car n waved bye to me. Lol i didnt even know it was her until i asked next day lor. Lol im becoming very very blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we spent another 20 mins trying to find the correct bus, we finally reached the spaz place (by the time it was 2:40 or so le. We wasted 1 hr trying to get to a place which we could walk to in 30 mins). When we stepped out of the bus GC made another kingly comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'OH SHIT wat if the Bak Kut Teh stall closed for today?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if really like tt then tomorrow headlines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "THREE RJ boys commit suicide yesterday, one bcos of his PW Group, the other 2 bcos of Bak Kut Teh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENG AH the stall still open. Then we asked for the Bak Kut Teh then the stall auntie said 'Sorry hor, only ONE bowl left.' IM SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought the pigs trotter n one bak kut teh n a bowl of you tiao. Then OOPS AH we dunno how to eat the you tiao using authentic singaporean Bak Kut Teh style. Maybe its juz cos we r RJ boiz. Imagine if we actually go ask the auntie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Eh Auntie, can teach us how to eat you tiao annot?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM REALLY SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried dipping the youtiao in the Bak Kut Teh. Then I look at GC n he look n me n we shake our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried dipping the youtiao in the Pigs Trotter Suace. Then I look at GC n he look n me n we shake our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried dipping the youtiao in the black soya sauce with chili. Then I look at GC n he look n me n we shake our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure we realli dunno how to eat youtiao lol. Even now as i typing i still dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once we were done GC asked for another bowl of the Bak Kut Teh soup. 1 minute ago i saw the auntie washing the massive container n dumping the Bak Kut Teh into the drain. Thanks ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my best thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OH SHIT i dunno how to get back home frm here'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to MANLY the way back by walking maybe another 4 km? Then decided aiya NAPFA coming dun strain too much. Took bus instead. Waited like 10 hours for the fong-ing bus (exaggerating la, it was prob onli 15 mins) n then changed bus. Wah kao i changed bus into this bus where there was this baby wailing for something until dam loud the whole bus was looking at tt baby n his ma n pa. Then the mother slap him on the kness n then after tt the baby's cries become like some fire engine siren like tt (ta ma de). Really my dao mei day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today osso quite dao mei when i was getting home. Did some physics with some of my class ppl, then i saw Tiff coming then she tokked to me n Jessica for a while. Tiff said she heard i was a sweet talker (wtf!? who said tt oO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for ODAC at 2.00pm, then discovered onli like 5 other odacians were there, wif Mr Shah. So i went to drink water frm the cooler below the specs gal n met Jia En n Deshawn who were trying out standing broad jump (SBJ) for NAPFA. We r all shi bai ppl - all of us can get gold but now standards rise not so sure abt SBJ anymore. 'C' last year for SBJ was 214. 'C' this yr is 226. BIG JUMP (PUN INTENDED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us strike like, 220 230 like tt, but somehow each time me n Jia En jump we will fall splat on the floor. Spastic mat too slippery. I tripped like 6 out of 7 times. Jia En fell smack on his arse n then there was this black streaky mark on his pants. Im sure after tt he shouted 'FU**!!!! C*** B**!!! K*N*N*!!!' dam loud until even the touch ruggers could here us 30m away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met the rest of the ODAC ppl who were supposed to come n then Shah complaied with his sonic boom voice 'EH HOW COME SO LATE!!! ONLY 5 ppl were here at 2.00pm! Mel Ng, Germaine, Andre, Jayne n Yao Hua!' I looked at him n he looked at me n i pointed at myself, not wanting to be excluded frm being praised as 'punctual'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah said 'Then this one...' he looked at me '...leave his bag in the specs gal n go jump like a frog near the toilet'. Thanks arh... I said 'Hey but i was here on time okay! My bag still there!' then he said 'K next time u all help him bring his backpack up Ophir n leave him at the base camp, then he is still considered to be with us.' Wtf lol im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were split into groups n headed to the MRT. Forgot wat we were tokkin abt but suddenly our topic became ppl stripping. I was commenting on how X-men 3 was sssooo ridiculous. Hugh Jackman decided to sic his three adanium claws into Phoenix but bcos of all the energy flowing frm her all the matter arnd her started falling into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the manly Hugh Jackman walked up n his clothes started tearing apart n still his pants remain intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the closer he gets, the more powerful the force became n even his skin began flying off his body n still his pants remain intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all around him there are flying buildings and flying Golden Gate Bridge and everything is falling into pieces n still his pants remain intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure he also uses Adanium for his underwear... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was Deshawn n me. Went to this place called Camper's Corner in City Hall to check out the camping equipment n compare prices with the rest of the ODAC ppl who were checking out Army Market n other outdoor equipment shop. My jaws dropped when i saw the prices on the items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack(60 litre): $1260 (!!!!! I M SO SURE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Sock: $20&lt;br /&gt;Shoe: $280&lt;br /&gt;Sandals: $140&lt;br /&gt;Jacket (pure cotton): $500&lt;br /&gt;LED bulb (no torchlight, no holder, juz the bulb): $14&lt;br /&gt;Headlamp: $149&lt;br /&gt;Fork n Spoon (made from TITANIUM ALLOY): $26.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao. Im sure u can juz bring ur cutlery arnd then instead u decide to be extra use TITANIUM ALLOY fork n spoon. Its so high end its higher than the Taipei 101...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next 1hr b4 we met wif the rest nothing to do so we went Funan n i played some Gundam Wing game on the PS3 provided n Deshawn played FIFA 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went back, discuss the thing, found out abt the other stalls which isnt as kua zhang in pricing as ours. I bet the producer surplus is way, way high. The topic was abt leeches n Zach was tokking abt how this guy got a leech stuck to his groin n he decided to rip the leech off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard frm the rest of the ppl tt Amanda is as high end as my shop. When she goes bankrupt, she eats in MacDonalds. Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way back i took MRT to Yio Chu Kang n took taxi back frm there. Waited 30 mins for the taxi then the taxi came. Waited 10 mins to get out of the road outside MRT cos it was raining n the place was jammed. Waited 4 red lights to turn on on the same traffic light bcos some idiot drivers wif L plates decide to test out their cars for learning n turn 1/5 as slow as the rest. Waited 5 more red lights to get back home. Total cost = $7. Cost without the stupid red lights n L plates = $3.80. *@#&amp;amp;T^$(@*#%$*(@#%$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6700904105258610378?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6700904105258610378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6700904105258610378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6700904105258610378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6700904105258610378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/gastrosadomasochism.html' title='&quot;Gastrosadomasochism&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-926294501340537961</id><published>2007-04-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:11:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In Joys We Share"</title><content type='html'>Its good friday weekend, meaning that all of us have pretty much a break from all our mugging to have fun together. Tts wat happened on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thurs mornin, went to Fangxun's farewell party by joining S07A for civics. When i joined my ex-class, im already startin to feel that there is something kind of missing frm the past. I felt quite...weird... aiya dunno how to explain. Its like there is already some distance between me, jerome, aprilia n tiff frm our ex-class. Somehow it didnt felt like the S07A juz a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before tt evans made a lot of boring announcements i tot tt it kinda whet the atmosphere or something. Well, evans is still evans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel made a video to commemorate the happy memories S07A had together so fangxun wouldnt forget us. Aiya, there was something screwed up with the AV so i went to get the AV technician down, onli to find out tt wth, the video was up n workin n i brought the guy down for nothing. So i felt quite paiseh haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi next time when make video pls dun put pictures of me doing all my erm... facial stuff tt others cannot do okay? it gives the new ppl in my exclass the wrong impression T_T. Now im officially known amongst the newcomers in S07A as a contortionist... -.- see la all ur fault rachel ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a final picture with S07A ppl and said goodbye to fangxun, then we all were spammed with mars bars n snickers frm samantha. I was thinking omg this is so spammm... until later in the afternoon where i realised this is but foreshadowing the diabetes im gonna have later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i went for the ODAC outing to Wanxi's house later at 4:15, had to wait for the PW tchr Lydia Tan to check on my PI. It was supposed to be at 3:45, but i didnt make a booking with her (Philip n Jerwin did). Played carrom before tt, n like i think everyone in my new class nvr realli touched a carrom board b4 haha. As soon as i brought the carrom board in with Guo Cong, we were liked spammed by half of the girls in our class, who shot the SEEDS and not the STRIKER into the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with a few ppl in our class including Wei Ming, then she realised she was late for her appointment with Lydia Tan so she rushed off first, so left me n Kexin vs GC. A bit imba... lol 2 scouts vs 1 science club. Needless to say who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up to meet Lydia Tan only to discover her convo wif Wei Ming hasnt ended yet, so i got a bit anxious  when it was 4 oclock n still she wasnt done. So when she was supposed to meet Philip i sorta cut the queue... sorry ppl not intentional but had to join my ODAC ppl. In the end Lydia Tan took 5 mins to look thru my PI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with the ODAC ppl in subcanteen. At first i tot wah tts dam sad how come onli got 6 ppl? Then more ppl came in n Zach came up wif a fabulous idea - we played YEEHA rite smack in the middle of the canteen. N we muz make our YEEHA like really drama mama. like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEEEEEEHHHHAAAAA &lt;/span&gt;so after tt the whole sub canteen ppl were lookin at us like we were crazy freaks or something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia En came n then Yi Ling, then he chased her up n down the canteen bcos of the precious Ban Mian she owed him bcos he n Zach did a total of more than 48 pullups on monday. Then we saw Nicole talking to Kennedy, n the smart Jia En decided to crash their private convo. All of us were saying Jia En is some asshole for plucking into ppls private matters, then his excuse was tt he came in to wish Kennedy good luck for something... wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zach came and announced the stuff they bought for our barbecue. Final count: Marshmallows = TWENTY ONE PACKETS (each packet has 30/50 marshmallow). Bananas = FORTY THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Wanxi's house then the spastic Zach n Jia En decided to play 'Counterstrike' in their front entrance. -.- then they aimed their guns at some unknown terrorist whom they discover was some 8 yr old kid or something. Bet the kid muz have tot tt wow he is more mature then these crazy J1s frm RJC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cards thru the afternoon b4 the barbecue, asshole dai di with 7 or 8 ppl. Then barbecue n bridge. Yi Ling is the absolutest smartest girl in ODAC, one time i asked her y she nvr wash cos i had 3 kings n 3 aces in my hand, then she said 'HOW TO WASH!?!? U CAN ONLY WASH IN DAI DI LA' then all of us starting pointing n laughing at her idiosycrasy. Tt was KING INTELLIGENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were barbecuing marshmallows, Jia En said something i didnt forget for the rest of the day. He said 'Where is Seth? I wanna to fuc* him.' Like tt is the most unbeatable frank comment all of us ever heard in ODAC lor. The rest apparently tot so, for someone said tt is dam direc. Zach decided to do something diff n roasted apples instead. Then he said 'WAH DAM NICE LA' then suddenly a whole influx of ppl started appearing in front of the container with apples. I poked a slice n started roasting it over the fire, only to realise i was roasting a pear. -.-'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mutipurpose court was freed up for us we stormed in with the basketball n played Mobile Captains Ball. Zach is dam scary when he flexes his biceps, esp. since he was wearing sleeveless. I think i played quite rough haha. anyway my team was 2nd in 4 teams. Zach's allstar team was PWNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tired n sweating all over, we returned to the barbecue pit, n we dunked Geoff inside, followed by Foong. Zach flew in not long later, followed by Jia En who was elbowed in by Yix. We wanted to dump Yiling inside too until the security guard got miffed n started scolding us for misuse of facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the nite approached a close n there were still packets of banana mix left (meaning banana + chocolate + marshmallow) then we played Indian poker to decide who r the losers to eat the remaining 6 packets. I ate one T_T it tasted like tasteless after 18 marshmallows, 1 banana mix, 3 cans of pepsi n 3 packets of lychee drink. All the guys got numbers below 10 n all the girls got all the picture cards. NOT FAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We whipped up the butter cake we bought n Zach put one satay stick for each person there was in odac who had past their bdays. Then he lit up the satay sticks n it looked quite ominous, bcos it reminded me of those kind of joysticks u use to pray to those dead ppl. Somemore this was the period where  it is time for us to sao mu... hahaha. Each person who had bdays b4 got abt 10 gramms of the cake, then we decided to keep the remaining cake till the end of the year when all our bdays pass, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to main gate together with Jayne, Wai Sum n Jie Hui. Jayne was commenting earlier on today tt I looked like Andre (like which part of me looks like him lol) so i returned the favor by saying tt Jayne reminded me of a certain feminine figure in Tarzan who is supposed to be so pretty as to persuade tarzan to leave the jungle, then in the end she looks totally opposite to tt feminine figure. She said tt i looked like a sports guy n wai sum looks like some CO guy or a person in a managerial position. I said Jayne looked like a rugger. A CONTACT rugger (nice suan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-926294501340537961?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/926294501340537961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=926294501340537961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/926294501340537961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/926294501340537961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-joys-we-share.html' title='&quot;In Joys We Share&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-8811091199665263702</id><published>2007-03-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:27:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twenty Three'</title><content type='html'>WTH y the heck is my tagboard not working??? Everyone's blog seems to be screwing up one way or another lol (mostly the background tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 23 ytd. The beginning kind of drew me in like it was some Da Vinci code or something, with sayings like: JF Kennedy died on wat date (which has 23 in it), on Dec 23 some plane crash happened, 2/3 is satans number = 0.666666 etc etc. Quite cool, then i tot i m sooo gonna be glad i didnt watched Mr Bean licking the laptop n beating the Tour De France cyclists instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out tt the plot didnt go deeper than a simpler family matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey, all tt 23 stuff, makes me get so interested n it ends like (we r a happy family) tt kind of ending. But when they say the movie is, "The Number 23", it seriously IS the number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog's name in movie = NED = (add up numerical order of alphabet) = 23&lt;br /&gt;Clock in movie at supposedly scary part = 11:12pm = 11+12=23&lt;br /&gt;Walter, the guys name, starts with W, which is the 23rd letter.&lt;br /&gt;His car plate adds up to 23.&lt;br /&gt;His wife has 23 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;In prison, the clock was 2 oclock 15 mins (15 mins means the minute hand is at '3')&lt;br /&gt;He almost gets knocked down by bus number 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i almost thought the movie was going to end in 2 hours and 30 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay so after tt movie i tried some lame 23 stuff like tt guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of which i watched the movie is 29 March. 29 + 3 = 32 = 23 inverse.&lt;br /&gt;Our emergency number, 995 = 9+9+5 = 23.&lt;br /&gt;I counted the number of holes in the urinal basin in J8. Added up to 17. The urinal was the 6th frm the left. 17+6 = 23&lt;br /&gt;I counted the credit card numbers on the advertisement outside J8. They added up to 23.&lt;br /&gt;Hotline for KFC is 62353535. 5 = 2+3, 6 = 2X3&lt;br /&gt;Avogadro's constant = 6X10^23. 6 is 2X3. 10 is 2(2+3)&lt;br /&gt;The first time i died in Granado Espada was at level 23.&lt;br /&gt;There were 23 students in 08S07A originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk so went to school today. Found out GWAA, one of the councillor groups, added up to 32 = inverse of 23.&lt;br /&gt;When i got up frm the seat in LT2 after Physics lecture, found out tt the seat was labelled E23. E = 5 = 2+3.&lt;br /&gt;Today's chem lecture on bond energy was on pg 23.&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn Chng's house address some time ago was Bishan St 23.&lt;br /&gt;In Sec one, year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;00&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, my GPA was 3.2 (calculated myself). Inverse = 2.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 23rd of March , our Nissan Sunny broke down unexpectedly. 6 (2X3) hours later, our Nissan Cefiro broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was obsessing abt the number all the way during GP lesson. Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-8811091199665263702?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/8811091199665263702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=8811091199665263702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/8811091199665263702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/8811091199665263702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/twenty-three.html' title='&apos;Twenty Three&apos;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-3347047872669780620</id><published>2007-03-29T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Long Lost"</title><content type='html'>From now onwards i can only blog like maybe once per week? Need to study Physics n all the other subjects. The academic prowess of my new class is forcing me to work&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Welcome to 08S06A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During GP lesson ytd, Jessica, Jamie, Shuli n me were passing arnd this piece of paper. It all started with Jessica asking who Joel Ng was. I wrote tt he is this nice guy whom i know as a sec 2 classmate who is the vice cap. of buckley n whose hobby is to knit and cook. The MSN paper messenger ended up with Shuli admitting tt she was gay n "luvs hot girls like Jessica..". Like, -_-???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt GP, i think Tad Wellman is getting better!!! (at least for GP). Tts a relief cos we have him 3 1/2 hours a week now instead of 1 1/2 in my prev. class. I was actually quite impressed by wat he told me abt how to start and elaborate an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol y m i talking with all the latest stuff comin first? Kk going backwards in time, b4 GP n all we had PE. The SOCCER COACH IS DAM HIONG!!! Ran FOUR rounds as warmup... then most of them started jogging but then i saw Zi Xuan n Yip Hei really RUNNING. So, aiya bo chap la join in. 4 laps of 1:40min per round "jogging". Yip Hei fell back behind after the last lap so me n zi xuan reached 1st, then i was like super ego hahaha im 2nd fastest in class (excluding philip n alvin who r excused but who r prob. faster than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tt the PE tchr said tt we have to run 3 rounds of under 6 min, 3 sets of 8 pullups, standing broad jump, 3 sets of 30 sit ups. FUN! Then i told Zi Xuan okay huh? Next round i run with u.. then he said 'okay'.  