<?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-1685438198832475504</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:57:55.456-08:00</updated><category term='azure ray'/><category term='live'/><category term='my chemical romance'/><category term='MCR'/><category term='precise'/><category term='invent'/><category term='dragonfable'/><category term='art'/><category term='greatest'/><category term='museum'/><category term='robert'/><category term='coincidence'/><category term='wilson'/><category term='portraits'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='boring'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='single player'/><category term='rpg'/><category term='motivated'/><category term='barely'/><category term='concert'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='voom'/><category term='Hel'/><category term='answer'/><title type='text'>CHEW.SC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-55848162877483419</id><published>2011-10-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T03:03:59.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ex grandslam</title><content type='html'>just came back yesterday from ex grandslam, a five day four night field camp that, as its codename suggests, is one where the cadets will be slammed, grandly no less. the whole exercise was modeled after battalion-level exercise, and that could be a hint that we are probably going to be posted to unit... how depressing. here's the day-by-day recap of this really harsh, sleepless 5 day torturefest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;day one &amp;amp; two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;arrived at our so-called conc area, in friendly forces area, where we had to harbour and dig a shellscrape for two days. the first night i barely had enough sleep.the first area i was given to dig was unfortunately bare and was a total virgin site. That meant no shellscrape was ever dug there, and the ground was so hard and impossible to dig that halfway through, when my encik came and tried digging, he himself cannot get a handful of soil out. so he gave me a new location, after my 3 hours of futile digging. displeased, yes, but at least i got an easier site to dig. so i started digging, for 2 days and 1 night. at night we were allowed to sleep (yay) before we moved out at 2am for the next 'mission'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;day three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we moved out to my foundation term UO area at neo tiew, marching 5km to the area. this was really tiring because a) i had to carry a medic stretcher, along with hard plates, wearing soft plates and so much water and b) i was marching at a time when i was suppose to be asleep. the only time when i had to moved at 2am singapore time was when i went to europe. so tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to run around, not knowing what to do when people called 'medic! medic!' because I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA what to do! they just shove me this role and expect me to know? so i had to act like i was doing something lol. bad experience, felt so lost and confused and i kept asking my instructor what i'm supposed to do. they probably didn't know either, so i was left running around, up and down, pretending to do first aid and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this, we moved out at around 11am to yishun? we were made to wait in this area infested with giant red ants and centipedes. i had to move around to make sure not too many ants climb and build some nest inside my pockets lol. feels really yicky. we boarded the chinook for the very short 15 mins ride where i can take a small peek outside. we flew above the waters (for safety reason) along the straits of malacca (i think) cos we can see malaysia. after we boarded we had to go to our new area, with me, carrying a matador, feeling so tired and shagged. went to our area, and it was already evening time and the sky was darkening as every minute passed. we were given our position (thank goodness i got a relatively open area with clean soil clear of debris! i'm so grateful for that really wonderful spot!!) to dig our 2nd shell scrape and A BLOODY FIRE TRENCH. dug my shell scrape until 2 plus? after that i slept and did not bother to do the firetrench. resting my mentally-exhausted mind and physically-fatigued body, even for that short, stingy period was pertinent that i survive the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day four and five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the lack of proper sleep has made me unable to differentiate when anything happened. so i lumped day four and five together. i can only remember digging late at night, dozing off, waking up and started to dig again until it's morning. on one night we were scolded by our pc for our lackluster firetrench, and he was questioning us why we are not digging but sleeping. then we got a 'turnout'. i didn't even know it was a turnout until my friend mentioned that there was a turnout at 1am and i was like "there was a turnout?". he told me what happened just now was a turnout and  i'm like 'oh. it was?!" i was probably half-asleep all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the day we went out for section battle course where we basically walk one round and then got attacked and we had to attack back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm totally losing interest in finishing this post i'm going to sum everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically after digging the trench we had to do defence when the other platoon attacks us. and then in the end we had to redo everything because we did not do it satisfactorily. so after redoing, they made us bring everything up the slope to the designated HQ site, and everything out JUST TO CHECK FOR EQUIPMENT!! totally playing with our mind. after that they made us keep everything inside and we  had to cover up the holes we dug and it took a little less than 2 hours. after that we gathered, helped keep all the digging tools, do all the standard stuff before waiting for perhaps 2 hours to wait for the bus! they rushed us so much just so we can wait for 2 hours? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i hope never to do this again. great experience, too bad i never want to experience this ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-55848162877483419?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/55848162877483419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/10/ex-grandslam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/55848162877483419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/55848162877483419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/10/ex-grandslam.html' title='ex grandslam'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-9032772777182845723</id><published>2011-09-17T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T04:05:41.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical human behaviour</title><content type='html'>I'm probably going to be in infantry for the rest of my life, until I ROD that is. More chiong sua coming up undoubtedly. I don't know whether I should be happy I didn't get into recce - which is way more challenging than being in infantry - and got into ASLC instead. Because I don't feel relieved at all. I'm complaining why I didn't get into other vocations but got into ASLC instead. Typical behaviour that modern humans exhibit, always wanting something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a chance to OOC from ASLC, given that my shins are hurting rather badly now, especially after the 7km run. But then again a dilemma crops up: should I carry on or OOC? I want to become a 3SG one way or another, but I'm afraid I will not get promoted after I OOC and become a corporal. The thought that I can possibly OOC anytime I want has, rather remarkably, made me want to press on for the remaining few weeks. The idea that I can quit anytime imbued in me this new-found motivation. Why? I reckon that this thought just makes the whole 12.5 weeks seem less daunting to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? What a confusing situation though, complicated by many other factors and inputs. Of course I understand that my legs are really important for the rest of my life, duh. and I certainly do not want to get rheumatism when I grow old. But then again an OOC (a noun here) is not well received by the other cadets. They think they malinger, chaokeng, complain about them. It's really these things that is the number one priority SAF should correct so that it's trainings are safe. You see how people don't dare to report sick or fall out in BMT because they are threatened that they will 'fail', being seen as malingering et al. There's a particular cynicism displayed by peers and even superiors when someone reports sick. It's these peer and superior pressure that compromises training safety. These are the real problems and these problems seem to be severely underestimated by the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the post, here is a classic video. OMG SHE IS SO FUNNY. I think she can sing well if she learn to sing the basics right first lol. She keeps trying to do all those vibrato high note low note shizzle AND IT'S SO FUNNY!! OMGOMGMOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dvSA-ahP520?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-9032772777182845723?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9032772777182845723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/09/typical-human-behaviour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/9032772777182845723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/9032772777182845723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/09/typical-human-behaviour.html' title='typical human behaviour'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dvSA-ahP520/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8789200588982781698</id><published>2011-09-03T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:46:00.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been 2 months,</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 months, yet time flies. The seemingly long eight-week Basic Section Leaders Course (BSLC) passed in a blink of an eye. Perhaps it was the two extra-long weekends, or the book-outs on Friday, but one thing is for sure: I felt it was short compared to the 9-week BMT, too short, even. That's not to say the government should revise the time allocation, of course. It seems time jumps leap and bound when I'm not aware of it, and suddenly I'm graduating from the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole BSLC period was kind of a blur. Most of the time I probably wasn't even looking; I was just seeing things without registering any thoughts in my brain. My most memorable experience was probably UO. It was a lot of fun clearing all the rooms! The field camp was alright, less shag than BMT probably because it was a mere 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I cherished most was the independence we had. We were bestowed the power to run some things ourselves, to complete activities on our own, and I was glad for it. It was a lot more fun when we had to navigate around the area on our own without supervision. Our metaphorical leash was loosened up a little. It made things a bit more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shitty thing is that I'll be posted to ASLC for my pro-term. Seems like karma isn't really working around here is it? Or maybe it is, lol, for I was a tad of a bitch (just a wee little) when I'm really pissed during outfield. Whatever. I'll just have to take things in my stride and hope I will end up as a faculty or BMT instructor. Just not guards or infantry unit please, and unlike Band Perry, I would not like to die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faculty instructor during BSLC made ASLC sounds like fun. We have some laser tag games, clear buildings during UO and stuff. But I'm not exactly looking forward to all outfields. I HATE OUTFIELDS, yet somehow I got posted to this annoying course. So many outfields: live firing, field camps, UO (it's okay if we get to sleep in buildings though hehe), and worse of all route march!! AND RIVER CROSSING WTF I WILL GET MY SHOES ALL WET AGAIN. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these 12.5 weeks will pass as fast for me as it had for my 8-week BSLC course. I'm in a section where I don't know anyone, and staying in a small bunk with 5 other people that, while the feeling is cosy, I don't exactly know nor like (for now, anyway). damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I  HEARD DELTA IS BLOODY INEFFICIENT. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8789200588982781698?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8789200588982781698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-has-been-2-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8789200588982781698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8789200588982781698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-has-been-2-months.html' title='It has been 2 months,'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7891666967630344304</id><published>2011-07-04T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:24:14.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POP pop POP</title><content type='html'>Yay my POP is finally over! The excruciating 24km march from Changi to Marina Bay, overnight, might I add, was definitely exhausting. I found myself sleeping while marching along, since we were not encouraged to sing. Bleargh. Singing is the best way to keep my spirits up. I can feel myself dozing off and dreaming, before I'm on the verge of tripping when I woke up and I realised I'm out of the line. This happened repeatedly for more than 10 times. When I started eating sweets my energy started shooting up like fireworks! Halfway through, though, I got really annoyed with one guy in front, despite him feeling unwell, because he kept slowing down then catching up, and I had to keep changing my pace as a result. I was really that tired that I did not have the energy to remain positive. I kept asking the person in front to 'compact pls'. When you're as shag as I am, one can really becomes less sympathetic to others, I realised now. Especially with all the paraphernalia shit I'm carrying in my backpack, other people's concerns were simply not my priority then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards our destination, Singapore icons start to appear along the rising skyline. I barely spotted MBS through a forage of leaves and branches before I spotted the bright lights of the Flyer. I read/heard somewhere that the purpose of marching to the city is for the recruits (read: me) to see, as a soldier, what I am protecting, and all the people along the way that I'm serving national service for - 8-year old angmoh girls cheering the soldiers telling us 'we can do it!' while we lunge continuously forward like some bloody dead zombie from L4D.  It's these sweet moments that make you feel happy, at least for that miserable few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last we finally started to reach the opposite side of MBS.. The only thing that stands between us and our destination is the ungodly Benjamin Shears Bridge. You know, only the tallest (20m) and longest (1.8km) bridge in Singapore? So we had to climb like 4 or 5 stories worth of stairs up the bridge (and the distance is not even included in the 24km march). Thankfully, the stairs are lower in height than how they would be normally, plus they also gave us a break before we started to ascend the stairs. Along the way up, there were motivation quotes like "You can do it!!!" and "Your friends have done it, so can you!" and "Just a few more steps to go!!". In the end, despite the initial fear, it wasn't all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;bad. Except for the nasty abrasion no thanks to sand particles caught between my pants, it was basically like climbing in my full battle order back to bunk - which I did countless times, after SITEST, the route marches, field camp, plus impromptu backpack checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of abrasion, WHY IN THE NAME OF GAGA DO I NOT EXPERIENCE ANY BLEDDY ABRASION IN MY THIGHS FOR THE PAST 5 ROUTE MARCHES, YET FOR THE LAST ROUTE MARCH FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON I ACTUALLY GOT BRUISED UP SO BADLY? BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my linear plot structure, after ascending the bridge and crossing the Singapore river, the highway became endlessly winding. We were made to walk a complete round further away from our destination, before crossing a traffic light and finally reaching the F1 pitstop - our pitstop for a 45 minutes breakfast-costume change-rest time. I slept lying down on my fieldpack looking up at the night sky and the stars, occasionally cocooned by the red clouds floating like candy floss across the darkness. The night was eerily quiet, free of the noise excessive traffics make during normal waking hours. After the break, we were told to move. a few hundred meters, probably, below the seats at Marina Bay Platform. Yay! But I would rather lay in that position for the whole day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that when they began climbing up the stairs to get to her seats at the Platform, they got to peek downwards at us beyond the staircase' railings. She commented on how the whole place had such a foul stench. You can't really blame us - we just had a 24km march and lacked the luxury of bathing, after all. Plus, the field pack and ILBV were soaked in sweat so after wearing it, essentially it was back to square one. It made changing into a new uniform an utterly futile effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone lined up in their contingent level and I sat down and slept for a good generous 20 minutes. By the time we stood up, we were preparing ourselves mentally for our final parade as 'maggots of the earth' - an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;affectionate&lt;/span&gt; term for us recruits. When the emcee begun speaking, one can hear the  flutter of some recruits cheering away. While the emcee spoke "...They had just gone through the grueling 24 km route march..." the guy beside me in the contingent remarked to me, saying how terming the  march as 'grueling' was a severe understatement.  I agree. I thought it would be rather like calling Hitler a murderer. Very much an overt understatement. Usually at the end of route marches I'm high and very happy, but this time, because of the severe lack of sleep, I'm still happy but not really feeling that high. I felt like just siting down and not letting my thighs touch the pants due to the damn abrasions. These abrasions are seriously just uncalled for! I should have just plastered my whole thigh just in case, but what the hell, I didn't really think I would experience abrasions. My thighs don't even touch so what in the world!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long post about my route march. I kept feeling like the parade march was not as good as I wanted it to be though. We did not wheel properly around the pivot cos the line of soldiers 'bent' too fast so the whole thing did not look that impressive. I wished we had more rehearsals to learn how to wheel because we did not learn how to do it AT ALL! Maybe next time when I find out my new posting I get to march more impressively lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also amazing the things I see and learn during my short BMT phase. People passing out in front of you because of the scorching sun and how he was raised up to rest on my legs? Priceless. I'm not a tree stump you know? Also, I learned to see things from a much different perspective. Understanding things that I dreaded really made it much more tolerable. It made me reexamine my previous criticisms and opinions. Or maybe I've just been brainwashed, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing before POP was that when we get to have snacks, we get things like Pop-corn or some treats named POP. All POP  for our Passing Out Parade LOL. I'm pretty sure it's an intentional joke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7891666967630344304?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7891666967630344304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/07/pop-pop-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7891666967630344304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7891666967630344304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/07/pop-pop-pop.html' title='POP pop POP'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2982075519941782455</id><published>2011-06-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:48:04.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in BMT</title><content type='html'>There is always this shitty feeling I get when booking in back to 'resort' island. Prima facie, the whole place looks like some Maldives resort (sans the clear, blue sea), with a swimming pool, pool deck and running tracks situated just beside the coast. Sea breeze permeates the whole area, and my sight is mostly filled with the blue skies. It's the same sight as when I'm in Paris, as the buildings in my area are all less than 5 levels tall. This allows the whole sky to open up above me. At night, when I'm in the forest trail or something, I can see so many stars. It's really beautiful and it's something I don't get to see back on Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really depressing feeling is triggered by the things we do inside. Usually the activities which I remember are just the real nasty ones - so the feeling evoked is equally bad. But once I book back in, it seems that I adapt quite fast and the feeling just fades away. The homesickness is usually triggered during stressful periods - the start of every day, for instance, brings this dread of things to come. But at night I become happier, walking with lighter steps because I know, thankfully, that I'd survived the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect,&lt;s&gt; NS&lt;/s&gt; BMT was not as tough as I imagined it to be. I had this crazy imagination, that is equal part awesome and unfortunate. I held this thought that the whole NS will be a torture: Punishments every day; living by strict, inflexible rules and regulations where the slightest lax will bring forth and unleash... the punishment; no welfare. Well, except maybe the last part. I realised that, while Viper coy is not exactly first up there on top in terms of 'xiongness', we do not enjoy much welfare. Except that we are all given seven hours of sleep every night without any turnout. I guess either 1) we're really good at doing things stealthily; or more likely 2) the OC wants us to get enough rest so that we can perform better during the day, without dozing off halfway through demonstrations whatnot. At least that's what he said to us when he gave us more than 9 hours of rest the day before SITEST. But on second thought, perhaps he really just wanted us to all go command school. The welfare is probably just a peripheral benefit derived from his own personal wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic, my very vivid imagination has prepared me mentally for the nine-week long ride ahead. Somehow field camp was not as tiring as I thought it should have been. A lot of times we were just high-kneeling or sitting there, waiting for the next activity. I presume the sheer size of the company makes it time-consuming for the superiors to coordinate everything.  I dug my shell-scrape rather quickly due to my strategically choosing a location with an already-preexisting shell-scrape. However, the soil has to somehow be wet. Hence it's freaking mud I'm 'digging' if you even call taking mud out 'digging'. It's like molding some clay crap. From my experience I've found this easier way to take out the excess soil: I will sit down along the edge and just toss the soil over my shoulder. It makes things so much easier! Yay you're welcome for this fabulous tip. There was so much time given to us for the digging (around 3/4 of the day) that I can just sit down and chat, have high-tea session eating and sharing biscuits from our accessories pack. I even managed to help one of my bunk mates dig his shell-scrape lol. That's how much spare time we actually have during field camp. In field camp you wait for an extended period of time not experienced back in coy line, but when you have to set off to learn some demonstration thinggy, they will rush you, ask you to double up and run there. They should just let us walk there early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite moments was when I finish running. The endorphins released make me happy! I just feel satisfied, optimistic and sunshine! It also happens after I finish route-marching and field camp. It's just such a positive feeling, which is probably why I like running now. The depressing thing is having to do these workouts after Ability Group Run (AGR) and Speed Training. I had to do these lunges, squats, crunches and pushups (which is the worse, EVER).  Doing push-ups is just pure, concentrated torture. It just doesn't feel good I don't like doing it! Thank goodness, for some reason unfathomable to me or any other people I know, that my Officer commanding decide to ban using push-ups as punishment. Yay. (Of course this rule applies only when OC is there lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to record what I do every day and to make it a point to blog it frequently, so that future enlistees can google it and find out exactly what they will be doing and keep their expectations in check. I desperately wanted to know what goes on in that isolated island and how the whole place will be like before I enlisted. I wondered why everything inside seems to be so mysterious and not-spoken of online. But now that I'm enlisted, I find myself totally too lazy and tired and unmotivated to do this shit. Every moment I book out is precious, free civilian life that cannot be wasted on frivolous things like recalling whatever scheiBe happened last week. I'm just glad it's over and I'll be equally glad to dismember that strand of memory from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oonce I book in today, it will be my last week (and from the looks of things, one of the more easier week). The best thing about POP will be the worse too. Meeting great new people that I've treasured over the nine weeks. Living with other people 24/7 you really learn to tolerate your differences and become less nitty-picky over little details. On the flip side I also learned that some people may not become the most compatible friend for me, because I've become totally intolerant of some people's behaviour. But I keep quiet anyway LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the one week break, it will be crap all over again. I hope I meet good people like my section mates, if not life will be miserable. If you ask me to do this over again, I would give you a hell to the no. Though I still relish the experience of not showering and sleeping, running, sweating and rolling in the mud in the same attire for those five, disgusting, unhygenic days, I do not enjoy reliving it ever again. I might get into SCS, where I will probably experience this again but until then I shall try to keep my personal hygiene standards as high as pre-NS level. Though it will be really difficult. Especially since my nose has seemingly become slightly immune to bad odours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is just the very beginning of my two-year long journey as an underpaid NSman. Good luck to me in my future vocation after BMT! I hope I get MP. Yes this is me Expressing Interest please accept me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2982075519941782455?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2982075519941782455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-in-ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2982075519941782455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2982075519941782455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-in-ns.html' title='Life in BMT'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1408670101380388344</id><published>2011-04-26T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:19:04.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to GAGA</title><content type='html'>Dear Lady Gaga,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have read the most unfortunate news that you'll be releasing your video on the 5th of May during an episode of American Idol. The 5th of May happens to be the very day when I will be enlisting to serve my very nation. It's not very judicious of you to miss out on such a grave detail of my leaving! For an unbearable, moribund fortnight I deeply regret for my being unable to witness the very spectacle that is your music video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;TL;DR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;LADY GAGA, Y U NO RELEASE MUSIC VIDEO EARLIER??!!!?!? U BITCH :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1408670101380388344?