So we all started. Waited maybe 5 seconds until the girls frm our class ran ahead of us then all of us started chionging to show off.  So i ran with Zi Xuan for the 1st round. I thought tt wah so fast start to sprint har okay lor i join u in sprinting since under 6 mins isnt difficult. Then i realized on the 2nd round tt Zi Xuan wasnt sprinting, he was RUNNIN! WTF then i kind of died for the next 2 rounds. but stil 5 mins 10 seconds la not bad. Think zi xuan got maybe under 5 mins 3 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my running so shag today cos of ytd. ODAC PT 4 laps of 2 rounds arnd the whole RJC complex = 8km. Sets of 20 pushups, 30 situps, 30 squats, 20 dips, 20 flutterkicks after every lap (meaning X4 of each). So all the ODAC ppl sorta died ytd. Its not the sets, its mainly the running. So my legs feel like shyt for now..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we, as ODAC boys (girls did separate PT) decided tt we were manly ppl so after all our sets 5 or so of us gathered round the semi-D of the track n we played handball. Zach was super super fresh cos he didnt run as he broke his leg (lame!) not too long ago, n onli did the rest of the exercises with us without the 8km.  His mindset then was probably the Cannon Camcorder slogan "Make every shot a PowerShot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically i was the goal keeper...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach, the manly who can do 25 chinups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...with all the energy he possessed he flung the ball at 9999999 km/h into the goalposts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it slammed into my crotch...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN WTF!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i dropped down onto the floor n couldnt get up for the next 5-10 mins.  I felt like i've been blasted like Hiroshima n Nagasaki.  No wonder after tt Zi Guang was hamzi abt being the goalie. Lol...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my leg muscles cramping, my stomach cramping, my biceps cramping n my crotch on fire, I did PE today. Owww... Earlier tt day we had election speeches n presentations. I think the Shuli n Junwei gang one was quite happening. I tot the Lester one was screwed up. Nvm im going to vote for all 3 so rlx rlx. Aiya y muz there be max vote of 9 for the other houses? I have 43 ppl in my list whom i want to vote for lol. Zzzzz...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we had the voting for whos going to be in ODAC exco. Everyone gave the top 2 spots to a certain cute boy n a certain manly girl. In fact, 2 cute boys n 2 manly girls (no offence XD). Rite, bosses??? :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff happened, i forgot most but then oh yah i forgot to mention last week i was playin cards with Zei Elena n their class gang. T  hen i saw this guy who looked super familiar...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey is ur name Wei Ren?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Um yah how do u know?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "REALLY?!?!"  &lt;br /&gt;Zei: "He juz joined our class. Changed combi" &lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt; "Do u recognise me?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mark."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Huh? I dont remember"&lt;/was&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;Me: &lt;wtf?&gt;"Primary school, erm, P1,2,3, the guy who sits next to u..."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "OH!!! MARK-G&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;OH-KUN-HUI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its juz tt i looked so innocent in the past n now i've become like this. He looks juz the same wei ren as i last saw him in P3. Same guai guai, model student kind of look. Whereas i've become like, some punk compared to him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar did i mention i was playing this bridge game wif Zei Elena n Jeanette (either her or Eugene) then I saw something tt made me go OMG. Then i saw Zach n went over to him n showed him the cards. He said 'WAH manly go 5 no trump!'. As for Zei he didnt mind raising bid to 4 diamond so i cho&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Rg0K5qUrqGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GO12Rj86DTc/s1600-h/Photo-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Rg0K5qUrqGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GO12Rj86DTc/s320/Photo-0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047702743082051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;se ace diamond as partner in 4 no trump n the other team didnt win one set. Here is my hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RguOm6UrqEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FnkGe4h7lAk/s1600-h/Photo-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RguOm6UrqEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FnkGe4h7lAk/s320/Photo-0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047284606540949570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah n er heard frm Marc See tt canoeing ppl do PT the Deck of Cards style. King = 13 , Ace = 1, Two = 2 etc. Each suit is a diff. exercise. Diamon&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;d is Diamond Pushup. So i can imagine if they get Diamond Royal Flush they can be happy, happy ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my goodbye GE pose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RguPIaUrqFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E8JczyunnjY/s1600-h/GE14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RguPIaUrqFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E8JczyunnjY/s320/GE14.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047285182066567250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me: OH NO FANGXUN IS LEAVING RJC!!!! SO SAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd luck with ur Buffalo university thing... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i realized tt ironically, the person who least wants to leave 08S07A is the one who is now furthest away frm 08S07A. I mean, like Kangwei intended to change subjects but got 7A anyway. Jerome was still in 7A lit class at start of term. N im all the way in 08S06A. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;was like="" omgomgomg=""&gt;&lt;wtf?&gt;&lt;/wtf?&gt;&lt;/was&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-3347047872669780620?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/3347047872669780620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=3347047872669780620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/3347047872669780620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/3347047872669780620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-lost_29.html' title='&quot;Long Lost&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Rg0K5qUrqGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GO12Rj86DTc/s72-c/Photo-0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-7171220270974121052</id><published>2007-03-25T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:50:40.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"WHAT THE HELL!?!?"</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL I JUZ WROTE ONE OF THE LONGEST POSTS EVER AND MY MOZILLA FIREFOX HAS TO CRIT ERROR WTF WTF WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS LIKE 1K+ 2K WORDS!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk in summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No more Granado Espada till May, closed beta ended =(&lt;br /&gt;-No more 08S07A =( will always miss u guys, i know u all miss me too haha.&lt;br /&gt;-No more Street Dance =( will always miss dancing, not sure whether dancing misses me though lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A lot of ppl say 08S07A new guys quite dao&lt;br /&gt;-Joined new class, girls really gossip a lot during lectures until our lecture teacher told them to shut up XD.&lt;br /&gt;-Guys gossip too, secretly in canteen&lt;br /&gt;-My GPA is gettin pwned by all the rest of S06A&lt;br /&gt;-Just passed econs test, but for some reason i managed to win 2/3 of S06A. Nvm will get pwned in sciences later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone is calling each other a wussy in S06A&lt;br /&gt;-Ran 2.4km on thursday, quite shag. Was going on fine until i stopped to say hi when i lapped guo cong on the last lap, then after stopping i couldnt continue running until 300m later. 10:41 seconds T_T&lt;br /&gt;-Did chinups after tt. &gt;&lt; Wah the soccer PE teacher dam hiong.&lt;br /&gt;-Decided must run more, so ran 4.8km (approx.) ytd.&lt;br /&gt;-Stayed up till late at night (or rather early in morn) to take final screenshots of Granado Espada on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;-Thus, destroying myself on PT the same day. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teachers:&lt;br /&gt;    -Chem rox&lt;br /&gt;    -Physics I saw GC, Jerwin, YH slping in class.&lt;br /&gt;    -Math teacher in S06A standard = S07A = okay la&lt;br /&gt;    -Econs teacher = better than previous one, but still a bit slpy&lt;br /&gt;    -GP teacher = Lit teacher = need I comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im so touched, each time i join my ex-class someone will say 'We miss u Mark!'&lt;br /&gt;-Chem tutorial on Tues. Here are my screw ups (as usual):&lt;br /&gt;    -Put the weighing bottle on the machine, added all the chemical solid inside, until i realized i         havent tared the weighing bottle... -.-&lt;br /&gt;    -Spilled a conical flask's worth of sulphuric acid on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;    -My chem practical worksheet is now brown in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tues is my blur day (and also my practical day; got both physics n chem prac). Left pencil box in LT1&lt;br /&gt;-Collected it at 4.00pm++&lt;br /&gt;-Whole LT was pitch black, couldn't see hands. Left my bag to hold the LT door, but the door closed on my bag cos bag too light.&lt;br /&gt;-Used my watch as torchlight and searched the LT for the switches. Freakin scary.&lt;br /&gt;-Reminded me of how Elangor the guard found the Rafflesian Spirit (as in not the teacher, the spirit!!!) sitting in LT2 in RI&lt;br /&gt;-Flicked on 1st switch. Heard this noise: Vhmmmmmmm.....mm.m.m..m..mmm..&lt;br /&gt;-The main projector screen slid down.&lt;br /&gt;-Reminded me of some Jap Horror Movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Flicked on 2nd switch. Heard the same noise.&lt;br /&gt;-The other 2 projector screens slid down.&lt;br /&gt;-Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flicked on 3rd switch. All the staircase floor lights went on.&lt;br /&gt;-No ceiling lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;-Reminded me of Final Destination, where in the airplane only the floor lights could be seen.&lt;br /&gt;-Expected to see some apparition standing at the end of the stairway.&lt;br /&gt;-Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flicked on 4th switch. All the lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;-YAY&lt;br /&gt;-Lesson learnt: dun be a blur *** n leave ur pencil box in LT1.&lt;br /&gt;-Lesson learnt: next time dun go LT1 urself to collect pencil box&lt;br /&gt;-Lesson learnt: how to switch on the correct switches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so can u imagine me lengthening all of the points above? it would become some mega essay. I wrote tt mega essay n i CRIT ERROR!!!!! PAAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i m ctrl-a ctrl c-ing every paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7171220270974121052?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7171220270974121052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7171220270974121052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7171220270974121052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7171220270974121052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-hell.html' title='&quot;WHAT THE HELL!?!?&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-1463181375359414321</id><published>2007-03-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:55:18.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sailing in a New Direction"</title><content type='html'>Its cfm le juz checked the General office notice board 2day after feeling random in J8. Went out with some pri sch buds. Wanted to watch 300, but hey, its R rated. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;Hello 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether to go ^_^ or &gt;_&lt; or @_@ or o_O or X_X or ?_? or -_- or T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;^_^ 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@ 08So7A&lt;br /&gt;@_@ 08So6A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;X_X 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;o_O 08So6A&lt;br /&gt;?_? 08S06A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to a few of my 08S07A classmates online today. Sheesh, all of ur were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T_T 08S07A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-1463181375359414321?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/1463181375359414321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=1463181375359414321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1463181375359414321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1463181375359414321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/sailing-in-new-direction.html' title='&quot;Sailing in a New Direction&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-7003133358498039564</id><published>2007-03-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:04:47.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Heart Asks Pleasure First"</title><content type='html'>^ Tts the name of the song im trying to learn on the piano... sheesh its effing difficult. No wonder my eldest sister took a week trying to memorise it n shes diploma @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm by the time i go sch on mon i can show it off to my new class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...new class T_T.... byebye 08S07A... shucks everytime i think of leaving u all i feel dam dam sadddd T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what muz be done muz be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wif ODAC ppl to do ODAC log 2daez... in e end i go there quite stone haha the girls did most of the job cos girls r supposed to be artistic ppl n the logbook is supposed to be some art form... nvm we got lotsa pictures to paste there cos all of us cam-whore. I juz realized im not fotogenic when im all sweaty n grimy frm climbing up the mountain &gt;&lt; half of all the shots i took i had my eyes half closed. Nvm for Jia En he had his eyes closed for 3/4 of the pics XD. We all thought Deshawn looks like a terrorist in all the pictures. Dunno y but he always looks damn dao in all his fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Bummard (aka Bernard's) house, which has a guest room tt is as big as my bedroom!? He has seven computers (wtf!?) and his house is abt the size of Yix's, which is really quite big. But of course his family owns a merc . I realized all the ODAC ppl started getting weird names cos Yi Ling keeps mispronouncing all the names (haha Zei u got competition!) How the heck did Tak Chuen become Chugga and Bernard become Bummard!? Like HUH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Jia En n Jiankery (Jian Hao) were supposed to find pictures of Uncle Tan Fishball on bummard's comp (let the girls do the art bah!) n then dunno how come we all started watching youtube instead. Watched JACKASS by Kenny Rogers and Arnold Swarzzeneger (is tt how u spell his surname) Pizza Shop, Counterstruck and Borat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt Jackass kenny rogers is some random adrenaline guy. I mean like he goes around whacking others with a bat or get whacked by a bat for fun. They also eat all sorts of cooking condiments and see who pukes 1st and also sit on a shopping trolley and roll themselves downhill until they smash into a tree... randomness... what the heck they actually enjoy all tt pain lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hey I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the Pepperspray trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sprays himself on the face with pepperspray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hey I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the Shopping Trolley trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smashes his trolley he is sitting on wif another trolley another guy is on and both fly headfirst into each other*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hey I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the Stilts trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Walks on stilts to elevate his er... manhood to arm level so his companions can hit it with a baseball bat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hey I'm Kenny Rogers and this is the Bat Fling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flings a baseball bat into his companion's face and the companion doesnt dodge... purposely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy random ppl i wonder how in heck's name can he withstand all tt smashes n stuff. After this im relatively certain ppl like him can nvr produce babies cos they kena whacked like, there, until all become eunuch. I mean its seriously random lor its more random than smacking urself on the head... right Zei???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummard's sis was in the room wif us... she is 1 year younger than him yet she outgrew him all the way since primary sch (i think she is still taller than him, but the height difference not as obvious now). She was dressing up to go for this manga school then we were like omg, she dresses damn HAWT n er... goth. She wore some gothic costume then we were telling bummard how come his sis wears clothes fit for a date today. Then he was like actually tts her normal outfit then we were like HUH!?!?  Its like she can go japan n blend in wif all the japanese girls cos she wears clothes like those jap ppl.  So much for Manga nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we juz used the comp we saw this  computer window tt is some RPG game then we were like, wtf Bummard plays RPG games with skimpily clad female warriors. Haha we tried controlling the character but she cant move like huh!?!? then all the monsters arnd the character started whacking her n we were like haha nvm alt-tab go see youtube videos while Bummards sis was dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she came behind us n see some funny pics wif us n she laughed, then later she said she was going out so she has to turn off her game. LIKE OMG SHES THE ONE PLAYIN THE RPG! how often do u see girls playin comp games? DIAO the character was like dieing cos the monsters all arnd were owning the character then she was like okay nothing happened. Bummard told us tt she played DOTA and COUNTERSTRIKE!!! OMG!!! wished all girls were like tt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the room cos we decided we werent being constructive n decided to help the rest, onli to discover they occupied all the work already, so nvm we go back. Then Bummard's brother use comp haha. Jia En suddenly said 'Im HUNGRY' (the hungry ghost as usual. He eats like a killer whale)  then actually i decided 'Im HUNGRY' too. So we all went KFC eat, then bind ODAC log, then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar one of my ODAC group girls has a BF!!! SOME GUY I KNOW VERY WELL SOMEMORE!!! GOT PAPARAZZI FRM MY ODAC GRP SOMEMORE!!! But okay la i shant be bad dun wanna reveal who is the girl, rite Melissa Loo? XD okay la dun be so bad dun reveal the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... im gonna know the class results on Mon... pls pls pls pls pls let me be in 08S06A or i'll be like wth i switched out of the funnest class to join some sian class which doesnt have ppl i know -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7003133358498039564?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7003133358498039564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7003133358498039564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7003133358498039564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7003133358498039564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/heart-asks-pleasure-first.html' title='&quot;The Heart Asks Pleasure First&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-1374739197243793756</id><published>2007-03-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:03:59.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bon Voyage 08S07A"</title><content type='html'>Long time sinced I last blogged. Quite a few events to note haha... not to forget my MAC (March Adventure Camp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the ODAC ppl scaled Mount Ophir the previous weekend. Shit it was super super rush at first i wanted to have a last class foto ever with my much loved class (awww...) but then it was like 11:10 i had to leave for ODAC at 11:15am in the mornin!!! AAAAHHHH!!!! I was like sweating all over after i bathed like, 20 mins ago cos stupid Rachel n Angel still washing their hairr!!! GGAAAHH!!! Somemore Rachels the one with the camera!!!! They came like zhun 11:15 so i was like WAAAAHHH chiong arh quick take picture i gotta zao liao n i seriously CHIONGED with all the power of my two legs all the way to under the specs gal n reached there juz in time lor. Waaahhh stress man next time can girls not wash their hair or something so long!? Its juz PE!!!!!! Us guys seriously wouldnt mind if u all stink lor, anyway our BO stronger than u so who gives a damn?!?! BBBAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar sry forgot to write abt the day b4 friday. Tt was Orientation 2... zzz quite borin actually yes i know i luv my OG but the activity sux.. in the end we all play cards at macs lol. Which OG actually ran n chiong all the way for the Amazing Race Scavenger Hunt thing har? If there is one i will be like 'wah respect! respect!' Met a few OGs along the way, one told me they all went to watch movie LOL they like couldnt care less abt the scavenger hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this thing we had to do on our hunt list - that is, find a random 1.9m guy n take a picture with him. End up we all found this afro ang moh who was 1.9+ lol. Val Tan is like, 1.5m? Then we all took a picture of Val standing on a chair and the guy standing next to her n he was still taller than her on the chair LMAO!!!!  