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1408670101380388344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-to-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1408670101380388344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1408670101380388344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-to-gaga.html' title='Letter to GAGA'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1132250507744598910</id><published>2011-04-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T06:24:12.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEARGH</title><content type='html'>I find postmodernist thoughts and beliefs surprisingly aligned with my own. I dislike - disdain, actually - crappy asshats who continuously perpetuate their own ignorance and who look at the world through their own massively-biased Manichean lenses. Also, whom are selfishly apathetic to other people's beliefs and circumstances other than their own. At the same time, might I add, for them to act as if they are morally superior and righteous. Sounds like too much stuff for one person to do it all? Apparently not! - as their narrow-mindedness paired with their innate ability to constantly boast their own ignorance have proved otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They often engage in perpetuating reductive and constructive notions of stereotypes and expect everyone to fit into these social constructions. Really? These people's personal philosophies are almost as lame as their inept and archaic way of thinking. As our modern society progresses forward by leaps and bounds, ironically, these people's way of thinking seems to have somehow regressed millenniums backwards. They are probably the same kind of people who happily purports individualism to be ''social deviance' as they deem fit.  Yaright. By their same logic I would say, that they are crappy bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I certainly am not of the opinion that they are 'wrong' because absolute truths does not exist. What I'm trying to express is that they should try to look at things in a different light. Why does A have to be B because, however ridiculous, C dictates that, and D, E, F and G agrees with C? Relationships in modern society today are built on weak foundations. It is about none other than a group of people disliking the same people and getting stuck in their own version of 'truths'. People should  be awakened to witness how irrational hate always is. I would probably go as far to say that hate is something that is socially-constructed, maintained and perpetuated by peer pressure and herd mentality. Everywhere I look I seem to find such behaviours and it's really annoying when people defiantly ignore life's subtleties and choose to subscribe to a more simplistic, albeit sometimes downright silly, conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k rant overzxz. don't really feel like doing a 'conclusion' whatnot lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1132250507744598910?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1132250507744598910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-hate-system-hate-players.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1132250507744598910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1132250507744598910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-hate-system-hate-players.html' title='BLEARGH'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2287612468342632753</id><published>2011-03-17T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:53:22.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lazy</title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy to start painting my UOB painting. Ugh it's so lame I can't even know whether I can finish  it in time before I enlist into &lt;i&gt;hellhole&lt;/i&gt;. But that aside, I had just submitted my postcard designs for Singapore Maritime Week 2011. Have you heard of it before? Neither have I. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw their ad and I thought, "Since I'm lazing around reading books and doing non-labour jobs sporadically, I might as well join the competition!" Yay me and my soliloquy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then in the very last minute - actually 3 hours before the submissions closing time - they decided to email back and inform me that I have to send a minimum set of 3 postcards. I misread it somehow into 'a set of minimum of 3 postcards' so I did, like, 5 and sent it in. They replied saying I needed one more. I panicked a little, but no fret! I would tell myself (LOL) for I can just magically create a postcard out of nowhere in 2 hours time. AND I DID. It's not a bad design but way better revised and coherent and postcard-friendly than the previous designs in my head that were along similar portrayal themes thinggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to conceptualise my UOB paintings, and somehow everything I'm writing in my essays (for USP, anyway) seems to revolve around the same topic as my painting themes. Geez it's like my brain follows trends and stuff then dump it after I squeezed all the living essence out of these inspirations. Then they die and I never would enjoy revisiting such ideas. Maybe that's why I dislike econs because I have to reread the same things again and again and because I totally neglect to practice I decided to waste money sitting for it during A'levels. I'm so lazy cos I never wrote an extra essay for econs without the teacher asking. Of which she &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; ask! &lt;s&gt;Sounds like a good deal? &lt;i&gt;NOT IF YOU GOT A FREAKING 'C' FOR ECONS OMGWTF??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Unlike my econs, for my GP and Art I wrote so many essays I can already compile a book. And published two volumes. And republished, and chop &lt;i&gt;Revised!, Updated! &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; Latest Edition!&lt;/i&gt; because there were so many drafts that followed every essay as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm totally skipping SMU application. Firstly, it is a business school. Not my business to be there - LOL okay bad pun I'll stop. Secondly, if I really wanted to study business Nanyang Business School in NTU sounds much better. I read that its MBA is in the Top 30 business school. Hmmmmm. I rather attend Harvard though. Also, actuarial science sounds awesome, like something to do with birds, canaries, science and maths. But it's some business course that earns macadamia nuts which is, like, the opposite of peanuts. I've gone such a big round around the whole topic. Seriously I totally have ADD when I type and talk. Thirdly, it's a city campus, meaning there's no accomodation/hostel/hall/residences? Hell to the no! The school's seem to be a mugger school too. I passed by there for weeks when I worked in the Substation and there was a lot of students solemly studying. Or maybe it was because I was wearing my earphones. Regardless, and in conclusion, might I add - though this might disobey the laws of normal sentence structuring whatever - I'm not going to SMU! Or NTU if I can get into NUS. That's my only choice though. I deleted something I typed in case scholarship people decided to google me and find my blog, somehow, I'll probably be disqualified. &lt;sarcasm&gt;Self-censorship rules!!! &lt;/sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my free SAT online practice, I got like 1950/2400 on the practice test without studying and finishing all the reading questions in half the time because I was sleepy and it was midnight. I still think there's room for (a lot more) improvement considering that everyone applying to Ivy Leagues will be scoring between 2.1-2.4K, so I will work damn hard. I thought I would be secretly intelligent such that I will magically get all the questions right and I score 2300. But maybe studying would be a better option! Hopefully I'll do well enough for SAT to get me into Williams, Amherst, Swarthmore, Duke, Yale, Harvard, or UC-Berkeley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any one will do so if you are a dean from these institutions please contact me AND PLEASE OFFER ME A PLACE IN 2013 I'LL SEND OVER THE APPLICATION FORM AND RECORDS TO YOU ASAP THANKS. xo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2287612468342632753?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2287612468342632753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-lazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2287612468342632753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2287612468342632753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m so lazy'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7285353604825125617</id><published>2011-03-12T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:19:46.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHEISSE FML</title><content type='html'>I had this genius conception of a totally new idea! In my head I was beginning to flesh out my ideas and meaning when, upon researching a short-story that inspired this concept, I stumbled upon a Wikipedia page that describes what I wanna write!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unreliable_narrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG?? FML!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in this post-modern world whatever I could think of inventing/writing has already been done so! How unfair! If I were born hundred years earlier, for all you know you could be studying my concepts LOL. Except it would be in Chinese and from China. Probably burnt by Qin Shi Huang though. Whatever my history timeline is screwed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7285353604825125617?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7285353604825125617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/scheisse-fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7285353604825125617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7285353604825125617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/scheisse-fml.html' title='SCHEISSE FML'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6366874335231011941</id><published>2011-03-10T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:39:09.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG THE MOST GORGEOUS JEWELLERY (FOR ME)</title><content type='html'>OMG I JUST SAW THE MOST GORGEOUS JEWELLERY FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favourite (I like basically everything, so...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqHkK7pi2vM/TXj-jJa3kpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KT5DeRmva2Y/s1600/bevelfw11_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqHkK7pi2vM/TXj-jJa3kpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KT5DeRmva2Y/s400/bevelfw11_3.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582491617903219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.garbagedress.com/2011/03/bevels-ball-game-ii-by-char-alfonzo.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to Garbage Dress's blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6366874335231011941?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6366874335231011941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-most-gorgeous-men-jewellery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6366874335231011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6366874335231011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-most-gorgeous-men-jewellery.html' title='OMG THE MOST GORGEOUS JEWELLERY (FOR ME)'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqHkK7pi2vM/TXj-jJa3kpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KT5DeRmva2Y/s72-c/bevelfw11_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4597697139921972822</id><published>2011-03-10T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:45:41.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admissions Essay</title><content type='html'>Writing application essays can be such a drag. It is so difficult to write on a topic when I have no inspiration to get the wheel rolling. The essay I'm writing is for an application to NUS' University Scholars Programme. Contrary to its name, it does not offer scholarship. Rather, it is an interdisciplinary programme that is not different from the US liberal arts education style. Regardless of one's faculty, one will still haave to study modules on Maths, Law and Public Policy, Science, Psychology etc. At least that's what I infer from what I seen in their website. The essay requires me to explain a theory/concept/idea from traditional discipline - such as history, science, philosophy or mathematics - or from fields such as film, engineering, art or politics. I should choose one that 'intrigued me' and explain why it does and how did it broadened/changed my thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea which theory/idea/concept to choose. But I have shortlisted a few topics:..&lt;br /&gt;- Philosophy of aesthetics (I have to re-read my H3 art notes... Yay H# is actually useful)&lt;br /&gt;- Psychology (i'm now trying to read as much Freud dream Psychology things to see whether I can, firstly, understand, and secondly, do the essay)&lt;br /&gt;- Analysing a 'narrative loophole' universal in (most) psychological films (But when I write about it it comes out sounding rather superficial and not in-depth or earth-shattering enough. great.)&lt;br /&gt;- Sociology (gender as a social construct... then I'll link it to other things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like, challenging. It's similar to the block I get when writing a H3 art essay but worse because this question is even more vague.It's both a blessing and a curse that I have the liberty to choose any topic (Pythagoras Theorem, anyone?). I kept my topics vague in case people googled and decided to be inspired by my idea, and get all genius-y doing an interdisciplinary essay that combines all four topics LOL. And whom will eventually write a better freaking essay than I will. I hope not. Shame on you if you do! Anyway, my topics are quite mainstream so I guess a million people will have thought of it too boooo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the topic of university admissions, I've just emailed NAC regarding their university scholarship BUT DAMN THEY HAVE NOT REPLIED EVEN AFTER ONE AND A HALF DAYS. At least Duke University has an auto-reply system that provides me a link, allowing me to find my answers way before an actual person from Duke replied LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K whatever bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4597697139921972822?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4597697139921972822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/admissions-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4597697139921972822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4597697139921972822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/admissions-essay.html' title='Admissions Essay'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5801792136058657828</id><published>2011-03-04T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:06:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST GOT BACK MY RESULTS</title><content type='html'>Not the best but I'm actually contented and satisfied. Not SO GOOD till I feel on top of the world but just enough to feel motivated to EXCEL IN MY UNI STUDIES SINCE THIS IS NOT THE BEST I CAN DO. Not bad a result since the A'level exam period was such a tough time both mentally physically emotionally spiritually soul-ly whatever. So exhausting. I felt I have slackened since prelims... and it feels really &lt;s&gt;gut-wrenching&lt;/s&gt; 'OH SHIT' (not gut-wrenching actually I'm such a drama queen) when I got back my results and, you know, feel that I haven't given my all, my 100% for the exam.So I kinda half-expected I'm not gonna get all As, but then I also half-expected maybe there's a surprise I'll get all As. I'm so good at alternate viewpoints that every possible outcome that could be expected has also been thought of. Also, given that I have spent SO MUCH TIME ON ART and the workload I had I'm kinda happy I got back acceptable results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm not sad though. Feelings and emotions are for the weak LOL. My best Blair Waldorf impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this top scorer in my school who scored 7 Distinctions. Crap. Should've been me. BUT Y'KNOW I'M GONNA BE HIS BOSS IN TEN YEARS TIME. JUST WAIT AND SEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SO HAPPY ABOUT MY GP GRADE LOL I'M LINGUIST PRO NOW KTHX. Clap please! Anyone? Anyone? ANYONE??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5801792136058657828?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5801792136058657828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-got-back-my-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5801792136058657828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5801792136058657828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-got-back-my-results.html' title='JUST GOT BACK MY RESULTS'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-857525740767248923</id><published>2011-03-03T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:32:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling before the results are released</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trepidation&lt;/span&gt; is the word for it. Pulse quickening, mind shutting down, breath quickening, heart palpitations... no not having sex but waiting for results. Get your dirty mind out of the gutters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the wait for the results release is intolerable. There is this pervasive helplessness and bleak, dreary pessimism that lingers in the mind. Of course everyone would be pessimistic, because if one fails at least we would not have our hopes up. The lack of choice and our inability to make decisions during this inevitable process makes the waiting more insufferable. In one social experiment, it was found that when given the choice to determine how much voltage to jolt oneself with, the group with the ability to choose showed a higher tolerance then the other group whom has no choice in determining how much voltage their shocks will be. This exemplifies how the lack of choice makes things much less intolerable and dauntingly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I may have just written a GP paragraph as a post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME GOOD LUCK BITCHES..............!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-857525740767248923?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/857525740767248923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-before-results-are-released.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/857525740767248923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/857525740767248923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-before-results-are-released.html' title='The feeling before the results are released'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3063731346629038340</id><published>2011-02-27T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:13:51.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOES SHOES SHOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyYhqW9wMxE/TWpVyPoTmyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sEcISeV5PUg/s1600/Prada_Studded-Men_Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyYhqW9wMxE/TWpVyPoTmyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sEcISeV5PUg/s400/Prada_Studded-Men_Shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578365410129189666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SO7KIIe82c/TWpVx9QiC9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/J5msnntm41c/s1600/Prada%2BOxford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SO7KIIe82c/TWpVx9QiC9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/J5msnntm41c/s400/Prada%2BOxford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578365405197634514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prada FW09 (I think). A great DIY studding project is in process!!&lt;br /&gt;What awesome shoes these are! My favourites: Oxfords + Studs = Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TzMpjCdVCI/TWpVxtKzlVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jN8ETcPPDEU/s1600/SHOES-prada%2Boxfords%2Bspring%2B2011%2Blamardemona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2TzMpjCdVCI/TWpVxtKzlVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jN8ETcPPDEU/s400/SHOES-prada%2Boxfords%2Bspring%2B2011%2Blamardemona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578365400878650706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68p5B8KEu7A/TWpVxWj8TYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Bxx5-eZSpBE/s1600/6a00e5508e95a98833014e5f816220970c-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68p5B8KEu7A/TWpVxWj8TYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Bxx5-eZSpBE/s400/6a00e5508e95a98833014e5f816220970c-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578365394810064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These colourful shoes from Prada is selling like hotcakes! And it's not hard to see why!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty colour combinations on a &lt;s&gt;traditional oxford shoes&lt;/s&gt; wingtip espadrilles  plus matching foam platforms equates to a very spectacular combination! Prada designs such awesome and covet-able shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_HUGoij6pQ/TWpVZZlm2II/AAAAAAAAAlg/EiAea9F0LCE/s1600/burberry_fw11_backstage_love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_HUGoij6pQ/TWpVZZlm2II/AAAAAAAAAlg/EiAea9F0LCE/s400/burberry_fw11_backstage_love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578364983305492610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burberry men sandals! I have a pair of sandals but they are low cut and soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;I need one high-cut leather pair. It would be kick-ass awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqlvwBsec7Y/TWpVY70MuDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ADxZUY507po/s1600/lanvin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqlvwBsec7Y/TWpVY70MuDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ADxZUY507po/s400/lanvin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578364975313631282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujXYzTwsZS0/TWpVYgGG89I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JcryvElwlBE/s1600/Screen-shot-2010-06-01-at-18.01.20-509x354.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujXYzTwsZS0/TWpVYgGG89I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JcryvElwlBE/s400/Screen-shot-2010-06-01-at-18.01.20-509x354.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578364967872558034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Lanvin sandals!! Who knew those strings from camping trips and safety ropes could make such a fab shoe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w61URjX74-4/TWpVYmSLsuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6cB2EDyA1C0/s1600/Mcqueen_GladiatorSandals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w61URjX74-4/TWpVYmSLsuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6cB2EDyA1C0/s400/Mcqueen_GladiatorSandals2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578364969533813474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4PzEG_yxkU/TWpVYbvdAAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_mcK_I88SRc/s1600/Alexander-McQueen-Leather-Gladiator-Sandal-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4PzEG_yxkU/TWpVYbvdAAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_mcK_I88SRc/s400/Alexander-McQueen-Leather-Gladiator-Sandal-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578364966703792130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander McQueen's designs are fab too! WOWxoroszzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kawns6lFrWc/TWpljgnBORI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7Al9Ek00Ypc/s1600/540x0-dr-martens-2010-fall-winter-suede-wingtip-1-540x359.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kawns6lFrWc/TWpljgnBORI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7Al9Ek00Ypc/s200/540x0-dr-martens-2010-fall-winter-suede-wingtip-1-540x359.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578382749175200018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Tpy59QO_L8/TWpljgXNVaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a9zxw1sybF8/s1600/dr_martens_adrian-tassle-loafer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Tpy59QO_L8/TWpljgXNVaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a9zxw1sybF8/s200/dr_martens_adrian-tassle-loafer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578382749108884898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hE9VIqyGQA/TWpljaIY7yI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G6OyhcBbMTU/s1600/dr_martens_adrian-tassle-loafer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hE9VIqyGQA/TWpljaIY7yI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G6OyhcBbMTU/s200/dr_martens_adrian-tassle-loafer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578382747436117794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Martens new collection is made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shoes shoes shoes shoes shoes shoes shoes. 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Shoes shoes shoes shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3063731346629038340?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3063731346629038340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/shoes-shoes-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3063731346629038340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3063731346629038340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='SHOES SHOES SHOES'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyYhqW9wMxE/TWpVyPoTmyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sEcISeV5PUg/s72-c/Prada_Studded-Men_Shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8802896992835814453</id><published>2011-02-16T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T06:07:34.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Amore Vole Fe Yah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need a job!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But beside that, I'm now conceptualising and experimenting for my UOB Painting Competition, so I can, you know, win $10K or even $25K! Ka-cccching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to say, except that Gaga's Born This Way is so inspirational and easy to sing!! Oh well, my hit counter is accumulating so much hits from people searching for Gaga's prosthetic horns, Orlan's images, Gossip Girl's Blair Wardolf and Prince Grimaldi and epaulettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Gaga's 'horns', I believe they are not implanted, just make-up and probably silicon. Similar to those fake noses you see in spy movies and White Chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw9-cOpUe0c/TVvYfU3NjkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ERO0akHLSVU/s1600/Photo-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw9-cOpUe0c/TVvYfU3NjkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ERO0akHLSVU/s400/Photo-082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574286996488949314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the photo above, as the white powder kind of shows, it's pretty obvious the horns are not part of her body. It is merely carefully concealed using make-up and appropriate the correct skin colour, and also the strong lighting would hide some flaws (ironically). It may not have been implanted but it must have been very strong glue holding it onto her skin when she's dancing and whipping her hair back and forth a la Willow Smith LOL. Add in the possibly large amount of sweat and OTT motions and I wonder how it does not fall off. AT ALL. I mean, make-up artist can do many things, like turning drabby dull faces into glamazonians, but this just deserves an Oscar special visual effects awards by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8802896992835814453?