When she approached him to ask him for a pic with her he was leaning over her each time he replied hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back earlier with Sherry in Kaleni's car woah its some Mercedes Benz or something (if I remember correctly). Rich kid... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk back to Mount Ophir when we went there we were like okay... tt doesnt seem very high lol. Until we all hiked up then we were like SHIT OUR BACKPACK DAMN HEAVY CLIMB UP GGXX. GGXX = GAO GAO XIN XIN!!! (quoted from Ruth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was really damn nice so we were cam-whoring all the way up the mountain. When we reach base camp all of us were quite tired but i was still very fresh (cos i didnt carry a tent in my bag lol. Poor Jia En.) We DAMN SUAY WE GOT THE AREA TO PITCH OUR TENT NEXT TO SOME MAKESHIFT TOILET THAT CONSISTS OF 2 WALLS AND NO TOILET BOWL TO SHIT IN!!!! WWAAAAHHH CHAO SMELLY!!! (pinch nose) somemore we cook around there lor. U can imagine tt people all go there shit but theres no flush so they shit on the ground and all that pleasent odour gets swept by the wind into our cooking area. When the other groups came to try our food they were like *pinch nose* and said 'DAMN SMELLY!!!'. Then we couldnt smell a thing cos we got used to it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I left my bag in the tent. The mosquito coil was still attached to my bag n still burning all the smoke... so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was pretty much time to clean up all our utensils and our mess tins. As usual our manly group with no one getting below 25 for NAPFA (including the girls) were like some hungry ghosts. Its not even the 7th month yet ppl like Jia En and Deshawn keep on scavenging food frm the other groups lol. Until Mr Shah himself treat us to some of the food he cook HAHA. Amazing how we all didnt shit the next day (maybe its cos the place so smelly we didnt have the 'appetite' to shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so when me n Bernard entered the tent again I unzipped the tent flap n it was like VVVOOOMMM one OMEGA POWER GUST of mosquito coil smoke came blowing at my face. Both of us felt like gagging lol. I shine my torchlight in n i COULDNT SEE THE OTHER SIDE OF MY TENT!!! IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE PSI 400 INSIDE! Then Bernard asked 'I wonder which smart guy put a mosquito coil inside a tent and zipped it up' n i was like 'Mmmmhmmm i wonder who...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mosquito in the right mind would ever visit our tent again, tts the good thing. The bad thing is that the smell lingered on even when we left the tent flap open to let out the air to sleep for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a night briefing after dinner. Mr. Leong was telling us abt some things to note, including stuff abt mosquito coil. Then he said DONT PUT THE MOSQUITO COIL IN THE TENT and Bernard was like ER HM ER HM then i was like... yah ER HM ER HM LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to the tent we found this spider on the side of it the size of my clenched fist. As usual im the one who chase it out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we slept for the nite after tt. Like the last time the uber smart Jia En decided to sleep half naked. In the middle of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i had the last laugh. I was like, fully armed and ready for winter with a jumper, a long sleeve shirt, a windbreaker n a sleeping bag. Oh pls lar isnt it obvious tt if u r on a mountain it would be cold!? In the end i lent my jumper to Melissa, my long sleeve to Wai Sum, my windbreaker to Germaine and Jia En slept for 2 hours only tt nite cos he was shivering in the dark cos he was half naked. Wonder when he decided tt his body temp is more impt than posing in the tent lol. Teach u a lesson for showing off the knots on ur stomach even in ur sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for like 6 hours damn damn song. Sleeping bag rox!!! Tho its my first time actually bringing a slping bag to camp haha. But of course its a mountain!!!! Isnt it logical to bring along some extra clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day climb up to the top of Mount Ophir. The climb was very interesting, the weather was air con so climbing was damn song. Except for Melissa she climbed with her shorts on so she shivered through half the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every checkpoint we went i found a sole on the floor. I think SOS now stands for Save our Soles lol. Wai Sum's sole dropped out as well lol. There were parts when there were sheer rock faces to climb so we juz used a rope n no safety gear then climb up. Aiya its quite a breeze for me not my first time climbing mountain but then for others (like Mel) she got hamzi n we got to cheer her on lol. I started my climb when she was 3/5 up the rock face and when i finished she was still behind me haha. The guide said my ropework was good. Of course, of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the hike me, Deshawn, Jia En, Bernard and Wai Sum kept talking about Uncle Tan Fish Ball lol. Cos when we went to Yong Peng to eat there was this stall called Uncle Tan Fishball. I dunno y la but then we starting guai lanning n said Tan is his surname and Fishball is his full name. We r the most tok cok group of guys in ODAC lol. We even came up with an Uncle Tan Fishball song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Powerpuff girls tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;He is the seller of Fishball!&lt;br /&gt;Ta-an!&lt;br /&gt;That is his sur-r-na-me!&lt;br /&gt;Fishball!&lt;br /&gt;That is his fu-ull na-me!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tan Fishball ( the rhythm gets screwed up here) saves the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting crime,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to eat Fishball&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes just in time&lt;br /&gt;Un-cle Tan Fish-ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tan!!&lt;br /&gt;de-de-de-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;Fishball!!&lt;br /&gt;de-de-de-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tan!!&lt;br /&gt;de-de-de-de!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore we got actions made it damn funny lol. Aiya i cant explain in words how cok we were until all the girls got buay ta han of us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 1st aid IC got a couple got injured in my group. Wai Sum (he slipped on the river bank n fell on a rock) and Melissa (who got like 10 scratches or so on her leg - so much for wearing shorts haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our climb down the summit we went to take a bath in the running river water. SOME IDIOT FISH SWAM INSIDE MY PANTS N MOLESTED ME #)$&amp;^#*&amp;amp;$^ lol. River water DAMN COLD... bbrrr.. i was the 1st to enter in. Omg then my group guys decided to take off their shirts in front of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia En takes off shirt: 6 pacs&lt;br /&gt;Bernard takes off shirt: 6 pacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoff takes off shirt: 6 pacs&lt;br /&gt;Wai Sum takes off shirt: 6 pacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO SCARY SIA!!! SHIT I DAMN EMBARRASSED I THINK IM NOT MANLY ENUFF LOL!!! I HAVE A GRAND TOTAL OF TWO PACS!!!! #*&amp;$#*(%#)*(&amp;amp;%#^$@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly zaao offf lol .... but then cos of tt i could change up 1st b4 the rest come n kope the tent to change their underwear in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day hike down base camp go back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday ive been like trying to mug physics and practice playing the piano. im desperately trying to learn how to play the Michael Nyman's song my sister always plays - it holds some sorta a sentimental value in my heart, like it really gives me a sense of nostalgia. But im stopped playing piano since primary 4 when i was barely grade 5 n now im trying to play a song tt is grade 8 @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah one more thing to note: VHM Tan Nam Seng called my father said tt he does not guarantee i would end up in S06A, but he says im definitely gonna change combi 100% sure cos a lot of free slots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... goodbye 08S07A! Though this may be the end of our happy times together as a class, I will never forget each and every one of u all tt made the 1st 3 months of my JC life such an enjoyable one!!! U r a class like no other!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I will miss every single one of u!!! Frm eating at Seoul Garden to Bishi Bashi and Para Para, I will never forget those moments where I felt that life could never be more enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Gen- for being our favourite GP rep and the holder of the cute pink color balloon (dang i forgot the balloons name lol)!!!!! Same chinese grade too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Samantha - for being the most mugger girl in class (XD). Hope to see u continue taking all those notes down on paper n keep up with ur good GPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mel- very sad to see u leaving RJC... ur megaphone voice and open attitude I will never forget!!!! GP partner!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Zhen Yi - hope to see u talk more okay!!!! muz bond with the rest of the class =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Aprilia - keep up with ur 6 point grade!!! 4As coming up for GCE 'A's i hope... n Granado Espada!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Fang Xun - lol i remember u for how u laughed until u cried after i said i cried when my sister told me Charlotte died in Charlottes web ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Rachel - thanks for always being there for me even when i go and look at whether i got in ODAC core or not, and for ur happy, open attitude!!! GP partner!!! XD STREET DANCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Angeline - thanks for being the motor mouth of our class haha =) Continue being gossip queen lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Ying Fen - lol stop bullying aprilia and tiff n others frm our class XD! Keep up wif ur swimming im sure one day u can arm wrestle me without losing to my two fingers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Kang Wei - Mad At Gym! Keep up with being one of the most fun guys to have around and continue training until ur biceps are not juz twice of the girls but twice of mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Nurul - thanks for being a fun girl to be around!!! AND THANKS FOR INTRODUCING ME TO CHEESE THOSAI!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Tiff - U crazy girl!!! Im sure one day u will be able to stop laughing at Tadius! =) Keep running u will lap me easily one day im sure =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Jerome - continue tokking cok and crazy stuff!!! it makes u all the more interesting than others lol!!!! Good luck with owning others in Guild Wars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Jodie - keep swimming!!! And muz rmb to jiayou okay? One day i hope u will be able to make it to represent s'pore or own others in study grades!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Eleanor - My same OG girl!!! Like Zhenyi muz realli talk more okay!!!! N keep being the most knowledgeable general knowledge person in class! Who else knows Condoleeza Rice b4hand? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Alfy!!! Thx for being such a helpful and thorough chem teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Gabby!!! Thx for being the slickest, dancing subject teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mr Evans!!! Thx for being, um, our CT teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Ms Prakash!!! Thx for being our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most reliable&lt;/span&gt; lit teacher!!!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Ms Koh!!! Thx for being a nice maths teacher! N stop calling Ying Fen to do maths eqns LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have any more teachers??? Hmmm i seem to remember one... is that a teacher??? hmmm...mm...m.....&lt;br /&gt;&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/3167487521898205372-1374739197243793756?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/1374739197243793756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=1374739197243793756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1374739197243793756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1374739197243793756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/bon-voyage-08s07a.html' title='&quot;Bon Voyage 08S07A&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-7128690625144396041</id><published>2007-03-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"GE Pose Chapter 2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Re1ymo4kBFI/AAAAAAAAACk/nYMeZubdQVc/s1600-h/GE8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Re1ymo4kBFI/AAAAAAAAACk/nYMeZubdQVc/s320/GE8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038809566232708178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicer pic of blasting 8 demons at one go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Re1xLo4kBEI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZGxGoB6vIZk/s1600-h/GE9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Re1xLo4kBEI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZGxGoB6vIZk/s320/GE9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038808002864612418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N my Wizard in the sunlight:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7128690625144396041?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7128690625144396041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7128690625144396041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7128690625144396041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7128690625144396041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/ge-pose-chapter-2.html' title='&quot;GE Pose Chapter 2&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JoaBirbF1zU/Re1ymo4kBFI/AAAAAAAAACk/nYMeZubdQVc/s72-c/GE8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-6515142165555518983</id><published>2007-03-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:16:08.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Touched By Fire"</title><content type='html'>Bloody long time nvr blogged (so far this is longest period XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun have time nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms r really like, touched by fire, they r sunburned so bad tt they peel everywhere &gt;&lt;. I think if there is 1st degree, 2nd degree n 3rd degree sunburn mine would belong to number 2. I think they make me look like i contracted some bloody STD, like Gonorrhoea or something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ODAC camp on fri n sat. Haha thunderstorm so in the end we didnt really go Pulau Ubin to hike (YAY!!!!!!) but we juz stayed in skool n did stuff like cooking n 1st aid. Wah lao i did the most comprehensive 1st aid RAMS ever done by any ODACian eva (i think) i like went thru every possible symptoms n diseases n illnesses. Even wrote about things like shock and how to cure altitude sickness there lol. Think the teachers woluld probably get a 'shock' when they read the RAMS, then i have to treat them for shock MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid PE tchr / ODAC tchr Mr. Shah see me dancing scouts dance one day then asked me to perform in front of all the other ODAC teachers lol wtf. Not like im the best or anything at all lah, got Tak Chuen in ODAC who can scout dance too okae???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked chocolate cake (I mean REALLY AUTHENTIC CHOCOLATE CAKE, NOT THE TOILET KIND OF CHOC CAKE CONCOCTION) using mess tins n fried rice n stuff. HAHA WE OWNZ we were the only group which had a truly SOLID cake the rest were some bits n pieces tt looked like ash (n tasted like ash). Bernard is really damn own in cooking flied lice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got 1st aid!!! Arggghhh stupid lecture by the teachers abt 1st aid all of us were like zzzzzz... oredi somemore i did the 1st aid RAMS the previous day so i was like, omgwtf i know all these stuff oredi this is soo lame... have to re-revise again grrr... Then we got some 1st aid practical to do. TA MA DE WTF MY CASUALTY SUFFERING FROM SPINAL INJURY u tell me wat to do wif him lar... Move him osso die, leave him there osso die, call ambulance come then we r 'on top of mountain' so no ambulance come. Knnwtf we dunno wat to do juz ask him to tell us whether he has any last words to say to his relatives lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we all hiked all the way frm RJC to bukit timah... aiyah lao di fang for me we did tt like how many times during scouts hike same route somemore except for the path tt leads to the Bukit Timah hill itself. I juz realized my ODAC group is chao chao MANLY all the guys have OWNAGE NAPFA SCORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other groups have like ppl wif fail or bronze or something for the guys (at least 1), then for us rite, Deshawn was sick so guess wat?! All the guys in my group, including "Biceps" Bernard, "Juggernaut" Jia En and "Whoosh!" Wai Sum all have gold for their NAPFAS. N HAHAHA MY NAPFA SCORE WAS THE MOST NOOB AMONG THEM!!! I CANT BELIEEVE IT IM SUPPOSED TO OWN MOST OF THE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmb in 4Q last yr i prob have the 3rd best NAPFA score or something but in this group in the least MAN! LOL!!! Somemore my gold is quite a high gold leh, but then hor, "biceps" bernard has 28 points, "Whoosh!" and "Juggernaut" have like 29 points. Then i asked Deshawn when he came back frm being sick, his NAPFA is osso quite pro, 25 points. All of the guys have 25 or above NAPFA GOLD!!! WHOOPEE WE R DAMN DAMN OWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we like, fly thru all the checkpoints lol. Until even the previous group almost got lapped by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar i rmb when we were slping in the A frame tent the guys slept in one tent the girls slept in the Dome Tent. I slept at the far right, Jia En slept to my left, Wai Sum left or Jia En n Bernard all the way at the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA JIA EN U EXTRA KIA SLEEP OSSO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;STRIP HALF NAKED&lt;/span&gt; N SLP!!! WTF!!! NO NEED TO SHOW THE 'GIRL IN UR DREAMS' UR POWER BICEPS RITE??? I KNOW U CAN DO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMANDO CHINUPS&lt;/span&gt; BUT THEN HOR U SLP NO NEED TO SHOW OFF UR ARMS TO ME!!! WTF I COULD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SMELL&lt;/span&gt; HIS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ARMPIT HAIR B.O.&lt;/span&gt; WAH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPER STINK&lt;/span&gt; LOLZ!!! NEXT TIME BRING UR DEO!!!!! AAARRRRGGGHHH  WAS WISHING I GOT RUNNY NOSE SO NO NEED SMELL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol n he snore the loudest osso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lesson learnt after odac trip - DONT PUT ARMY MOSQUITO REPELLENT ON UR SUNBURNT SKIN! Look: if it can dissolve insects, wat happens when u put it on skin!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to apply aloe vera gel on my left arm 3 times or more a day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia En and Deshawn super extra during the ODAC quartermaster session. Jia En, being the usual showoff went to do pushups in front of the girls, then Deshawn go n sit on him, then he act like he damn pissed but actually he damn happy n its like he go drink ecstacy like tt, then he flying tackle deshawn onto the rocky ground beside the chin up bar n both of them looked like they fight with a tiger like tt. Jia En's arm had scratches tt stretch like 15 cm down n Deshawn's leg kena scratches the same length. LOL u all damn smart arh do all these juz before we go Mount Ophir. U all die there not our fault lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton wif Guo Cong, Kia Boon n Shi Qian - the usual ppl - last friday. Omg i 1v2 GC n KB for 1 hour my right hand was dying before i went for ODAC. Come on lar this is like the 5th time im actually playing badminton n i can actually survive a 1v2 against players who play for years n years... lol. Not bad my tennis experience helped me, but then i found myself switching to tennis backhand cos my right hand dying liaoz haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did sets of 50 pushups n 30 crunches 2 times a day for weekends. Man I so want to get a 29 for my NAPFA as well.  Its been a long time sinced i last ran tho haha. Holidays i vow to do so everyday. I want to break my 10 min mark!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch wif GC today. We were tokking abt Taddy Bear Wellman n how he is osso their GP teacher. I still can significantly rmb wat happened last week when Taddy was askin for volunteers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAD: OkAy... (looks at class list for 5 mins) LeTs CaLl FoR VoLuNtEeRs.... ANGELINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(angeline answers question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAD: (10 mins later) OkAy... (looks at class list for 5 mins) LeTs CaLl FoR VoLuNtEeRs.... MAY FONG, ANGELINE TAN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes gonna be my gp tchr when i switch class still haha. As si hao said: TAD WELLMAN FTW!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah n congratz to Aprilia for a cfm entry in RJC! n gd luck for Jodie, hope her appeal manages to get thru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6515142165555518983?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6515142165555518983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6515142165555518983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6515142165555518983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6515142165555518983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/touched-by-fire.html' title='&quot;Touched By Fire&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-4910519341201361549</id><published>2007-03-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:44.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is a Charade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Life is a charade, a little tap dance through the many risks that lay before us. We are waltzing through the trapdoors of life in the dark. One misstep, and we tummel down the chasms of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn it, now i want to change my subject combination, my mind already decided, and they tell me tt they have retracted the exercise book which u fill in ur name if u wanna apply 4 another class. Sheesh. Now i have to write a letter to the VHM to appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i apply n manage to get thru, n i get into S06A, then i'll be quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;If i apply n manage to get thru, yet the new intake into S07A includes like 10 more guys, then i'll feel infinitely stupid&lt;br /&gt;If i dont apply and the new intake into S07A includes like 10 mire guys, then i'll be quite happy&lt;br /&gt;If i dont apply and there are no new guys coming to S07A, i'll feel infinitely stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i hope i get thru, n tt no other guys go into S07A (i know this is quite selfish, but then rite if suddenly got 10 more guys join S07A i will totally regret my decision. Physics isnt exactly my favourite subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE HAVE TAD WELLMAN IN S06A!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to experiment with all the poses in Granado Espada. My my, they look totally gorgeous in the face of the sunlight. Click on these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Refh7U0nxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/SojqsrSYCJk/s1600-h/GE4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Refh7U0nxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/SojqsrSYCJk/s320/GE4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037243117555139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is where my wizard just did the move Earthquake n i killed 10 monsters at one go. Damn, the screenshot shows the earthquake being executed but u cant see the dead bodies of the monsters for they are all like flying in the air. Wanted to capture them still in the air but i pres print-screen too early. Now u can onli see the foot of a few of those imps in the air lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided tt omg, graphics of the town are so nice, it'll be wasted if i didnt use my characters to strike a few poses with the sunset background. This is one especially nice one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RefiVU0nxWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/F57lUF87YNc/s1600-h/GE5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RefiVU0nxWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/F57lUF87YNc/s320/GE5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037243564231738722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful-des-ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like OMG, some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; ppl went in front of my characters' camera and all of them pose in a shrug in front of my bloody camera!!! I was typing WTF PLS MOVE I WANNA CAPTURE SCREENSHOT then they went away. Then another 3 more families came in front of my camera then all 3 X 3 heroes stood in front of this beautiful screen capture and SHRUGGED. WTF LOL i didnt know whether to be PISSED or start LAUGHING. Quite cute actually lol luckily they got bored n moved away after some time so tt i can take haha. (pls click to enlarge, its worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RefjPU0nxXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UeNX1SyA0RI/s1600-h/GE6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RefjPU0nxXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UeNX1SyA0RI/s320/GE6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037244560664151410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Figher and my Wizard so nice!!! My god its really like they r one couple like tt. Thx to GE for creating the pose-book! (though i like squandered away 10K of GE money buying 'pose' volumes for my characters so i can take screenshot haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another! This one is by the famous Nimrod Coimbra Bridge in GE!!! I LOVE THE SCENERY!!! (just tt the railings r a little too close for comfort so they block some of the scenery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Refjx00nxYI/AAAAAAAAACE/3Om0pH5oxUk/s1600-h/GE7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/Refjx00nxYI/AAAAAAAAACE/3Om0pH5oxUk/s320/GE7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037245153369638274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUO CONG R U SEEING THIS? U WANNA JOIN GE NOW OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk i gtg for odac camp at pulau ubin in 1 hrs time. Maybe next time i put more screenshots lol.&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/3167487521898205372-4910519341201361549?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4910519341201361549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=4910519341201361549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4910519341201361549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4910519341201361549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-charade.html' title='&quot;Life is a Charade&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JoaBirbF1zU/Refh7U0nxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/SojqsrSYCJk/s72-c/GE4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-7961999395486914248</id><published>2007-03-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:45.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"As promised..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RebcvDs1ZoI/AAAAAAAAABc/NvVSEkQgiRI/s1600-h/GE3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RebcvDs1ZoI/AAAAAAAAABc/NvVSEkQgiRI/s320/GE3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036955934265796226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RebaVzs1ZnI/AAAAAAAAABU/uwBmJDXhQgE/s1600-h/GE2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RebaVzs1ZnI/AAAAAAAAABU/uwBmJDXhQgE/s320/GE2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036953301450843762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE SCREENSHOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh u can click on them for clear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cokster tt said '@lol' is some idiot guy who stole away all the monsters i lured in by going in the middle of them n doing earthquake. TA MA DE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo the graphics arent the best yet! wait till i post up the imba pictures of Port Coimbra in Granado Espada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW: Watch out. cos GE is paving its way into business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Promising Game Award 2006&lt;br /&gt;Best Graphics 2006&lt;br /&gt;Best MMORPG Award 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7961999395486914248?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7961999395486914248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7961999395486914248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7961999395486914248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7961999395486914248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-promised.html' title='&quot;As promised...&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JoaBirbF1zU/RebcvDs1ZoI/AAAAAAAAABc/NvVSEkQgiRI/s72-c/GE3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-4440085962710771320</id><published>2007-03-01T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:10:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seeing Blindly"</title><content type='html'>Went for CIP rep course ytd. It kind of made me reminise about past experiences I have about doing CIP, well, those kind of experiences which u wont easily forget. Sometimes, bad experiences are much less difficult to forget than easy ones, and they are the ones which bring about the greatest change in ur perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Two years ago, while performing the annual Jobweek event for the Scout HQ, I chanced upon an encounter that changed my mind about community service. Jobweek is an event which all scouts dread, for we have to don our stifling, non-sweat-proof scout uniform and patronise each house, ringing their doorbells and asking for jobs to perform. It wasn't no mean feat, I'm telling you. This colossal event brings a thousand or so scouts under the heels of the HQ for the entire duration of a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;As a scout since primary school, that was my 7th year going about this tiresome business. However, each time I completed the jobs, collected the money and handed them to our seniors who will in turn deal the hard cash to the HQ, I could feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, for I thought that I was doing something to pay back to society the gifts that they have laden us with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;So the days ensued where we were chased by dogs, honked on by cars, shooed by housewives, ignored by the general public except for the few kindred souls who would spare us the opportunity to do jobs for them. As I steadily felt my money bag sticking out at odd angles from the many notes I had inside, I felt pride and arrogance, for I am doing my part for the community. We were told that some of the money we earned was going to 'charitable organisations' in the community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I pressed about ten dozen doorbells pleading for jobs before chancing upon a door which did not remain shut to ward off my unwelcome intrusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The splintered door creaked open slowly, a knobbly finger pulling the dinghy doorknob. Upon seeing the entity who opened the door, I hesitated, for at that moment of time my judgement was clouded by a period of momentary guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;An old man wearing a singlet which did nothing to hide the ribs that stuck out from the thin, flaky skin greeted me. He had one hand on the door. Only one other limb supported his wispy body structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;He had only a left arm and a right leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Apprehensively, for I could not think of what else to say, I robotically repeated to him the lines that have longed been programmed into my dulled mind, exasperated from saying the same thing to the many units before his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;'Good afternoon sir, I am Mark and am a scout from the Scout Group. Today is a day in our annual Jobweek where scouts will perform jobs to earn money to contribute to our scouting and charity efforts. So do you have a job for me sir?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;At that point of time I couldn't help but marvel at how I said that without hinting at a touch of irony. The man before me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;a man in need or service from the community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Silently, the poor man gesticulated that I should give him my card and let him sign it. With it he gave me a crisp 2 dollar note that he found from the depths of his pockets. Not knowing what else to do, I accepted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Up till today, I silently cursed myself. This man is in dire need of the money, yet he reaches out to help a healthy, full youth in want of the cash just to submit to his seniors. I felt morally deprived, accepting money from one who needs it more than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Those who delegate us the task of collecting the money lack a touch of sincerity. Years of repeating this scouting tradition has lost its significance - on the contrary, the practice has become a mechanical obligation. Up to now, I don't even know how much of the money we earn goes to the Scout HQ, and how much of it is transferred to 'charitable organisations'. It weighs down my heart to think that we may be exploiting the poor, using the excuse to help others in need to manifest our earnings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We can see perfectly well everything around us, yet sometimes we cannot comprehend the true situation. Much of what we see or hear is falsified and fabricated by 'official' documents. Personally, I can't help but not trust those who tell us that we are helping the community, for we cannot see those whom we will touch with our services. It is different, much much more different, if we had been by the side of the ailing and the needy, rather than indirectly contributing to their funds, believing that we are doing a great favour for them. After the NKF saga, I feel disgusted to think that the organisations whom we believe help us transfer funds to the needy are eating out a portion of the total money meant for them. It is no better than an act of stealing from a poor, old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;We are blinded by ten-ton eyelids of ignorance and lack of understanding. Only by truly giving our hearts to those who's lives have taken an unexpected turn for the worst can we truthfully admit that we have been  touching their lives. The warmth of a stranger's hand and the realization that the stranger whom they talk to can listen and understand is sometimes better than receiving cash  from nowhere. Loneliness cannot be cured by money. This rectangular sheet of paper cannot be exchanged for the firm grip of a stranger's hand conveying a sense of deep security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I perceive that we may also learn from those we aid. Mutual sharing is the entire point of CIP.  There is no meaning to the term 'Community Involvement' if we just collect money and transfer tham through secondary sources as we have not involved ourselves directly with the needy and the ailing. That said, I feel my heart go for those anonymous souls who visit the old folks' home rather than the parade of girls donned in school uniform prancing about Orchard Road with little tin cans and stickers with red crosses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The above is truly frm the bottom of my heart. The story of the man with two limbs is true. I m still waddling in a pool of guilt for I know I could have done my part in giving him a moment of joy, such as grasping his weak, trembly hands or patting him on the back saying 'Thank you, but I simply cannot accept the money'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the above is just wat i feel (stress: It is what I FEEL. all my reflections afterwards MAY NOT NECESSARILY BE WAT IS HAPPENING IN REAL LIFE. It is only ONE INCIDENT so i cant base my entire judgement on just an occurence). I respect charitable organisations for trying their best, putting their best foot forward to help others, just that i dont trust them 100% after that Jobweek incident and the NKF thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that was the philosophical, thoughtful other side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the happy, carefree, idiosycrasy side of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANADO ESPADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;GRANADO ESPADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;GRANADO ESPADA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT POST I WOULD PUT MORE SCREENSHOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUO CONG ARE U READING THIS!!! LISTEN TO THE IMBANESS OF THE BG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scroll my camera to look at the sunset sky and I see the CLOUDS MOVING! In an MMORPG!!! WTH!!! IMBANESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see TWO BIRDS FLYING IN THE DISTANCE!!! WoW SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF URSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zoom in at my characters and i see their EYES BLINK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the bottom of all the bridges and i see RENAISSANCE ART ON THE FOUNDATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol jerome said tt he slept at 2am ytd (woops i meant 2day!) playing Guild Wars. I told him i slept at 2am 2day playing Granado Espada!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM SENG FOR MMORPGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think im really going to join S06A. Not a personal choice, but im beginning to consider how this would affect me in the future. If im the new lowest scorer in a class with a former lowest of GPA 3.70, there is nowhere left to go... but up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think they can help me improve my grades. I can have like, 25 tutors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note, TAD WELLMAN IS THEIR GP TEACHER!!! OMG!!! AM I DESTINED TO BE HIS STUDENT FOREVER??!!! FIRST LIT NOW THIS LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-4440085962710771320?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4440085962710771320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=4440085962710771320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4440085962710771320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4440085962710771320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/03/seeing-blindly.html' title='&quot;Seeing Blindly&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-4946803937856795889</id><published>2007-02-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eye Candy"</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG GRANADO ESPADA IS SOOOO THE BEST GAME I'VE EVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST MMORPG-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay: Ownz Neverwinter Nights&lt;br /&gt;Character and skill graphics: Ownz World of Warcraft&lt;br /&gt;Background: Ownz Lineage&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ownz Guild Wars&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 10000000000/10 marks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW THE BACKGROUND TOTALLY OVERWHELMED ME THE MUSIC IS PRO PRO PRO THIS IS ONE GAME I MIGHT ACTUALLY DECIDE TO P2P!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk played GE with Kia Boon and Yu Tong. Lol i nvr know yu tong b4 until today while playing badminton with Guo Cong, Kia Boon, Shi Qian and him. Kia Boon was the one who introduced me to G.E. OMG im like worshipping him rite now cos he just recommended me the best game eva...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Party in Granado Espada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReLRvzs1ZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/NFIf0h7FdEA/s1600-h/GE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReLRvzs1ZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/NFIf0h7FdEA/s320/GE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035817952615949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO THE BACKGROUND IS COMPLETELY REAL THIS IS HOW IMBA THEIR GRAPHICS ARE. And the best part is tt this city isnt the nicest background. Its like.. average...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the centre is my fighter. The girl is my wizard and the last guy is a Scout. Like me =P. His purpose is to heal the other team members when fighting. Maybe tts y i have a first aid cert in my wallet too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton under the General Office b4 P.E. Then i completely forgot we had PE tt afternoon lol. Nvm i think i would have been excused anyway, cos like at 2 something really shit happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing front, Kia Boon my teammate was playing back. Then Guo Cong lobbed the shuttlecock over into the middle of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back and Kia Boon went front and then I whacked the racket&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;upwards &lt;/span&gt;with my face looking at the shuttlecock. Then Kia Boon whacked the racket &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;downwards &lt;/span&gt;in attempt to hit the shuttlecock too. I hit the shuttlecock away at the same time as his racket came crashing down onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kk so I GGXX for the rest of the day. Kind of reminded me of the Happy Tree Friends Eye Candy thing. Wow damn pain even when i m typing now my eyes hurt like damn hell lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glasses fell apart... so did the lenses. Thk god they didnt break or the badminton racket would have smashed them straight into my eyes then I will become like some Chen Wei Lian whom my mother LOVES. She spent $400 in total voting for Wei Lian for Project Superstar cos she thinks he deserves the pittiance vote. Wah lao tt $400 could go to me lor XD. Maybe if i truly go blind i can go participate in singing competitions then all the Aunties and the Ah Mahs would all vote for me cos i can get sympathy votes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt help at all tt my faced was already GGed frm being sunburned on Saturday frm ODAC kayaking. Being smashed on my face makes my face feel even more screwed up than it already was frm being fried like a tomato frm the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Qian was very nice to me helped me reput the lenses back. Then Yu Tong was osso veri nice lent me his glasses so i can cont. playing badminton. Haha. At least today didnt get trashed as badly as friday. Its my 3rd time playing badminton (SERIOUSLY) n im actually able to contest with GC and KB. Not bad sia... maybe i have a born potential XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tt was CMI liao eyes really hurt like shit. Spammed like 10 drops of eye-mo for each eye when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in afternoon had a talk with VHM regarding the class ratio. He says tt he cant guarantee anything but he can see wat he can do abt it. I hope he sees &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to do abt it soon or i'll leave 08S07A &gt;&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-4946803937856795889?