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8802896992835814453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-amore-vole-fe-yah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8802896992835814453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8802896992835814453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-amore-vole-fe-yah.html' title='Mi Amore Vole Fe Yah!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw9-cOpUe0c/TVvYfU3NjkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ERO0akHLSVU/s72-c/Photo-082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-162187187185381863</id><published>2011-02-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:20:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born This Way Single Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TVIt8oNygrI/AAAAAAAAAko/F7iFCCwSRqY/s1600/gagabtw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TVIt8oNygrI/AAAAAAAAAko/F7iFCCwSRqY/s400/gagabtw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571566208621380274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaga just tweeted her Born This Way single cover!! Her face has these extraordinary-looking facial implants located on her forehead and cheekbones that remind meof horns. Uber-plastic surgery, like the performance/body artist Orlan, who spots similar horns. Orlan, like Gaga, is a fierce feminist, and both embodies the characteristics of the modern strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Orlan: She is a French body artist, that is, she uses her own body like an empty canvas on which she metaphorically paints on. She do these crazy live performances where she streamed online videos of her getting plastic surgery... without any anesthesia. Great way to save money on the anesthetist LOL el cheapo much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was really nasty judging her cheapo-ness. Anyway, she does these while fully conscious, sometimes reading aloud some passage. She creates a really repulsive scene as her face bleeds down her cheek and you could almost imagine the pain as the surgeon slice through her skin.  She also decorates the surgeon room so it feels more homely in some weird sense, which if i'm not wrong, is meant to reference certain compositions from paintings or historic scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read this article, which debunks the idea of her being labelled "crazy". Because apparently she isn't, though her actions exhibits wonderfully-similar characteristics of crazy people... Many geniuses were once thought of as crazy, like the Wright Brothers,  artists such as Joseph Beuys and Duchamp, maybe Galileo Galilee and whoever you can think of, but that's what makes their work so powerful. These iconoclasts were not afraid of going beyond what was socially acceptable and to create works or generate ideas that change how the world sees things, and how they see themselves. By having these ideas that make people think they suffer from psychotic illness like delusions of grandeur, they are unfortunately wrongfully labelled crazy-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprayblog.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/orlan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.sprayblog.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/orlan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is Orlan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orlan's continuous life-long work is a powerful message of how society tries to attain perfection and beauty, which is a concept that Gaga herself has explored with her dresses that makes her look weird, not sexy and through her videos such as Alejandro where her make-up looks like crap, honestly.  Her face was artificially inserted with these horns, like Gaga, through the process of plastic surgery that is meant to make us look more beautiful, but instead it made both of them look like a monster or a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlan's face was reconstructed to make her look like the classic beauty - though honestly I don't see anything classic-looking or beautiful LOL. She evoked the beautiful faces of Mona Lisa, Venus etc. to create both performance art pieces (the video was streamed online) and an ever-changing sculpture (her face). She did her face a lot of times like more than three times, five or around there. Google or Wiki her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Gaga and Orlan are also similar in how they can polarize people's opinions so widely that it would be a Manichean's wet dream comes true! You either love Gaga or hate her, because you cannot not know about her. Orlan too, you either think she's a crazy psycho-bitch or that she's a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not know why I wrote such a long post regarding Gaga's prosthetic horns,  largely because it struck a chord with me because I've been studying Orlan for H3 Art Theory and that the similarities between both artists are uncanny. But Gaga's younger and more glamourous though, and she sure knows how to keep it not disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s I just realised that her shoulders are also protruding the same horns-like stuffs. But for me it looks normal because I have those bones protruding out too, but less pointy though: I'm just skinny. But I feel like i've gain weight omg no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-162187187185381863?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/162187187185381863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/born-this-way-single-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/162187187185381863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/162187187185381863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/born-this-way-single-cover.html' title='Born This Way Single Cover'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TVIt8oNygrI/AAAAAAAAAko/F7iFCCwSRqY/s72-c/gagabtw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2962015319492865524</id><published>2011-02-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:38:55.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily musings</title><content type='html'>This gallery sitting job is so boring and uneventful. There is no visitor at all! Tomorrow will be the last day of the exhibition and I will be out of job lol. I might enroll myself to learn some instrument or for sewing classes, or to even get a real job! This job is totally bogus, because I do not have to do anything, just sit there and when people come in I should pass them a piece of paper and beckon them to go forth into the dark unknowns that is the exhibition room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here at the Substation are really nice. I'm typing this out as i'm doing my "job". And during my time here, I finished reading the controversial book The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom memoir and I don't think Amy Chua's parenting style is too extreme. My mom, too, taught me maths all the time in primary school and I have to memorise the multiplication table from 1X1 to 10x10 (I still remember my favourite was actually 10x because it's so damn easy!). Now my mental sums is power LOL. But it's still limited to at most 13X. I still get confused about 6x7 and 7x8 because they look so similar and I don't have an exact answer to both. I  have to really think and calculate it and not from memory. Those damn shitty numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same topic of Tiger Mom, here is a really funny (and occasionally racist) tumblr page as it developed into an Internet meme lol! &lt;a href="http://tigermomsays.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tiger Mom Says&lt;/a&gt; contains funny images of the proverbial Tiger Mom's sayings. And the picture of the Asian woman is not Amy Chua though, it's just a stock photo model. Another similar one would be &lt;a href="http://highexpectationsasianfather.tumblr.com/"&gt;High Expectations Asian Father&lt;/a&gt;, although it was created way earlier than the Tiger Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.memegenerator.net/ImageMacro/5576428/Your-new-Chinese-name-is-FAI-LING.jpg?imageSize=Medium&amp;amp;generatorName=Tiger-Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://images1.memegenerator.net/ImageMacro/5576428/Your-new-Chinese-name-is-FAI-LING.jpg?imageSize=Medium&amp;amp;generatorName=Tiger-Mom" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.memegenerator.net/ImageMacro/5508095/Secret-to-success-suck-less.jpg?imageSize=Medium&amp;amp;generatorName=Tiger-Mom"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 313px;" src="http://images2.memegenerator.net/ImageMacro/5508095/Secret-to-success-suck-less.jpg?imageSize=Medium&amp;amp;generatorName=Tiger-Mom" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfg10bZmoB1qgrb7go1_r1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfg10bZmoB1qgrb7go1_r1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftpigeQv51qgrb7go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lftpigeQv51qgrb7go1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally ridiculous statements that WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2962015319492865524?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2962015319492865524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/daily-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2962015319492865524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2962015319492865524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/02/daily-musings.html' title='Daily musings'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5596930867849676931</id><published>2011-01-14T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T06:23:26.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>I always have this obsession with reading the weekly horoscopes and zodiacs, and I'm sure most people do, too. It never fails to interest me how the authors/astrologers could pen such general paragraph where thousands or even millions of people can nod and goes, "Oh My God (s)He's Right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are we such fanatics of what these people write? I think it has to do with how we like to reduce life's uncertainties and increasing control... so life becomes more predictable and stable! For others who read those attributes of zodiac signs (like me LOL) it is a combination of how we want to know about ourselves and to reconfirm whether it's true or not, seeking a revelation of truth actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I need to keep writing and thinking so I don't rust my brains... Now back to reading more zodiacs signs! (And I'm kind of surprise how accurate some can actually be, especially when they have to appeal to such masses with different qualities and stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I feel a compulsion to enrol for musical theatre classes, and audition with my 2 musical pieces "I Dreamed a Dream" and something else hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5596930867849676931?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5596930867849676931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/horoscopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5596930867849676931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5596930867849676931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4513873089630539656</id><published>2011-01-01T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:40:02.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TR7kw15UzuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SsGucnyoLo8/s1600/leighton-meester-hugo-becker-gossip-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TR7kw15UzuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SsGucnyoLo8/s400/leighton-meester-hugo-becker-gossip-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557130517974142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's Prince Grimaldi with Blair Wardolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been eating too much food before I sleep, because apparently I have really strange dreams every night omg. Also, I must also have been watching too much Gossip Girl, because in one dream I dreamed that I was BFFs with Blair Wardolf while we were walking around some street that faces the sea in Sydney (don't ask, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it's in Australia), while helping her plot her new scheme LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next night I dreamed I attended some ball, and then I bumped Gossip Girl's Prince Louis Grimaldi, who appeard in one of the few latest episodes, and we chatted over dinner or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no an indication of me over-dosing on food before I sleep, because everytime I eat something I get these weird dreams that seems too real actually, leaving me disorientated when I wake up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STRANGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TR7kw16JmeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QoitBgU6b08/s1600/WhistlersMother.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TR7kw16JmeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QoitBgU6b08/s400/WhistlersMother.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557130517977602530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Whister's Mother doing some gallery sitting as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'm doing gallery sitting in Ion gallery for an exhibition with 6 Korean artists, who are really friendly and grateful that I'm sitting the gallery for them! How nice! (At least from what I sense via SMS and phone calls anyway... I have yet to meet them LOL, and that's worrisome considering they are my 'bosses' and are suppose to pay me) The pay is good anyway, $8/h for non-peak days and $10/h for peak periods! Omg that's really a lot, no? Considering most of the time (during non-peak days anyway) there aren't a lot of people for the whole day and I sit there doing nothing freezing my ass to death. There were no serious buyers inquiring the prices of the works, which btw, ranges from $2000 to $9000. I've calculated and I have to take care of actually more than $100,000+ worth of works altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;, right? But there are some interesting works, such as the metal plates ones. Photography is strictly not allowed so I can't show you. The exhibition is closing in Jan 2 I think, and I'm sitting that day too wee! The gallery is not very big, and it's like an episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/span&gt; or something, cos there's more than 4 security cameras in the small space, stalking my every actions. Creepy! Plus, the gallery's air-con is spewing frostbite-inducing cold air at me like nobody's business and my body was constantly twitching. The staffs and security guards are probably laughing at me shaking in my seat through the CCTVs LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4513873089630539656?