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4946803937856795889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=4946803937856795889' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4946803937856795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4946803937856795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/eye-candy.html' title='&quot;Eye Candy&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReLRvzs1ZmI/AAAAAAAAABI/NFIf0h7FdEA/s72-c/GE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-4447198765855396400</id><published>2007-02-25T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;Random&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Haha no chim or meaningful title today. Today im juz going to be like... random... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog abt cny liao, so long ago. Juz tt cny we all go kaleni's house, played cards, played PS2 etc etc. His house is abt the same size as my house in Summerhill, juz tt his house is woo tech savvyzz. His speakers r like limited edition, he has a gaming keyboard, high precision mouse etc. His clothes r 95% branded n his wardrobe fills 1/3 of his room. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played poker wif CASH. $_$ $_$ $_$. Kk maybe not la, not exactly my day. I was like, top earner within 10 minutes having a grand total of $15 from my starting amount of $8. Then i like, lost n lost n lost until i went back to exactly $8 again. LOL. I decided to stop then bcos i felt i had a bad streak. Haha. Kaleni got all the $$$$$ to him cos its an in-house game for him. He got $13 i think, most amount amongst us 7. Eechong is the greatest loser... going from $8 to $0 n he had to put in another $8 to play again HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to arm wrestle with Ee chong (cos maybe i totally own all the guys in my OG i think muahahahaha weaklings). His bicep size is like in between mine n kangwei's dinosaur muscles (he is BARNEY!!!). Thank god i didnt lose my face we drew for both hands. I couldnt win his right hand cos i couldnt smash his wrist down n he couldnt win my left hand for the same reason (though maybe it was cos i was wearing a watch =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Ming is OWN in the PS2 NBA version. He's so huge i can smack away all the incoming three pointers frm the opponent (chester). But then i think overall he is better than me in PS2 bball. I think its cos he is so enthu abt bball in real life he transfers his enthuness into the console as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tts y im proud to say tt unlike most others, our OG IS FAR FRM DEAD!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmb the last time we had an OG outing was buying the blow up doll for Zei. We watched this movie called 'Snowcake' (i think). I think tts the title cos i wanted to go home at first, then my OG pestered me to go until i relented cos they already bought the tickets for me LOL. CUNNING HARH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starred Magneto (the Ian dunno-wat guy) as its protagonist n has a few other artistes, including Carrie Ann Moss frm Matrix. He was supposed to get into an accident with a girl hitchhiker in his car, then goes to apologies to her mother later cos she died, onli to find out the mother is quite senile. But i tot the story was quite meaningful. Anyway there was one part tt the mother n the protagonist were playing Scrabble. Then the mother arranged words tt r not in dictionary. She says each random non-existent word used muz come with a story. So Ian McKellen (is this how u spell his name?) went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-A-M-U-U-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Spiderman was slinging his web frm building to building. Each time he sprayed his web he goes 'YAMUUL!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she arranged this word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-A-Z-L-I-O-U-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: (some very very chim one) and Mr Fantastic looked up and said 'DAZLIOUS!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1I0zjs1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GE2OjRHXz1A/s1600-h/ultimate+spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1I0zjs1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GE2OjRHXz1A/s320/ultimate+spiderman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035364284107043666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words, they say. Maybe i can give examples XD:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1WUzjs2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ANhn54vEGVQ/s1600-h/spiderman-730179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1WUzjs2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ANhn54vEGVQ/s320/spiderman-730179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035364516035277666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1oUzjs3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7bWcFzvT_a4/s1600-h/Mr.+Fantastic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1oUzjs3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7bWcFzvT_a4/s320/Mr.+Fantastic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035364825272922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-O-L XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-4447198765855396400?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/4447198765855396400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=4447198765855396400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4447198765855396400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/4447198765855396400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='&gt;&gt;Random&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_JoaBirbF1zU/ReE1I0zjs1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/GE2OjRHXz1A/s72-c/ultimate+spiderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-6077972171825720789</id><published>2007-02-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:28:26.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Magnus Opus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Slender fingers rapped deftly back and forth the black and white keys of our age-old instrument, the melodious music flowing smoothly from the rusty machinations inside its jet-black carapace. I lay in my bed, a six year old child, eyes glazed with wonderment at the beauty of the song of our piano. Though scratch lines marred its otherwise perfectly polished surface, it was a work of art - no, not just that - a Magnum Opus of modern art. My eldest sister's long wavy hair swept across the piano as her hands began their dance across the keyboard - waltzing their way through the slow tempo; blazing through the crescendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;10 years ago, I was enruptured by a song that my sister always plays. Yet I never found out the title of that particular song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;10 years later, and I am seated in front of the flickering screen of my Dell computer. I hear the tune of the same music, but it resonates from my Harmon / Kardon speakers, not my piano. It is the Theme of the Piano, by Michael Nyman. Yet its music is now interrupted by a dozen chat windows along my ever-present start menu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A flash of blue, and my pupils register a critical error on my computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;The Blue Screen of Death. My computer crashes and the serenade of the oeuvre of my long-lost childhood disappears unglamourously in a most anticlimaxal means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Seething with insuppressible anger, I banged both fists on the dust-caked, dented piano surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. An attempt at 2 different literary writing styles. Note the change in the style as the plot advances into a different time. There is also a lost of tradition and literary devices down the story. Can you all see the irony of it all? What does the tone of the 2nd part of the passage represent? Why does it tune down to a much more simplified version?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second 'chapter' was hurried because its supposed to symbolise the change from the timelessness and wonder of youth to the stress of modern lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i dunno this really came from my heart. Btw this passage is absolutely, 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time i listen to the song, I really have this sense of nostalgia. I replayed the same music file 20 times across a span of an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish time could transport me to back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about CNY and other stuff tmr... Gtg kayaking for odac le, packing bag now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6077972171825720789?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6077972171825720789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6077972171825720789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6077972171825720789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6077972171825720789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/magnus-opus.html' title='&quot;Magnus Opus&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-2885407717550186318</id><published>2007-02-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:56:26.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Solitude"</title><content type='html'>I M OFFICIALLY THE ONLY F-ING GUY IN MY CLASS WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Kang Wei&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know u all forced me indirectly to change my subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know u all pangseh me leave me alone in the class means i have to go change my combi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit u all wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i muz change lit to physics to get in a class with an equal weightage of boys n girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk chinese new year was the same this yr. More relatives = $$$$  (=. I think my facial expression turned from 0_0 during school days to &gt;_&lt; during O level marks distribution to ^_^ on fri and -_- when i realized the guys r leaving. But during chinese new year my face is $_$. Lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk next time talk bah, i gotta do ODAC first aid RAMS liaoz... zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-2885407717550186318?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/2885407717550186318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=2885407717550186318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2885407717550186318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/2885407717550186318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/solitude.html' title='&quot;Solitude&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-812231580350102724</id><published>2007-02-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:46.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joie De Vivre (Part 5)"</title><content type='html'>YAY IM FINALLY FINISHING THIS DAMN LONG POST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nvm its worthwhile cos its something i do not wish to forgot (=    )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afta we were done in Seoul Garden which realli lit up our Souls we were like WOOT SO COOLXX!!! Then i dunno la, we suddenly damn random decide to take pics wif our dear ronald mcdonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH I JUST REALIZED MEL HAS A CRUSH ON RONALD MCDONALD!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We juz did tons of GL stuff beside him la. Maybe next time i reedit this post i paste pictures cos i nid 2 mug (&amp;#@^%$ chem!!! Damn scared kena GGXX screwed by Alfy Chan lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are wat each of us might have said to Ronald McDonald when we were doing our po-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul: Bui Song arh?&lt;br /&gt;Mel: RRRRONNNNAAALLLLDDDD!!!!!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Me: (SpAzTiC look) HeY (tad wellman style) I m RoNaLd WeLlMaN wAnT a CaT wItH cHoCoLaTe FuR???&lt;br /&gt;FX: Wah kao STINK MAN RONALD HAS COWDUNG SHOES&lt;br /&gt;Gen: RRRRONNNAAALLLLDDDD!!!! kawaii des ka&lt;br /&gt;Rach: Kiam pa arh McDonald? Wan fight is it? Come la!&lt;br /&gt;Barney HAHAHAHAHA I M MAG U R NOT HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor: Pose???&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: (tiffany is juz tiffany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tiffany just="" looks="" tiffany=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly veri random again we all suddenly asked kang wei to do backflip so he did lor. Random... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jerome n angel came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: (...and Jerome is just... Jerome)&lt;jerome also="" just="" looks="" jerome=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I m trying to be hot with Ronald, but i think im like failing terribly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then afta tt BISHI BASHI!!! OMG I CANT BELIEVE IT 4 years nvr play my favourite game aside frm dotaness. i almost forgot all the games liao! but i still rmb the afro one ZOMG DAM FARNI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang i dunno how to explain bishi bashi games lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i got owned! like sai! argh... im like, supposed to own in tt game lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo then we played para para. Jerome was seriously the para para sakura, i mean woah! natural man. I RECORDED THE VIDEO XD!!! maybe he should go join the Dance Floor. ppl would go like OmG KEWL. LOL i now osso know who cant dance for nutz. For me i juz went up there n like, follow the arrow keys lol i didnt realli para para. Until i decided 1st part too easy le maybe do some stuff at the same time as para para. So i like funked dance as well as do the hand action to the comp screen. Aiya i extra-kia i missed 4 arrow keys when i did tt lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad one by one we all leave until got Angel Mel Gen Rach n me left. Wah how come im always the last guy left har? Class osso i juz heard today tt MAG n Jerrrrrooommmeeee Lye r dropping out. Wah lao maybe being the last guy to leave on fri is some kind of foreshadowing this disaster. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG REALIZATION JUZ DAWNED UPON ME AGAIN!! WAAAAHHH IM THE ONLI GUY LEFT SHIT SHIT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U LAR JEROME&lt;br /&gt;DAMN U LAR KANG WEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangseh me &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/tiffany&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdxAaltiMaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YDnesSunAYc/s1600-h/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdxAaltiMaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YDnesSunAYc/s320/DSC06914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033969309037244834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hehehehe i="" m="" spaz=""&gt;&lt;tiffany just="" looks="" tiffany=""&gt;&lt;jerome also="" just="" looks="" jerome=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEDED LIAO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK NEXT TIME TOK ABT CNY LE.. MUZ STUDY CHEM GGGAAAAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la i blog every day suddenly stop to pause, stretch, take a breath n then ppl ask me write again.... wth XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/jerome&gt;&lt;/tiffany&gt;&lt;/hehehehe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-812231580350102724?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/812231580350102724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=812231580350102724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/812231580350102724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/812231580350102724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/joie-de-vivre-part-5.html' title='&quot;Joie De Vivre (Part 5)&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdxAaltiMaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YDnesSunAYc/s72-c/DSC06914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-6474292918936962068</id><published>2007-02-18T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:06:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joie De Vivre (Part 4)"</title><content type='html'>Kk, so anyway on friday after Take 5 we took a cab to Marina Square and omg, I think it shall forever be my favourite shopping n hangout centre! Sheesh it was super super hawt tt day like most of us got sunburned afta lyke 15 mins walking under the sun out of the CCAB. There was like me, Rachel, Eleanor, Nurul, FX, Gen, Mel and Tiffy wif us waiting for cabs to take to Marina Square. Take 5 (pun pun pun!!! (= ) mins for the 1st batch of ppl to get the cab. The 2nd batch took like 45 mins to get the stoopid cab too. Its like all the angmohs n ppl marched all the way in front of us and stuck out their thumbs before the poor girls of Taxi Group 2 could get the taxi. Classic American style... lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went wif Nurul FX n Rach in the 1st taxi ride. I bet they were like dam happie ppl to b in tt cab cos the rest of them got as sunburned as a chicken in the oven. Sian... they all say tt i look like their father wtf even asked the taxi driver whether i look like some father of 3 kids. He was going: 'So boy u how old arh?' then i was like - ' 16 this yr'. Sianzzzzz... i look veri the old meh? haha if im a father than Mel muz be some lao tai tai cos i said tt she reminded me of my sister, and my sister is some 12 years older than me. They said i look the part of a father... lol im so the youngest in my family n i still 'look like a father'? Dunno whether tt is a compliment or an insult lol. I took it both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stupid Rachel called Kang Wei to ask him where he is at the same time as Kang Wei called me to ask where we are. Didnt she realize got user busy tone? Lol kang wei too famous oredi lar, he went to hang out wif his ex 4K ppl i guess. Quite sad for him a few ppl he know r leaving the sch whereas my ex class 4Q which is twice as big as his ex class has no one leaving. Thru train... haha tts wat u get when u go into O lvl stream. But then again his class has a couple of AP ppl like Jerome n Ang Chuang Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL chuang yang dam sad case frm RI GEP to HCI GEP back to RI Special n then RI O lvl stream and out of RJC i think. Tts wat u get when u pon all the lessons XD. Jerome i know always bully Cinyang ahahaha until Cinyang went to comprain to parents who comprain to teacher who comprain to headmaster who comprain to Jerome then he got suspended for 2 days i think. Haha Cinyang mother dam own but i dunno wat jerome did to him, muz have been dam bad cos he was also bullied quite a lot in pri sch XD I rmb sec 1 Cinyang was like - u seee tt guy down there? see tt guy? Hes name is jerome he always bully me.... waaaahh T_T XD. Lol but Kang Wei real nice guy wif his Ah Chun always has his &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BaRnEy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Smile hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver super super nice charge me discount 10 cents n said a lot of fun n heppy stuff to us. Anyway we like waited for Kang Kang to show up, which he did quite quickly, amazing since he was at j8 like when we were in the taxi. Maybe he used his uber biceps to like launch himself into the air and backflip all the way to Marina Square (= . The rest of them havent popped up yet so we all juz stoned arnd here n there 4 a while then after tt went to Seoul Garden. 11++ for a student meal, n since we r staying there for 3 hours or so, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WE WERE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SO DAM HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WE CHOSE TO GO SEOUL GARDEN INSTEAD OF ANYWHERE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest of them came, we settled into our usual routine of put meat in, wait for some time to cook, talk, take meat out, eat, put meat in, wait for some time to cook, talk, take meat out etc etc. Wah tt routine is a veri veri sinful routine cos it becomes an unconscious reaction n u dunno when to stop ur 'put meat in, wait for some time to cook, talk take meat out, eat' steps. I decided wah if anything were to go in stuff has to go out so i went to toilet. &lt;strong&gt;WAH KAO&lt;/strong&gt; F-ING TOILET LIKE 100m AWAY N GIVES U &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HYDROTHERAPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always put paper in the toilet bowl then go ahead with Nature's Call but then each time i stuff the DAMN PAPER IN THE TOILET FLUSHES!!!! #$)*(^#*$&amp;%^#%&amp;amp;$ then i continued wif another batch of paper, more slowly, more deliberately. Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;FLOOSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my hands became wet wif NEwater &lt;strong&gt;TA-MA-DE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! I was like &lt;a href="mailto:#*&amp;%$#&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;^%$@#&amp;@(*#$#&amp;amp;*%"&gt;mailto:#*&amp;%$#&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;^%$@#&amp;@(*#$#&amp;amp;*%&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!! ZOMG (wth how the heck did tt become a url!?!?) then inch by inch i lowered my hand wif the toilet paper into the stupid water then finally it didnt flush my hand together down wif the eff-ing paper!!! GRRR then when im closing my business the sparstic thing gave me the irritating water massage again!!!!!! @#)&amp;$^@*#$)*&amp;amp;^$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back Mel (either her or Rach) asked me 'Did u juz give birth in the toilet?' then i was like 'No i just went for a #(*%&amp;$)*&amp;amp;% hydrotherapy. Then they all started cokking abt some stuff regarding Japanese toilets giving ppl a massage. HELL, can they juz give me a break XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange dirty hotplate for new one halfway during our feast... then the guy who changed our hotplate rite? he juz like heck care n stuff his hand inside the blue color fire while switching out the hotplates. Then we were like *GASP* n he was like *oh ho nothing happened relax relax* tt kind of expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the usual 'I never...' game at Seoul Garden. WOOHOO now i know a lot of secrets abt all the ppl! HAHAHA I STILL CAN RMB WHO PISSES IN THEIR PANTS IN PRIMARY SCH XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forfeit for person who runs out of "i never...' lives drink up drink up! No lah we r under 18 so our beer is the *RJC beer* lemon tea. Haha after drink cannot go toilet piss!!! XD. AS EXPECTED TIFFY DIED 1ST BUAHAHA... we expected her to die a second time so she onli drank half a glass, while FX drank full. Mel lost later n drank full too. Haha we so nice to Tiffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one point of time Nurul was going 'I never........................ eaten pork in my life before' then all of us went 'WAHHHHH LAAAOOOO!!!!!!!' n started laughing, then COINCIDENTALLY, SIMULTANEOUSLY, AMAZINGLY the other group at the otehr side of Seoul Garden started laughing too!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN HAPPENING!!! WE LAUNCHED A MEGA PARTY AT SEOUL GARDEN!!! Like we all juz sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG for Kang kang whose birthday is at like August the 17th (if i rmb correct) then the WHOLE seoul garden started singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANGWEI!!! LOL LOL LOL EVERYONE STOOD UP N DID A &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CHEER FOR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KANGWEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then we were like HUH? WHOSE BDAY WHOSE BDAY XD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if go clubbing like tt hahaha.. we laugh until even those who take ecstacy cannot be as high as us. My leg tt time no more suan oredi cos laugh so much become stomach suan instead. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SUDDENLY the group beside us stood up and went YYYUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!!!! then we all also went YYYUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................SENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya dunno how to explain la, cannot be put in words anyway the whole time we were laughing like some effing shyts in Seoul Garden until we leave tt time still laughing. Cos when we left rite, the whole group besides us said BYE n we were like BYE then suddenly the WHOLE SEOUL GARDEN was like BBBYYYEE!!! even got people stand up say bye to us wahaha. Then we leave n laugh n laugh, go toilet laugh still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mel n gang when they all went female toilet there was this malay girl standing outside watching they all laugh n make noise all the way in the loo. Cannot blame my frens wad... when there is Mel inside there will never be any silence one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decibel voice XD. Its like when she laugh i laugh n when i laugh all those beside me will laugh n when all those beside me laugh everyone will laugh and then she will continue laughing all over again. Anyway the Malay girl was like calling them nuisances in public when they left haha. See lah Mel all ur fault LOL (=. There is also some guy who said "SSSSHHH" outside their toilet. Then Mel tot it was &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt; and Maggot asking them to shuddup outside so she went 'Shut up you moron!!!' Then it turned out to be some other random guy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MMMEEELLL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6474292918936962068?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6474292918936962068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6474292918936962068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6474292918936962068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6474292918936962068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/joie-de-vivre-part-3_2617.html' title='&quot;Joie De Vivre (Part 4)&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-6523669437861473574</id><published>2007-02-18T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:05:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joie De Vivre (Part 3)"</title><content type='html'>Kk, so anyway on friday after Take 5 we took a cab to Marina Square and omg, I think it shall forever be my favourite shopping n hangout centre! Sheesh it was super super hawt tt day like most of us got sunburned afta lyke 15 mins walking under the sun out of the CCAB. There was like me, Rachel, Eleanor, Nurul, FX, Gen, Mel and Tiffy wif us waiting for cabs to take to Marina Square. Take 5 (pun pun pun!!! (= ) mins for the 1st batch of ppl to get the cab. The 2nd batch took like 45 mins to get the stoopid cab too. Its like all the angmohs n ppl marched all the way in front of us and stuck out their thumbs before the poor girls of Taxi Group 2 could get the taxi. Classic American style... lawl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6523669437861473574?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6523669437861473574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6523669437861473574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6523669437861473574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6523669437861473574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/joie-de-vivre-part-3_18.html' title='&quot;Joie De Vivre (Part 3)&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-7957802940287952421</id><published>2007-02-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:05:28.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joie De Vivre (Part 2)"</title><content type='html'>2nd part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08S07A08S07A08S07A08S07A08S07A08S07A08S07A08S07A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I CAN'T FORGET TT DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 FEB 16 FEB 16 FEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after the Take 5 we all decided to have a group pic n did a jump shot. ZZZ AS USUAL IM FOTOGRAPHER so i not included inside the jump shot. Not bad managed to catch all the girls jumping at one go. LOL now i know which girls got 1000 latency XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit too bsy having a kang wei convo i continue next morn LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7957802940287952421?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7957802940287952421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7957802940287952421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7957802940287952421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7957802940287952421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/joie-de-vivre_17.html' title='&quot;Joie De Vivre (Part 2)&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-9161832209856792313</id><published>2007-02-16T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:48:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joie De Vivre" (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE ABSOLUTION MOST FUNNEST FUN DAY IN MY  LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdXDWSyksCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8No8lfP1e2U/s1600-h/08S07A.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdXDWSyksCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8No8lfP1e2U/s320/08S07A.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032142946424893474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Take 5 toodaes... Toot, i woke up dam slpy in the morn cos its like my entire week i slept at  earliest @ 12 oclock midnitez.. then my throat quite pain n WTH MY LEGS PAIN LIKE OMG HELL. Too many blue blacks n stuff. Too much fatigue i sit down i need to lower my body down onto the sofa n not like go straight down or my legs would buckle n i would crash onto the sofa, which sux i would destroy my aching back. LOL almost as if i had like rheumatism, 腰酸背痛 as tho im 50 years older like tt. I wonder how eric feels now, he manned n destroyed himself more than i did rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go CCAB down there sit down in front of class n i totally knocked out for 15 mins cos i super sleepy. Slept the entire ride to the CCAB, so cant help it. Then i heard some S07B ppl saying 'LOOK AT TAD!!! LOOK AT WELLMAN!!!' then i shot up frm my hibernation n went like 'WHERE WHERE WHERE!!!!' Lol as usual he had tt (?)_(?)  expression on his face as usual. Not bad he got wear designer jeans, but they just emphasize the shadows under his spare tyre keekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like dunno how long of waiting, we all were supposed to sit in one line n start eating mandarin oranges. Dunno why they want this record so badly, maybe its cos we r a *premier* college that must achieve a juggernormous *status* as we are the *future leaders of singapore* , the *hope for a better age*, so must show all tt we can break a lot of records too. Haha i was feeling dam pissed off with my numb legs so i dug my fingers all the way inside the orange then everything spurted out n i had to clean my glasses. I dunno y but i no mood to finish the orange, so i juz stuffed it back into the red plastic thing after eating 1/8 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after tt was the TALENTIME!!! OMG there are a few groups who juz went up there n zuo fei n didnt realli catch my attention but WOAH got a lot of groups seriously very pro in my standards. I LOVED THE STREET DANCERS SnB they like completely knocked out all the competition frm everyone else. S has full body isolation and B can pull the air and get up frm an almost flat position on the ground. Aiya veri hard to explain but they juz SUPER SUPER PRO. Haha judges even ask them not to go join the local show 'The Dance Floor' but fly over to LA n go for 'So You Think You Can Dance'. Beyond SG standards lolz. Im unexplainably proud n overwhelmed tt im in Street Dance now. THREE CHEERS FOR STR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course got the usual singers down there such as Wenjun and Jonathan i think their singing quite closely matched but i dont think the Josh Groban team was better than them. How the hell did both the teams lose out to them lol. Then osso got Rock Bands, n as usual Triad owned the whole place with 'professional singing' according to the judges. WOW Yinwei sang my 3rd favourite MUSE SONG!!! ***Time Is Running Out***!!!The musical accompaniement was very tight n coordinated, almost like im listening to Muse concert like tt. Onli prob was i dun like yinwei's appearance. He was wearing some the Amazing FLASH costume with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Strikingly Yellow Bolt of Lightning&lt;/span&gt; down his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;red color t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/3/3c/250px-Flash207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 378px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/3/3c/250px-Flash207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the voice of a rocker but then hor his face still looks veri yinwei-ish to me leh. No offence, but i think if he stood backstage n sang it would be nicer than if he went out n did it. When he was screaming n destroying his lungs i can see his whole face turn into TOMATO AND BRINJAL COLOR. I think when he left the stage there muz be a LOT of spittle on the mike head. Yuck yuck! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osso got this team called Soul Sisters, SS, or rather i call them Slut Sisters. Eye candy but not much substance - maybe it was cos the str dance ppl too pro n outdanced them previously already. Nurul asked me which one was the prettiest n i was telling her, "Go look at where all the guys heads r turned at. THAT is the prettiest dancer." I mean its absolutely true there r 2 dancers immediately in front of the guys ahead of me n yet all their eyes are rooted upon the other girl on the opposite side of the stage. Damn amazing i can see ALL THEIR HEADS turned towards the same direction, but haha, i admiti osso joined in the crowd too =P.  I think if i were the 2 girls at the front i would feel very shi bai... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to do hand painting but halfway thru the queue i heard Clara's voice resonating through the field, so i was thinking 'OMG ZEI'S ENTRANCE ZEI'S ENTRACE' then i totally chionged frm the hand painting booth at 100 miles per hour to the talentime stage. LOL ZEI'S DANCE SO CUTE I WONDER HOW COME THEY MAKE HIM GIVE THE RING TO SHERRY! LMAO i found out later tt the box containing the ring was actually EMPTY! I remember last time me n 2 of my classmates went to check Love Calculator Sherry n Zei had 96% chance of having a successful relationship!!!! MAYBE ITS JUST FATE. Hard luck la zei next time find a decent way to formulate a proposal.  But then other than tt n Royce's playing of the piano n Clara's singing n Eugene's drumming pitches i didnt understand the plot.... lol so sad for my frens who r half OG half i know some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like very bo liao, nothing to do go back to the hand painting booth after the performances n i met up wif Sherry, Elena n Zei then as usual i had to become the Dad role n keep their stuff while they go bounce in the Bouncy Castle of the Tigger. Osso asked me to take picture of them jumpin arnd in the Bouncy Castle of the Tigger. I saw Daryl Eng, Zei, Auyong, Aaron Chee n a few others frm the GAYS' ANATOMY joining in the fun. As expected, all of them screamed and shrieked louder than all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went wif Sherry to the front to watch the reults frm talentime. Saw Gabby Wee dancing. Omg he is chao flexi his body wave like girl like tt haha. Got owned by his dance lol. But then it was Mr Shah singing to the tune of SexyBack so i think tt totally screwed up everything. He is as tone deaf as a tape recorder wif 1% battery left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY STR BROS TOOK AWAY 1ST PRIZE AS PREDICTED. Singing category said b4 oredi, band is Triad. Biathalon results r how imba ownage. Im sure, the fastest time is like 14 mins or so. Look, if i sprint 50m in the swimming pool at my ultimate max spd i do like 30 secs. Assuming the guy is a chao pro swimmer with crazy stamina, he prob. does 300m at the same speed as my 50m sprint. Meaning he takes 3 mins +  in total. 14 - 3++ = 11--. Less than 11 mins to run 3km. Crazy &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;WE ROCK WE ROCK WE ROCK WE ROCK WE ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Ðằ   Ð Є أ ٧  Ļ - who needs the happy pill when you've got S07A? 08S07A is ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-9161832209856792313?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/9161832209856792313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=9161832209856792313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/9161832209856792313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/9161832209856792313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/joie-de-vivre-part-1.html' title='&quot;Joie De Vivre&quot; (Part 1)'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoaBirbF1zU/RdXDWSyksCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8No8lfP1e2U/s72-c/08S07A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167487521898205372.post-6458413821945780890</id><published>2007-02-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:33:59.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Danse Amour Euphorie"</title><content type='html'>Haha rach, koped ur msn name for title. According to rach its 'Dance.Love.Happy' Love dancing and be happy. Not bad wad, 2dae dance okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started liking funk dance all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day got our civics lesson. Evans was asking how many of us r leaving e class, so we pass a paper arnd writing abt who intends to leave n who is considering to leave. I put down my name for 'considering' haha. Cant stand it lor, we have to break class if our number too low... i'd rather join other classes than like, 7B . All the AP ppl r there, whole day talk damn loud during chem. Slap them lar... wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL evans doesnt realize some ppl r juz leaving his class bcos of his boring econs tutorial. LMAO if i leave the class it wouldnt be bcos of the teachers it would be bcos of too little ppl. See? Patriotic to class lah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lecture boring like shyt sia... i look right I see rachel writing 'I am feeling sleepy' on her lecture notes. I look back I see jerome drawing a mouse as usual. Then i see kangwei he drawing himself doing gym. ROFLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test after tt on last period so i got study math lor. Damn scary my GPA 2.0 subject i sms a few ppl abt how easy it is. They all were saying like 'Damn easy no nid study one'. Then i realized those ppl i sms rite? their GPA like 3.7, 3.8, 3.9.... zzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP lecture we had newspaper cutting. Haha whole class stone n slack off their newspaper thing so in the end i think me n rach present most (this wk i brought the npaper she forgot to bring. last wk she brought the npaper i forgot to bring XD ) LOL rachel u damn farni want to talk abt an article go and read the newspaper cutting on the other page (=  Didnt u like wonder how come I cut off the main paragraphs of the thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got debate cos e rest of class nvr present much newspaper. The motion was 'Men are redundant'. Discuss. I was like LOL me kang wei n jerome r like cfm in the same team cos same gender. Then eleanor n samantha osso change gender join our grp. Then i suggested 'Why not the males do the prop n females do the opp?' I said 'JUST JOKIN!!!!!!!!!!!' but then Gabby decided tt it was a good idea then i was like HUH U GOT TO BE KIDDING ME like tt. LOL its something like the guys degrade themselves by saying tt we r redundant and the girls r supposed to be the foundation for our pride. Luckily the argument came to some draw lor. If not I will feel damn shi bai cos im arguing tt ppl like myself r not needed. Thx girls for like saving Jerome Barney n my pride!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I said something to counter argue n asked the other group, "Okay, if u can name me any skill a guy can do n a girl cannot do u can hang the argument already." Then they all started laughing. At first i dunno why n then after tt i was like 'I MEAN SKILLS IN WORKFORCE LAR NOT TT KIND OF SKILLS'!!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n Jerome too enthu in debating oredi both of us keep raising pts but i raise pt A he raise pt B then in the end confuse everyone XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kang wei? He juz sit there n stone, enjoying the show. ROFL Barney useless heehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the BIG BIG distraction came. Our math teacher!!! Math test!!! haha just nice in the lecture theatre i spent the time reading tutorial 1 instead of following the lesson on tutorial 2 or drawing random shyts on my tutorial wksht so i know tt im supposed to complete the square. After tt ppl got like the 'okay i think i'll pass tt test...' kind of expression. Then i was like happy happy i think i can score. Until jerome told me the last qn my graph wrong. I said 'No wad u go see the graph on my calculator it cant be wrong its frm the wksht itself'. Then jerome looked at it n said 'boiz i think u copy the equation wrongly'. ZZZZ JACKED!!!!! SPARSTIC CARELESSNESSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with FX, Eleanor n Rach to go eat pastamania. I learned a lot of stuff abt the girls n they learnt a lot frm me thru the 'I have never...' game!!!! lol now i know tt the girls in my class dun like reading Charles Dickens, r not well read n some of them watch rated stuff! Then i osso learnt rachel got this pri sch classmate who pokes her with pencil LOL. I osso realized all girls cry at least once in 2 years cos i said 'I have  never cried in sec 3 n 4' then they all put their fingers down. I told them in the past i used to cry too. My mother was like reading Charlotte's Web to me n she said 'Charlotte died' then i was like WWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH T_T. Lol the innocence of youth XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost like twice lor. But then im the onli guy amongst the 4 ppl. Then have to say pickup line to random ppl. FX osso kena forfeit, had to go do some weird finger-on-back action 2 some guy too. Caught the forfeit on the spy cam on my hp!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt i went practice street showcase for some time b4 eric dismiss then we choreo the moves together. Did funk dance as usual lol, but never danced to 'Runaway' before so got a bit of complications. Haha after the practice i havent change yet so my uniform is as wet as if i lumped it in the swimming pool (REALLY). Tan huan for a damn long time cos super tired lol. But danse. amour. euphorie lor i like dance le!!! Relieves mental stress but adds physical stress lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choreo we came up with a damn coolio move doods. Im supposed to do a split on the ground n eric is supposed to do the move 'Ultimate' over me. Tt move is like he jump over me, touch his 2 legs, turn 360 degrees and land in front of me. Damn scary i was like how hamzi i can really feel the wind frm his jump across my hair. If he screws up his jump he land on me n i break my neck haha. We performed in front of the ppl then we got damn lot of applause n we felt like, wah not bad sia. Actually I screwed up n Eric did too. Here is the step-by-step procedure on how to kill urself doing funk dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Freeze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Side freeze by balancing ur body weight on ur hands while leaning ur legs on ur side.