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4513873089630539656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-prince-grimaldi-with-blair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4513873089630539656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4513873089630539656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-prince-grimaldi-with-blair.html' title='Weird dreams'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TR7kw15UzuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/SsGucnyoLo8/s72-c/leighton-meester-hugo-becker-gossip-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8440831367189870416</id><published>2010-12-27T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:49:56.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan and Easy A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/68/Black_Swan_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 392px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/68/Black_Swan_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt; and it is absolutely brilliant. It's like  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;, equal parts mind-boggling and thought-provoking, with  beautiful cinematography. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;, it is not so much about dreams  - or ballet - per se. Instead, it is about the general human experience, portraying and conveying  a powerful emotional narrative about the insular life of the ballet world, specifically  through the eyes of Natalie Portman's character, Nina Sayers. It's a really good movie with great ballet and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot of&lt;/span&gt; feathers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE1MzU1Mjg1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDc3NDQ2Mw@@._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 314px;" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjE1MzU1Mjg1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDc3NDQ2Mw@@._V1._SX214_CR0,0,214,314_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another movie,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Easy A&lt;/span&gt; is on the other side of the genre-spectrum but equally great! It is the new Mean Girls, The Devil Wears Prada (the movie not the band...) and White Chicks! With so many quotable and memorable lines that is creating new memes for the Internet! It's always great when a new movie comes in which has so much cultural references and itself becomes a cultural reference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNbPnqyvItk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNbPnqyvItk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both films are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8440831367189870416?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8440831367189870416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-swan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8440831367189870416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8440831367189870416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan and Easy A'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8622616858545570387</id><published>2010-12-20T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:59:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zana Bayne Harnesses</title><content type='html'>These &lt;a href="http://www.zanabayne.com/"&gt;Zana Bayne&lt;/a&gt; harnasses are really awesome accessories! Her blog &lt;a href="http://www.garbagedress.com/"&gt;Garbage Dress&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/garbagedress"&gt;online shop at Etsy&lt;/a&gt; sells the most incredible leather harnesses of black, cream/white and camel colours. And her new collection is also as fabulous as her staple collection as she veers towards a different territory, including intricate designs created with thinner strips of leather with an almost-OD use of hardware in the harness.  Anyway it's all so awesome I need to &lt;s&gt;buy &lt;/s&gt;make some myself using faux plastic leather, which I have not yet managed to find anywhere in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo is like a detachable knee-high gladiator-sandals-esque object which is really awesome when you wear them over black jeans or whatever, after taking the thing that wraps the heels off first of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garbagedress.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97WcbUVMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/45UPeX2fZws/s1600/ss5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97WcbUVMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/45UPeX2fZws/s400/ss5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552792491089220802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97WpYdW_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/CRC6-nIb8_s/s1600/ss13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97WpYdW_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/CRC6-nIb8_s/s400/ss13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552792494566890482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97W43TTmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RZShJvzEbN8/s1600/ss14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97W43TTmI/AAAAAAAAAjw/RZShJvzEbN8/s400/ss14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552792498722786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures via &lt;a href="http://www.garbagedress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8622616858545570387?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8622616858545570387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/zana-bayne-harnesses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8622616858545570387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8622616858545570387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/zana-bayne-harnesses.html' title='Zana Bayne Harnesses'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TQ97WcbUVMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/45UPeX2fZws/s72-c/ss5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-77990160448385313</id><published>2010-12-04T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:33:55.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUDtaiXqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSqLb7Lp1pY/s1600/00440m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUDtaiXqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSqLb7Lp1pY/s400/00440m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547049419999960738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUDZziRyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cZP6qQWPOBo/s1600/00250m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUDZziRyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cZP6qQWPOBo/s400/00250m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547049414736103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lanvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCxVoQxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0MB1dnXX3EQ/s1600/epaulette2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCxVoQxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0MB1dnXX3EQ/s400/epaulette2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547049403873248018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Epaulette !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCiI7GnI/AAAAAAAAAio/K6WbOoplqhI/s1600/epaulette3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCiI7GnI/AAAAAAAAAio/K6WbOoplqhI/s400/epaulette3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547049399793425010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Epaulette  again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCVB_uUI/AAAAAAAAAig/MXDyPvPE-Qk/s1600/00330m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUCVB_uUI/AAAAAAAAAig/MXDyPvPE-Qk/s400/00330m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547049396274706754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jil Sander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUsQqF1eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6lEFthN_bP8/s1600/00400m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUsQqF1eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6lEFthN_bP8/s400/00400m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547050116655207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsVe6Do2iI/AAAAAAAAAjY/w8BUXXWPfWk/s400/e030b4a35f42adf8_rihanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547050986761673250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her outfit is generally hideous but her hair band and hair colour is divine omg.&lt;br /&gt; I would like to destroy my hair by bleaching it and dying this red colour,&lt;br /&gt; because I'm shaving it all off anyway BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-77990160448385313?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/77990160448385313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/77990160448385313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/77990160448385313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPsUDtaiXqI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSqLb7Lp1pY/s72-c/00440m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2988804267922591237</id><published>2010-12-04T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:16:06.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATERS TO THE LEFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/7643/gagaq.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO WHAT A FUNNY ANIMATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2988804267922591237?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2988804267922591237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/haters-to-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2988804267922591237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2988804267922591237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/haters-to-left.html' title='HATERS TO THE LEFT'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-9089573806426049639</id><published>2010-11-30T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:47:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kane and Kant</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A'LEVELS&lt;/span&gt; ARE OVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YIPEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Art paper was so lame, the questions were not what my teacher gave during school exams. I was not really shocked, because the questions were similar to past year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;A'level&lt;/span&gt; questions anyway. Immanuel Kant, Jean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baudrillard&lt;/span&gt;, Clive Bell, Clement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Greenberg&lt;/span&gt;, John Berger, GOODBYE WEIRD PEOPLE WHO SPEAK AND WRITE WEIRDLY. Honestly I cannot understand a large part of their text and what they are trying to arrive at. Luckily there were other texts that summarise their theories and stuff without all the unnecessary verbose language that is a bitch to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well I wrote a list of what I shall do after the exams (and before the torturous stupid mindless unnecessary much-hated NS):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Buy sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to freaking sew using a sewing machine, then get into a UK college and a score a prestigious scholarship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WHOPPEEE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go for a costume party imitating K$&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;, Lady Gaga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make my prom outfit SHIT I HAVEN'T STARTED I NEED TO DO IT QUICK&lt;br /&gt;5. Go overseas with my cousins&lt;br /&gt;6. Get a high-paying job&lt;br /&gt;7. or internship at a fashion magazine (which I wouldn't mind earning like peanuts you know)&lt;br /&gt;8. Go Universal Studios Singapore&lt;br /&gt;9. Shop till I drop, like literally, with appendix hanging out and all&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish my birthday costume (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; almost done! Since I'm 18 and nobody can do anything about it even if it's in-your-face--but-i-don't-give-a-damn-cos-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;-too-over-the-top-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glamourous&lt;/span&gt;-and-not-to-mention-fabulous (okay I'm really exaggerating and abusing the hyphens here but you get my point)&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt; most of what I'll be trying to do for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt; of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-U4RSq2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/nP3u6lNRZTU/s1600/sengchoon%2527s%2Bdoodle%2Bfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I just saw this: Christopher Kane's awesome Nebula-print fashion. It's so awesome I just died, revived and died again. I would buy everything if I have the money so please donate to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CSC&lt;/span&gt; Attire Fund for Fabulous-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ity&lt;/span&gt; (CAFF). Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;paypal&lt;/span&gt; me would do, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UcSXKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VONg9OujzxI/s1600/kanenebula.