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hand feel like paper after tiring practice&lt;br /&gt;3) Whole hand crumple over like some cardboard flat thing&lt;br /&gt;4) Smash on the ground&lt;br /&gt;5) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lift ur whole body weight up and land with a push up position with a 360 degree turn frm ur starting point&lt;br /&gt;2) Land on one hand instead of 2 hands n 2 legs&lt;br /&gt;3) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kick upwards then land on ur right leg n push ur left leg forward to end up in a split position&lt;br /&gt;2) Land on ur right KNEE&lt;br /&gt;3) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few were Eric's ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Repeat as shown above. Lean ur weight on one hand instead of the other&lt;br /&gt;2) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do a running leap over mark who is in a split position, touch ur legs in the middle of the jump, turn 360 degrees n land in front of mark.&lt;br /&gt;2) Land on ur arse&lt;br /&gt;3) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate (2):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do a running leap over mark who is in a split position, touch ur legs in the middle of the jump, turn 360 degrees n land in front of mark.&lt;br /&gt;2) Land on ur ankles&lt;br /&gt;3) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-Hand Stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be extra like Eric n try to attempt the Leonard Leng one hand stand&lt;br /&gt;2) Topple over and crash&lt;br /&gt;3) Destroy ur ankles (which r going to get destroyed AGAIN later)&lt;br /&gt;4) PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL tt abt sums it all. A real live summa cum laude. Anyway we were like dam happpy dance quite cool. Then Syaz went up. Her dance realli pro lor, so was Rachel's. Then came Kok Tong. He solo funk dance but then his performance totally owned ours. Damn smooth like smoothie lol. Liked his legwork thruout the entire thing, very sleek. Lucky we went first, otherwise our funk will get overshadowed by his. Me n Eric not as pro as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta tt was FREESTYLE. We just went out did stuff one by one, then i realized how good the other dancers really were. Almost all had dancing experience frm one way or another. LOL privately i wondered wat zei would do if he turned up. HAHAHAHA ZEI LUCKY U GO TSD OR U DIE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 5 tmr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6458413821945780890?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6458413821945780890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6458413821945780890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6458413821945780890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6458413821945780890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/danse-amour-euphorie.html' title='&quot;Danse Amour Euphorie&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-389108106307742125</id><published>2007-02-14T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:04:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Crippling Realization"</title><content type='html'>Before i explore the title of this post, juz tok abt wat happened the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is V. DAY!!!! Kk did up like, flowers, salt n pepper shakers n some other stuff for the gals in my class.  Cant stand it lah ytd i slept at 12+ trying to tie ribbons on all the flowers! Some stupid flowers keep dropping petals n im like, this is spring, not autmn... zzz...  then i realize i was like how stupid. Could have asked those Far East Flora ppl to wrap up the flowers for me... 笨蛋 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class like, pesters all the guys to give stuff to all the girls. I mean, in other classes this is really nothing, but giving flowers to a class with almost FIVE TIMES MORE girls than boys is no joke. At first my sister was like saying: "U r getting stuff for all the girls!? No Shit?!" then i was like, "Yah, 可以办到的..." then i act like wah, damn easy lor, how can she doubt me. Maybe i'll think twice next time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So v.day i went to school with this MAG container with 20 flowers and water inside. For decor's sake i even like, wrapped up the container n ribboned it up haha. Then after tt on the ride to sch the stoopid container tipped over a bit n my shoe kena some of the water. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked out of the car I was immediately created by Fudge frm Bball. He was going 'OMG MARK GOH!!!' then i kind of dao him. Then he shouted with some sonic boom voice 'MMMMAARRRRKKK GOOOOHHHH!". I like turn arnd n smile smile n his expression was something like 'omg mark has 20 gfs' tt kind of expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this guy unloading some stuff frm his car. His wasnt like, 20 separate flowers like mine, his was a bouquet of maybe 50 roses. Then I was like ZOMGWTF i just got owned by this JC2 guy. Until he reached into his car again and got out some MAGa container wrapped in pink tt looks like it can store a 24 inch TV. I dunno why but i suddenly tot tt the seventh month come already n his MAGa BIG box looks like those kind of paper made thing which u burn for the hungry ghosts. Like, those kind of boxes where they put the hell bank notes. What the hell (pun intended), so coincidental in the afternoon Jerome let us watch the movie 'Corpse Bride'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i go meet my OG then they were like 'OOOMMMGGGG MARK!!!! ARE THOSE FOR ME?" and 'WOW' n i was like 'FOR CLASS ONLY'. Feel damn bad lor haha. But i passed 2 of the flowers n the heart-shaped salt n pepper things to Yi Jun n Jie Hui, cos i got their names when kaleni was making us draw lots. Actually i got Joanna 1st, but then eugene n i decided to trade, cos joanna usually visits OG earlier in the morning, while i know Jie Hui a bit more than him cos shes ODACian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to class then i was given some quizzical look by Evans, then the girls started going 'oh mark!!!! so sweet'. I think by the end of the day im gonna get toothache... cos after tt all the girls started giving brownies, sweets, biscuits n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Heart-shape-on-calculator in Miss Koh's class. She stared me up n down n then asked me, "Are you sure you came up with this?" I was like yah.... n was thinking privately to myself how come she doubt me so much? She think my maths lousy = calculator skills lousy meh??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the girls frm 08S07A saw the flowers, so they knew wat i was giving them. Then jerome's turn. Some random J2 came knocking on our door delivering flowers. The especially nice red one went to Samantha Eva Ho. The yellow ones went to the rest of the class. MAG_Kangwei damn farny go arnd getting credit for the 'anonymous' flowers tt were given out. Turns out they were frm Jerome... LOL LOL LOL!!! Betray his future keychain partner yar? Then we all privately wonder how come the flowers were for '*Samantha* and all the class girls'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAG got stuff for them too, then he dealt out his 'wan pai' n gave all of them badges. Jerome's winner were the cookies he baked himself. Mine were the heart shape pepper n salt shaker things. All of us were ORIGINAL unlike those boring flower guys with nothing but flowers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thosai for break as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP we had Gabby as usual in some seminar room. HAHAHA he said Jerome's GP essay was notable as well as MINE!!!! LOL, then after tt he said rachel's one not bad too :) Then he say no one in this class fail. I wonder whether was sarcasm or something, cos the model essay we were given scored 36/50. MODEL ESSAY SOMEMORE. I THINK GP TEST WE DIE DIE DIE. End of lesson i took one of my extra flowers give Gabby. Then another one give him to pass Ms Koh himself. Playing cupid... ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tad Wellman was... well, Tad Wellman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Jerome movie in afternoon in A57. Nice movie but quite slow, but not bad lah got a lot of puns. I hope tmr we dont get PUNished for using the classrm n messing it up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponned ODAC Panda talk to go Cybergaming Inter-house at 3pm. Met gabby quek there. Both of us kena kicked out cos WALKOVER WTF. Too few BB ppl. I wanna kick the person who sent us the SMS - we were supposed to be down at 1;30 NOT 3:00. So went down canteen then went home lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk now for why i used this title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;drumroll&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn damn damn sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZ.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Kangwei say he want to switch to H2 History. So BB BARNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kangwei say Jerome want to switch out econs cos got Evans. Kangwei lies so i went to Jerome Lye to ask myself (alliteration + repetition). WTH Jerome REALLY LEAVING CLASS!!! IM THE ONLY GUY IN CLASS ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen may leave class if she gets human-s scolarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy is leaving the class for PCME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprilia is leaving class to upgrade bio to H2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato has left the class already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 become 16 become 10 sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD PLS DUN RESHUFFLE ME I'LL COMPRAIN 2 SCH SYSTEM GIVE SO7C STUDENTS SAME SUBJECT COMBO AS US YET NOT IN OUR CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If really like tt, im the onli guy in class n no new male newcomers, i think my character will become like girl like tt already. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No yellow text 2day. I wanna read math!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-389108106307742125?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/389108106307742125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=389108106307742125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/389108106307742125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/389108106307742125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/crippling-realization.html' title='&quot;Crippling Realization&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-9220551110780399361</id><published>2007-02-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:45:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pride and Segregation"</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day tomorrow (oh i mean today XD )... its late at midnite n im still doing up valentine's day gifts... nvm girls juz wait till tmr u want a surprise i'll give it to u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel u very smart harh choose to come juz in time for valentine's day, i die die muz give present to u. U like freebies rite??? Greedy potato :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like writing stuff in my blog... im quite obsessed with the yellow text thingies, this one's abt the mee pok vendor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;    "As the school bell chimed for a final time in the semester, a sense of euphoria swept through the class like contagion, enveloping every student. The realization of absolute freedom from the mountain of examinations, annoying tests and assignments did not solely affect our class, but permeated easily through the solid cement walls of the classrooms as if they had never existed. Within minutes, ecstatic students were avidly discussing plans to celebrate at a Golden Village branch or in their own residence. Every student could be seen stretching his back and breathing in the sweet air of freedom, of liberation from the tumultuous suffering of the academic year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;An introvert by nature, I chose to avoid being a part of this hullabaloo and headed towards the Bishan MRT station alone. I was still light-headed from the fact that my school days were over that I practically skipped the way to my destination. Just then, my memory beseeched me to try out the famous fishball noodles from Changi Village that I had read about in the papers a couple of weeks ago. As a devoted fan of fishball noodles, I thought it was only fair that I treat myself to my favorite food to celebrate the emancipation from schoolwork.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When I arrived, I found to my surprise that the fishball noodles stall in Changi Village looked like just any other ones in Singapore from the outside. But I was immediately greeted with the acerbic aroma of vinegar merged with the tang of chili and steam. Without experiencing this wonderful concoction of smell, one would think that this was just an ordinary fishball noodles shop. Upon closer examination, you could see that its walls were adorned with awards and accolades from a variety of competitions and food reviews. The shop décor forced you to root your pupils towards its direction, away from the neighboring stalls overshadowed by its gargantuan reputation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, the chef’s appearance immediately belied his stall’s immense status. The soiled white T-shirt with chili stains, the week-old stub on his cleft chin and his thin, greying hair made him appear out of place amidst this plethora of sights and smells.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was like a bum told to work in a prominent, international gourmet company. Nevertheless, a glance at the long, meandering line of faithful customers quickly put away any concerns of his modest, unskillful appearance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Forty minutes of patience was finally rewarded with an opportunity to place my order.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Mushroom fishball noodles. Mee pok dry, extra noodles and vinegar please.” I requested cheerily, eager to silence my growling stomach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Chili?” the uncle asked, not taking his eyes away from the boiling water in the soup vat. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, please.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;With dexterity from years of experience, the man grabbed a large fistful of the mee pok noodles and thrust them into the boiling water, simultaneously scooping three fishballs and several slices of fleshy fishcake into a purple bowl. Gripping a white, ridged bowl in one hand, he allowed vinegar from a bottle to stream generously into it, then lumping in a spoonful of chili and lard oil. The contents of the purple bowl were then returned to the steaming vat of water. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The noodle uncle paused for a while to wipe the sweat on his forehead from the oppressive steam against his brownish-white sleeve, and proceeded to fish out the fishballs and fishcakes with his ladle into a white bowl. He reached for the handle of the wide-surface strainer. Then with each vigorous flick of his hand, he created a splash of boiling water that quickly disappeared back into the vat, leaving behind the tangy noodles free of the excess moisture. The steaming mee pok, together with its other ingredients, were then deposited into the white serving bowl, followed by delicious mushroom and dried onion toppings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The finest noodles in the whole of Singapore, the zenith of gastronomical pleasures, were then placed before me. I could almost taste the springy noodles with my hungry eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was then that the noodle uncle finally noticed me for the first time. I returned his gaze, observing his facial features. He handed me the fishball mee pok, his weathered face creasing into a warm smile. His eyes reflected his pride, almost a hint of arrogance, from serving others his unsurpassed noodles, yet these could not conceal the hardship and weariness he had to undergo his whole life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Three dollars”, the old man declared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Digging into my wallet for the crisp notes, I realized that in some way, I felt disconnected from the old, keen fellow in front of me. There was an intangible border between us, like an iron fence with barbed wire that segregated us into two different worlds. I was the hope of the nation, the leader of tomorrow, a budding talent amidst my school of scholars and future members of parliament. On the other hand, while he was esteemed to be the very best at his profession, he was two steps down the ladder below me. I was the buyer, and he the servant. The purpose of his existence was to provide me with the necessary resources that would enable me to rise up to the highest rung of this cruel ladder of status. He was almost forty years older than me, yet I looked down upon him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Boy, you from RI is it?” he suddenly asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Yes.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I have a son in RI also. His name is Cheah Shu Kit. Have you heard of him before? You look like you same age as my boy” He smiled again, revealing his yellowing teeth, obviously proud of his son’s achievements. Before he could ask further, he was quickly interrupted by the next customer raring to eat his noodles after a long wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was stunned by his words, more mortified by the thoughts of my superiority. Shu Kit was my classmate, a student who excelled in almost every academic subject, topping the class each year. We often spoke about how his family was so rich they would not mind spending any amount of money on his tuition, yet he did not dismiss these speculations. On the contrary, he often flaunted his wealth, lavishing his weekly allowances on fashionable accessories such as iPods and cell phone gadgets. Yet, here was his father standing in front of me, a coffee shop uncle&lt;span style=""&gt;, a labourer &lt;/span&gt;who could not have earned more than a meager salary!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Here was a man who devoted his livelihood to his son’s education and well-being. A man who invested all his efforts, blood and sweat, to offer his child an opportunity at success. A man who prayed every day to give his descendants a chance to procure a future with no worries. In this noble occurrence I saw a parent’s love for his child. I felt a deep sense of respect. I saw the old man in a different light, for there was now a halo above his wispy, grey hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;            In the end, I did not manage to savour the full taste of the fishball noodles. Sometimes, you just do not have the appetite to gobble down your food when you are simply too ashamed of yourself."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-9220551110780399361?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/9220551110780399361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=9220551110780399361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/9220551110780399361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/9220551110780399361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/pride-and-segregation.html' title='&quot;Pride and Segregation&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-1252757825522313936</id><published>2007-02-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:10:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Flying Without Wings"</title><content type='html'>" anyway. must run tmr to try to burn off some of my 'sins' acquired today" - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I think all tt PE n CCA stuff totally worked me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE: Run 3 rounds, sets for 45 mins, then frisbee (no offence, but I think its a game more suited for dogs than me)  for 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC: Run run run for 8 rounds around the school, each round being abt 500-600m long. Thank god i didnt die on the spot, surprisingly. A lot of ppl GGXX, like poor Jonyee, n zach can laugh at us cos his leg still broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the previous days of running 4-5 km or so helped quite a bit... didnt really feel much strain by the end of the runs. Haha tried cheering each time we got near the other ODAC girls, then we stop cheering everytime we overtook them and no more audience XD. After the run a lot of the guys juz stoned there n shagged up n i was like, cmon this is nothing. But then after tt we had sets of push-ups, planks etc etc tts when I started dying haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Gods the chem lecture test isnt today. But then Prakash juz told us our lit diagnostic test was the next day (!!!!!!!!!! forgot) and then we have an econs assignment due tmr. For chem we still have our Mr. Alfred Chan test, and by the looks of it I think im gonna screw up cos i still dont understand quite a bit of mols n stuff. Muz mug muz mug!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad, Mel is leaving us... (Mel if u r reading this para is for u). Tq for being a responsible CT rep for ur time wif us (erhem erhem i wonder wat the other one is doing), making the class so lively with ur 120 decibels loud voice tt i grow deaf when u r calling someone 50m away, n being so enthu too XD. Good luck with ur future endeavors!!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again today we had this other guy Jerome who met us (the jerome whom cinyang always comprains abt during sec 1). Haha he sort of pissed of Mel i think, according to kang wei. Lol some of the girls think hes very stuck up =P. Not bad hes still the undeniable toop scorer. I mean for O lvls haha. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(university interviewer): "So, what are your grades like in ur secondary school? I've heard tt u come frm a certain premier school in ur country."&lt;br /&gt;(Jerome): "I scored the highest during the most major exam of my year then."&lt;br /&gt;(university interviewer): "I see. Tt's an impressive record. Wat did u score for tt major exam?"&lt;br /&gt;(Jerome): "Ten points"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, anyway played cards wif the other Mark, Woony and Zei. First round, Zei bid 4 diamonds, and called Woony his partner. Then we all tot wow they own liao both Woony n Zei bid diamonds. In the end they like, win 4 sets. Cos Zei had 2 diamonds in his hand. Then i have like, 4... HAHAHA noob zei bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-1252757825522313936?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/1252757825522313936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=1252757825522313936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1252757825522313936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/1252757825522313936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/flying-without-wings.html' title='&quot;Flying Without Wings&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-147510689217137311</id><published>2007-02-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:35:21.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sins from the Gastronomical World"</title><content type='html'>Just ate buffet at Grand Copthorne with my realtives today cos its my grandma's 85th bday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it totally negated all the runs that i did this week cos i ate like 10 dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its almost like each time i see food i cant really control myself... on weds I had 3 separate free periods btwn breaks so it was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Maths Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;2) Break 1 - I wanted something light cos I wanted to eat something else later, so I ordered a thosai&lt;br /&gt;3) GP Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;4) Break 2 - I felt neither hungry nor full, and wanted to spend break doing something, so I ordered a thosai&lt;br /&gt;5) Tad's Comedy Show&lt;br /&gt;6) Break 3 - Lunch. Bcos of the 2 thosais in the morn im not hungry, yet I wanted to have something cos its lunch anyway, so I ordered a thosai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. must run tmr to try to burn off some of my 'sins' acquired today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a brush with the devil himself by eating chocolate fondeau today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-147510689217137311?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/147510689217137311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=147510689217137311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/147510689217137311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/147510689217137311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/sins-from-gastronomical-world.html' title='&quot;Sins from the Gastronomical World&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-6908776691533248156</id><published>2007-02-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:30:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Losing Ground"</title><content type='html'>Ran 4km today in the same amount of time it took me for 5km 2 days ago. Stamina dropping? Maybe cos of 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I ate 2 sausage  mcmuffins, a hashbrown, had ice milo and shared potato wedges today&lt;br /&gt;2) My legs still feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst fears have been confirmed - we R having 2 chem tests on Mon and Tues. GGGAAAHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT STUDY STUDY STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why m i still bloggin lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, rachel, kang wei n jerome havent started mugging. Not a lot of comfort for me cos even when i mug like cr4zy jerome still ownz my arse without so much as lifting a finger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kang wei ownz my hands with his crazy biceps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm i own both of them in running. and also the fact tt i can do stuff no one else in my sch can do with their faces and fingers. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried playin the peeano too 2day, after like, 6 years of stagnancy. Grade 5 when i was in P4 wootz!!! I prob. tower way above any1 then, but now i cower with inferiority cos ppl like Gabby Quek who was grade 2 in pri 4 is now diploma and starring in concerts of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima lazy bum... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Dragging my soul atop the zenith of the mountain, my body screaming with fatigue, I gazed upon the furthermost star. The darkness in the blackening night seemed to grow stronger as the stars glimmered weakly, outshadowed by the enormity of the universe. I sat on a rock blanketed with an inch of frost, and began to wonder why I exist in such a world. When and where did the universe began? Why did the Big Bang start? Curiosity sparkled in my young, inexperienced mind as I pondered over how the Earth, the Sun and the Stars were all part of a nothingness billions of years ago. It was then that I felt that we consider ourselves to be so high above everything, yet our existence is but a day-old shoot besides the towering redwoods  of history and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this lonely peak, not the howls of the worlves nor the cries of an eagle could be heard. Yet, amidst the barren wasteland of frost, I espied a stretch of lichen growing on a boulder several feet away. It  was no more than 5 inches long, and was struggling to lick up nutrients from a malnourished bed. But such organisms can still defy the odds Nature has presented to them, because of the mutualism they share - a perfect marriage between their strengths and weaknesses. Such phenomenons of nature occur even when they lack a soul and a purpose, while we are born with the gifts of emotions, intellect and sociality, yet can never achieve such a bond between us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6908776691533248156?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6908776691533248156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6908776691533248156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6908776691533248156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6908776691533248156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/losing-ground.html' title='&quot;Losing Ground&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-7819372391969654634</id><published>2007-02-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:19:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Shrouded Mind"</title><content type='html'>There r two chem tests coming up next wk, n a math test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math should be ok, doctor yeo can tell me wat i nid to know abt functions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as for chem im like, stuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i mugged for chem for 3 hours n im still stuck at certain types of qns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like my mind is shrouded by a thick haze, disallowing any new information from entering my frazzled brain cells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7819372391969654634?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7819372391969654634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7819372391969654634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7819372391969654634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7819372391969654634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/shrouded-mind.html' title='&quot;A Shrouded Mind&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-7502735621141694406</id><published>2007-02-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:07:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Struggling between the Open Sea and the Dockyard"</title><content type='html'>Ate at Hong Kong cafe today. Their baked rice rox! tho i took the curry rice this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, chatted on msn for 2 hours. Then my mum came in n screwed me for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tt I only have 2 years of education left to prove my mettle before i enter university. I have this great desire to join my sister in USA n study there yet I know I m CMI unless i give my all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I have my math and chem test. Yet I still feel trapped in this Orientation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like im de guo qie guo-ing my JC life since the start of the year. I haven't done much tho i want to. Everytime i bring my file out i'll stare at my notes for 30 mins n then my mind turns off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to venture out of my below average range n RI to be a better student in RJC. But i feel hopelessly lost in my desires of having fun with friends and playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time i have a free period, i reach out for my homework, but leave it lying on the table. Each time i see jeanette, i'll forget abt hmwk n play bridge or tai ti. Each time i see someone opening a chat window, i cant help but to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3.6 for chem, but i barely passed for my final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2.0 for math, but i cant bring myself to practise functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OG mate got 8 A1s. My classmate got 7A1s. Im from RI GEP, and they r frm other schs,  yet i pale in comparison to their hardworking attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls help me eliminate the playful me n help me build up my desire to work like i did during primary sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls help me change my happy-go-lucky attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls pls pls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-7502735621141694406?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/7502735621141694406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=7502735621141694406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7502735621141694406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/7502735621141694406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/struggling-between-open-sea-and.html' title='&quot;Struggling between the Open Sea and the Dockyard&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-6528919723075701679</id><published>2007-02-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:23:40.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Carpe Diem"</title><content type='html'>Carpe Diem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will survive; we will live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is D-Day for all of us. I know tt being in the IP means I don't need to take O's but tt doesnt mean i m happy happy! Still got stupid chinese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were given out our Chinese scores. Went to hang out wif my RI bruddas&lt;br /&gt;for one last time before our doom was laid out before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict on the food: Country Baked Pasta sux like sheeettt... from Pastamania. Wasted my $8.20. Might as well have gotten a chicken carbonara linguine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for a while and then we were comparing manliness by finger wrestling... it kinda made me forget tt i had to collect my chinese results ltr. Okay I shall be very drama mama abt the next part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; "As we dragged our feet across the dreaded hallway, there was an air of stillness around us, yet the atmosphere was one of great anticipation and fear. Faceless figures surrounded me - the figures of my friends and teachers, yet I was unable to comprehend the looks of their faces, for I was fathoms deep in my world of anxiety. Each time I raised my trembling head, I was blinded by the stark, cruel light of the newly-constructed hall. The brightness of the ceiling lights appeared to me like angels of death, glaring at me, goring my dilated eyes with powerful spears of light. Even as I tried to shield my eyes from these terrifying apparitions by staring at the cold, hard floor, the design of the wooden planks turned into cackling, horrible faces learing at my diminished expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Even as I tried to turn away from all of the images before me, one of the faceless voids turn its head to stare directly into our eyes. We were commanded against will to stand in a line. As we shuffled our feet into formation, it felt to me almost as if we were lining up in front of the gates of hell. Feet by feet, the faceless figures in front of me turned and left the line. In an impossibly short time, it was my turn to hear my sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; I felt enveloped by convulsions of absolute, uninterrupted fear. My senses seem to be blurred, yet everything around me suddenly felt very sharp and outlined. I heard the announcement of my doom tearing across my fragile eardrums, striking me like a godly lightning bolt from the greatest apogee of Heaven and the deepest delves of Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;        'B3'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; Almost instantaneuosly I felt my two feet return to Terra Firma, phased out from the portal of doom. The polished wooden floor sparkled before me as tears welled before my eyes. The vigour of my arms began to return, and I felt rejuvenated by the warmth of the Earth. The inexhaustible strength of life was slowly, indubitably, falling back into place. It was a satisfactory grade, a good one in fact, judging from my abysmal performance of C5 last year. I was temporarily safe from the evil grasp of major examinations... for now. Yet I could not help but feel a twinge of regret that if I studied harder, if I had just scored a couple or so more marks higher, I could have gotten an A-band grade. I sighed both with sadness yet relief to myself. 10 years of studying for my worst subject in primary school was finally over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay lah, the above description is definitely not so drama in life. This is wat we call a 'Hyperbole'. Go there, collect results, zao back. Nothing much. But I juz wanted to write something descriptive for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of happy n sad faces in my school. There were people like jumping and screaming like they have been electrified by the most intense pleasure in this earth. And yet there were the sad faces - those who got C6, D7 or below. I would be lying if I said that this was a dry-eye occasion for all of us. For those who did unsatisfactorily, jia you! We will be behind u always, juz rmb to work hard n give ur bestest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing to do rite? Sian... no one wanted to go lanning or watch movie or something like tt. But then got cards so settled. GC dunno how to play bridge, so I had to let myself see his hand to help him. Then i found out i was his partner haha. But before our first game could really end, some damn teacher came and ran us down for playing in RI. Oh pls la, who hasnt played cards in sch during my RI days? There was this group of 4P students playing bridge 3 secs b4 the teacher came. Yet, somehow, mysteriously, their cards disappeared from the face of the table as the teacher marched her way in front of us. A professional magic trick, I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all tt I can do now is to sit down n pray tt no one frm my class is leaving. If they r it would be really quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Boo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i talk abt my OG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just tt we are the funnest ppl ever lah. I cant find a day during orientation tt we r not out of school doing fun stuff together. 1st day we ate dinner together till like 8pm. 2nd day we munched the lousy n outrageously priced Yoshinoya food n sat down there talking cok until 11pm. Third  day we all hang out and watched Death Note 2 at Cineleisure, n I returned home at 3am the next morning. 4th day (Saturday) we all had lunch at Vivo, then played cards at our OG mate's house. 5th day we went orchard shopping. Last day of orientation (damn) we had supper till like 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super on rite? Not to mention we r prob. the only OG in BB who DIDN'T LOSE A SINGLE STATION GAME. Talk abt absolute pro-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N our OG shows no signed of dying down anytime soon, unlike the majority which is dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our OGLs r also the funnest ppl on earth. And our bday present for a certain scandalous guy in our OG is super super cool. 3 hints:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) U have to blow it up&lt;br /&gt;2) Its human-sized&lt;br /&gt;3) There r 3 holes in it for u to stick part of urself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WASNT MY IDEA!!! IT WASNT MY IDEA!!! IT WASNT MY IDEA!!! LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shirking&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la I just wanted to get a normal hot pink shirt okayz???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now abt my class. Super super cool class too, tho a bit imba. Our B:G ratio is 1:4.66666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the guy with the biggest biceps in the whole sch in our class, as well as the girl with the biggest mouth. One is a dinosaur, the other is a potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u guess who I am??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn sad. I have the lowest NAPFA grade in class. Even when it is a 27 points Gold, with A A A B B B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy cant take NAPFA cos of some arm problem. The other can probably do the same number of one-arm pullups as I can do with 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGXX Lolz OMGWTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my core CCA (major hint) the guys r also cool too. N theres this madness J2 girl whose name starts with G who like, self-hypers herself. Imbaness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mortal in this CCA has the initials LC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my other CCA which isnt a CCA yet (major hint)  the CCA itself is cool. N those J2 frm my CCA in talentime - absolute, undeniably WOW. OMFG. Muz train myself to be like them n do the same thing next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 Lit teachers. They r seriously very 1337. One keeps giving us sex poems. The other has talks and acts like some Adam Sandler or Ben Stiller frm a comedy. The best thing is tt he doesnt even know we like, gaffaw ourselves head over heels bcos of wat he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "HEY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Us: "Hey..."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "HoW aRe YoU DoInG?"&lt;br /&gt;Us: "Fine..."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "...well... GoOd!!!! ExCeLlEnT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson, he was talking abt how we should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speak more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intelligibly&lt;/span&gt;, "...like marble or wood..."?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does any1 know who I am yet? I think i've already made it pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carpe Diem". Hope you all will survive the 'O's, class ppl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muz add oil n kambate kk? Jiayouz&lt;/shirking&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-6528919723075701679?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/6528919723075701679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=6528919723075701679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6528919723075701679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/6528919723075701679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/carpe-diem.html' title='&quot;Carpe Diem&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3167487521898205372.post-202502225552308238</id><published>2007-02-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:06:15.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is not my first time blogging, though its my first post since ages ago (a.k.a. since sec 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quitted blogging for such a prolonged period of time cos I was afraid I would sound diabolically stupid, innocent and ignorant then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel the need to start blogging again. Not to make myself known to everyone, but to write down whatever I feel at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my resolutions for 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to be known as a friendly guy in JC.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna make many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;-I must attempt to discipline myself in my studies&lt;br /&gt;-I must learn how to juggle time well&lt;br /&gt;-I want to pass my promos convincingly&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I can keep my OG together, even though we will all be in diff. classes&lt;br /&gt;-I must learn how to street dance as well as my seniors&lt;br /&gt;-I want to enjoy this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm an IP student. But this doesnt make me completely unafraid of the O level results tmr. Cos I take Higher Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i used correction tape which isnt allowed... &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167487521898205372-202502225552308238?l=frostabsolution.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/feeds/202502225552308238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167487521898205372&amp;postID=202502225552308238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/202502225552308238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167487521898205372/posts/default/202502225552308238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostabsolution.blogspot.com/2007/02/times-winged-chariot-hurrying-near.html' title='&quot;Time&apos;s Winged Chariot Hurrying Near...&quot;'/><author><name>-Heart of Frost-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428510468670919215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