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UCZOC-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/T-sK_ICkSd8/s1600/kanenebula3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UCZOC-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/T-sK_ICkSd8/s400/kanenebula3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545618136370121698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-T4CjKsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RpBMW5x7r1o/s1600/kanenebula2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-T4CjKsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/RpBMW5x7r1o/s400/kanenebula2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545618133590682306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UcSXKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VONg9OujzxI/s1600/kanenebula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UcSXKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VONg9OujzxI/s400/kanenebula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545618143320680642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay this may come across as kinky or SM-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; but no, it's not intended: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; I love the leather shorts! The nebula prints is so great I would attribute it the description of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sublime_%28philosophy%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; I learnt that &lt;s&gt;crap &lt;/s&gt;insightful theory from my h3 art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since my friend praised me so much&lt;a href="http://theonewhomyouknow.blogspot.com/"&gt; in his blog&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to praise him too! This is reciprocity and not praising for praising sake, okay! Anyway I'm going to list the things he's really good at:&lt;br /&gt;- He can sing&lt;br /&gt;- and hit high notes&lt;br /&gt;- He has got weird hair and no matter what people say he didn't change it - resilience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hohoho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- He's a great friend who laughs easily. I like friends like that! I hate friends that sulk all the time like I owe the person money or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. note: please don't talk to me if you are a sally downer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; hand-to-your-face (not down syndrome!! it is referring to a person who is down, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;deprssed&lt;/span&gt;, particularly if their mood brings other people down)&lt;br /&gt;- He's tall. Bitch I dislike being so short. From what I heard he grew like a beansprout during lower-sec days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like my days of growing taller are over.&lt;br /&gt;- HE FREAKING SINGS IN A CHOIR AND YES I NEED TO REPEAT THE POINT AGAIN. WITH CAPITALIZATION!! I CAN'T SING WELL! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOOL&lt;/span&gt; HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to debunk some of PJ's myths about me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i wouldn't go out alone one can.&lt;br /&gt;but SC can like visit the Art Museum alone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay it's just, like, one time and I would go out alone only to the museum lol, cos there isn't much people (talk about plans to turn S'pore into a arts-hub when there isn't much people in museums) except tourists and stuff so I'm pretty comfortable with that. And I wouldn't do other things alone though - like shopping, eating outside, shopping, shopping for other things. My life now only revolves around shopping and eating so that's the only 2 I can actually think of.&lt;blockquote&gt;if it's me,&lt;br /&gt;know what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't pursue my interest for my lack of courage and guts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay the implicit point here is that I pursued my interest because I got courage and guts (OMG AQ COMING BACK TO HUNT ME) but it's only because it's JC level and not that important, LOL I'm totally scared of going to uni, overseas (which I'm less scared of because it's so foreign... okay it doesn't make sense but i'm less afraid when i'm overseas. maybe because i don't know anyone that and I'm free to do all shameful things LOL without families' or relatives' judgement) to study art and design and stuff. It's so mind-boggling and scary you know, when things changes but life cannot be inert all the time anyway. And besides by enrolling in such unconventional courses I'm basically throwing myself into a pit of daggers hoping to squeeze into the gaps without getting pierced by the daggers-thinggy. So it's not a matter of me having courage or guts, but because art at JC level is much less risky than taking art in Uni level because JC is not going to determine my life's direction, the university course i chose will. So... it's not really courage or guts lol, rather it more of the opposite. 'Cos if I really had it I would have took english linguistics (the 09-10 batch is the pioneer batch to study this subject) and probably history or something, more humanities/arts subjects lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I WANT TO PURSUE MY INTEREST.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO EXCEL IN IT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lol you totally should my friend, and in any case most students today being gen-Y or gen-z - whatever i don't know which one - would rather pursue their career in the direction they have an interest in and earn less money, than to pursue something they don't like and earn more money. Some study collated this data but i don't really know what it's name. Hence so many students are pursuing alternative courses away from the mainstream business/accountant/engineering courses and many more are steering into more humanities/arts courses such as psychology (fine, it's already a hot subject but interest in it is probably growing further because of students in the s'pore education system experiencing sky-high stress levels) or sociology (that's me LOL) and stuff. Today (from what I see) students pursue courses that they have, not just pure interest but also had a great impact on their lives before. I want to study sociology for a reason (if i cannot get into my design course lah), other people study their courses for another reason. So... totally go pursue your dreams (in music issit?) since everyone else are probably going to too, and you're not exactly alone in your journey to realise your ultimate vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG LOL THAT WAS SO CHEESY AND CORNY but i can totally be a fabulous AQ-analyser cos I totally applied your arguments into modern world context HAHAHAHA omg i hate gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all have a good afternoon everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to repeat that, with large, bright red fonts italicised bold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY A LEVELS ARE OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-9089573806426049639?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9089573806426049639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/11/kane-and-kant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/9089573806426049639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/9089573806426049639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/11/kane-and-kant.html' title='Kane and Kant'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TPX-UCZOC-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/T-sK_ICkSd8/s72-c/kanenebula3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-627543761446155667</id><published>2010-10-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:56:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT REALLY IRKS ME</title><content type='html'>I don't really get annoyed/angry easily. At all. It's like once in a blue moon or something. It takes real great effort really and I applaud whoever manages to annoy me. Maybe people can piss me off sometimes but I forget the next day, cos I always look on the bright side of life *too-doo, too-doo, too-doo* k music stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the one thing that really irks me a lot like CRAP is when people keep attributing certain behaviours to a particular gender. You are contributing to the social construct of gender and propagating and reinforcing the idiotic stereotype that blinds people rendering them short-sighted and myopic, ignoring the wonderful spectrum and diversity of the "in-betweens"! Obviously no one is immune to this, everyone probably does this some point in time. Me too but I try to reduce it because stereotyping is obviously terrible, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My issue with these people is that they believe because you're a particular gender you have to conform to what people think you should be. Eg boys must like blue, 'must do this must do that', 'you cannot do that you're a boy'!! Lol loser shitty idea compounded by the fact that our society values the idea of 'community before self' and individualism should be avoided at all costs! "We must conform!" "Conform we must!" Please, wake up and smell the roses, because the world is pluralistic and multiplicity is the norm! One shouldn't be frowned upon because, oh, they are different. Annoying people and their terrible overgeneralising habit!! To me stereotyping gender roles is the same as stereotyping race, culture, nationality whatever. It is so wrong to assume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;from a particular group of people are the same simply because they belong to a particular community! Please, no two person are the same, we are all individuals but people have a particular fondness to label everything and group them together. The bad thing about labeling people is that you never do it in a neutral way. When one labels one tends to want to create a sense of superiority over others, so they give bad labels. This is probably innate in human and stuff whatever! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I used so many exclamation marks here in this paragraph!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the one thing that could possibly irritate me (for now) but I'll probably rejoice a little whenever people succumb to the temptation of generalizing. Lol how strange I'm so cynical shittttz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I so can be a great free-rights advocate... but obviously only behind the veil of anonymity that is the Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-627543761446155667?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/627543761446155667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-really-irks-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/627543761446155667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/627543761446155667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-really-irks-me.html' title='WHAT REALLY IRKS ME'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3997815508751877103</id><published>2010-10-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:20:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art is over.</title><content type='html'>ART COURSEWORK IS FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a full year of dedication to doing art, I have finished it yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my 2 totally unwearable dresses are in the gallery, along with my 8 A2-size preparatory studies. After staying late until 10pm everyday starting the September holidays, sometimes even until 1am. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW It is uber-scary to walk along the school's empty corridors so late and quiet at night, or rather, the wee morning, because you know how stupid Japanese horror films drilled the idea that every school will have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; ghosts, especially the vengeful school girl in white shirt and plaid skirt with white skin and permanently wet hair covering half of her face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during the prelims! Since our submission is on the day of the H2 Econs essay prelim paper! The ironic thing about my preparatory boards was that the first board was initially the board I hated most, since it looks so... er, uncoordinated and not really appealing. But in the end it's my favourite board! I swear after pasting everything flat down &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; will automatically look 10 times nicer, seriously! And after the genius idea of printing on tracing paper (for the effect of translucency) the whole board looks awesome! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that coursework is over, suddenly I have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; time on my hands I feel constantly bored. Shitzzle... not that I'm not glad coursework is over, but it's really a kind of bittersweet moment. On one hand it's really stressful having to finish everything on time (or to cancel some things to do) but it's also truly, truly fun. Having something to help me do away from the stress and rigour of normal academic studies is pretty fun, especially if doing art, which is in my interest hence, fun, is part of my grades for Alevels as well! Sweet, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'levels is coming soon and I constantly think about my future course of study (STUPID NS NOTWITHSTANDING). I want to study overseas, like in the UK or US, obviously for the exposure to different cultures, that I can get a cool English accent, a more open society and obviously the fabulous weather. And of course, better institutions too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what course I really want to enrol myself into, so let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Design&lt;br /&gt;Fine Art&lt;br /&gt;Politics, Philosophy and Economics&lt;br /&gt;Politics, Philosophy and Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Gender Studies&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy and Theology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol this sounds stupid doesn't it? All humanities/art subjects, 'like no future one'. And I'm more into interdisciplinary degrees because... I like to spread out my risks? I don't know really. But I wonder if I'm really doing fashion, if I could go to US and minor in gender studies or something. Even though I'm better in my maths and sciences, I'm not interested at all on furthering my studies in those areas. I like subjects that are much more concerned with, like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the human&lt;/span&gt;, either the body, the mind, their behaviour, beliefs and social interaction with each other, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to choose philosophy (which I don't really get sometimes? It's like common sense explained with superfluous vocab that mere mortals like me are not supposed to understand) because if I wanted a scholarship, these subjects I chose are the only ones that I'm actually interested in, which they offer in Ox/Bridge. (If I can get in, that is) Oh well, I better ace my Alevels first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACE ACE ACE BITCHES I WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3997815508751877103?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3997815508751877103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3997815508751877103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3997815508751877103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/art-is-over.html' title='art is over.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7478273510911502021</id><published>2010-07-31T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:14:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08-01-10</title><content type='html'>Finally i'm updating this dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, A's is really boring because all day, i'm doing art art art art and art... Gosh, i have no time for homework for studies! Hopefully after submission (which is, unfortunately, in the middle of prelims) i'll be able to chioooooooong my whole syllabus and get all As. Yes I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is bothering me lately is why the hell am I not in honour roll? So unfair, cos I got the same 3 H2 grades for my subject as the like, last person in the roll. I think I lost because of my H2maths and my gp. So sad. My gp sucks. There, I said it. MY GP FREAKING SUCK. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZ I WILL GET A FOR GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ridiculous (but funny) that most of my posts seem to be some kind of dramatic monologue where I seemed to be typing out what I would respond to my mind about things. K i'm a philosopher now thxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like watching The Crazies for a shit-scare but i'll probably be damn well crazy to do a horror movie. I mean, watching an advertisement for Incredible Tales just now before Ghost Whisperer has haunted me when I'm alone in the toilet. I wonder why people just don't get horrified and so haunted by horror films - do they just forget it? Hmmmmmmmm this is a great question for my genius brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, i'm less afraid of horror than I am of gore. Damn gross to the limit +E99 can? Like those who can survive a horror film and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; sleep, I don't get how people can actually accept and absorb the horror of limbs flying around and blood, organs, brains splattering as a person get smashed against an industrial wind turbine. And I feel this is actually worse than a pure scary/horror film because I can almost feel how it is like to suffer such inhumane and tremendous torture pain - cos my imagination is just purely fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have also watched Inception. Rave reviews and major hoo-ha notwithstanding, I think the movie is not really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; excellent but still pretty damn good, to say the least. I was really hoping the movie would be a little more sinister, dark and gritty but that's just me - macabre and psychological (Sigmund Freud please?) and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILERZZ!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in the end I don't seem to care much about Leonardo Dicaprio's character. He can die for all I care. But more on Marion Cotillard (is she real? is there a possibility she might still exist somewhere? perhaps in another dimension in his dreams, even though it doesn't make any sense?) and Ellen Paige (will she be stuck in a limbo semi-dream world!? but she's still so young!) and the rest of the cast than on Leonardo. Some might say Marion Cotillard is ugly, but like in La Vie En Rose she is a seductress, a kind of femme fatale. Considering how Leo's character justified her one-dimension character - cos she was a figment of his memory - it eventually turned out to be confusing why, in the end, she didn't know that he had already incepted the idea into her brain. She seemed so surprise, but then, isn't she like part of his memory so in his dream she should jolly-damn-well know what he already knew! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so profound in its depth (literally) that it makes me think about it for the past 3 days during my free thinking time, trying to piece together the plot in my brain, then tear it apart via intensify analysis again and again. Waiting for the DVD to arrive so I can watch it (after A levels) again and again and again. But before that I'll probably try to finish watching Nolan's The Prestige (which I canot stand after some hand-stabbing scene) and maybe try to buy Memento. I remember I watched part of the movie last year during an AEP workshop where the different AEP schools (JCs ike HCJC, NJC and NY and secondary schools like Nanyang Girls, VS) were split into groups comprising students from the different schools, and we have to work out a storyboard in I think 3 hours, based on the concept of time. Obviously the Australian speaker showed us a segment Memento because, primarily although the movie was playing on the idea of memory, underneath that there is the manipulation of time via non-linear narrative to create the kind of 'memory loss' effect where we have to piece together the pieces ourselves to get the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not unlike in Inception, where, as viewers, we do not just passively suck in those visual effects and dialogue like in any mindless action flicks (*ahem GI JOE ahem*) but instead it forces us to rethink what we just watched. And the interesting thing about Inception is that for most part of the movie we watched is basically just a dream. The things English teacher repeatedly told us never to write?: "In the end, it was all but a dream". Somehow this idea was weaved so nicely into movie premise that it doesn't seem to stand out until one starts to think about it afterward. (unlike nicolas cage's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; - omg annoying ending much? cos in the end it was all his vision of the future)  I mean, the movie made me think about the process of watching and understand a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, okay i'll probably not make sense here, but it makes me think why are we investing so much emotions into characters that will probably not die from a gunshot because they are in a dream?  Granted, the addition of the 'stuck in limbo' and Leonardo's 'I need to be with my family again' concept heightened our attachment to the heroes. But somehow, when it all ends and they are shown to be in the airplane, and afterward in the airport, I felt a kind of poignant feeling for the characters. On one hand, they are safe and  it was all but just a dream! But on the flip-side, it was like, so they just woke up from everything? That's all? So that's just it? It seemed to pushed your ______ to such a high point, and near the end it barely hits the same level again, leaving you high and dry and wanting more - and then the whole movie ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Btw did anyone else notice that the Sorcerer's Apprentice movie poster showing 'the Sorcerer' seemed to be appropriated from Joker's poster in Dark Knight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TFRrmrmOugI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2dHlzMrwC_Y/s1600/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TFRrmrmOugI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2dHlzMrwC_Y/s400/untitled.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500139357208492546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine maybe not very similar but it does when my eyes just glance past it while on a bus!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7478273510911502021?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7478273510911502021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/07/08-01-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7478273510911502021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7478273510911502021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/07/08-01-10.html' title='08-01-10'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/TFRrmrmOugI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2dHlzMrwC_Y/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4813369332320084048</id><published>2010-03-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:47:20.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Holiday Art Essay...</title><content type='html'>I think this is really terrible. I have a Holiday Art Essay to write. Looking on the bright side, at least I have 3 choices to choose one from! (Even though all 3 are equally difficult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. In what ways has photography challenged traditional forms of painting and sculpture and how has this changed the manner in which contemporary artists work with these traditional mediums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Picasso stated that 'Art is a lie that tells a truth'. TWE does art reflect social realities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'In all beautiful art, the essential thing is the form' - Immanuel Kant. One of the aims of abstract art has been to express forms. Is abstraction still a relevant approach towards art making now?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Q1. is out, because it's so boring and it contains 2 part I have to write about. This distracts me and I don't like it. Q2.'s quote is easy to understand, but tedious to explain how art reflects social realities, especially when I know I have to link it to SEA artists (ps I don't like SE-Asian art - sometimes they get too religious). So, that leaves me with Q3. on abstract art - perfect! Because I really adore writing on abstract art (this is not meant to be sarcastic, because I really do!) The thing is, the question requires me to find out why abstract art would not be 'a relevant approach towards art making now'. But I have found out the answer - the rise of conceptual art. Abstract art focuses on formal qualities, conceptual art ignore this but focuses on the idea/concept itself. Yipee I spent hours researching and I found out only the trend behind the question. It is so tedious doing an art essay I would rather blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the essay must be: a) 3 - 4 A4 pages (I will stick to a little more  than 3), b)Times new roman size 12, c)single line spacing. (My teacher is smart) This is challenging to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;th degree, considering my art coursework, gp homework and econs essay that needs to be finished as well. BOO but I will make it through this March holidays (which ironically is more tiring and stressful than normal school days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4813369332320084048?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4813369332320084048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-holiday-art-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4813369332320084048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4813369332320084048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-holiday-art-essay.html' title='For my Holiday Art Essay...'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-122222521684536017</id><published>2010-02-08T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:04:54.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY IS HERE SOON</title><content type='html'>THIS SUNDAY WILL BE THE FIRST DAY OF CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I'm not really into visiting relatives' house even though I meet them only once a year (and that's already too much!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the idea of buying new clothes and WERQING it in front of those damn relatives makes me smile. Even better is taking photographs with your fabulous cousins and WERQING your pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of what I wear because I'm fabulous like that. And I bought two converse high-top patent sneakers - so pretty (but not in pink pls)! When I paired it with my pants my legs look so long omg I'm so happy!! I WISH I WAS BORN TALLER LIKE 1.9M PLS, WITH MY LEGS 1.2M LONG I WILL BE HAPPY. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Remember to WERQ all your clothes and photos! Happy CNY soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-122222521684536017?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/122222521684536017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-is-here-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/122222521684536017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/122222521684536017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-is-here-soon.html' title='CNY IS HERE SOON'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5967148205604930333</id><published>2010-01-27T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:17:52.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON PARIS PHOTOS WHEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sengchoonscsc/20100127?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S2AzP8HmlNE/AAAAAAAAAZw/PU5nA6BOl7I/s160-c/20100127.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sengchoonscsc/20100127?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;2010-01-27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded most of the nice photos in this album for LONDON+PARIS, just click on it and view! My photos turned out so pretty I like it! Because of the nice view of the whole sky in both countries, where there isn't any tall modern buildings blocking your view. Most of the buildings are ancient and about 5 to 6 stories high at maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 41 is the transition from London to Paris. And Parisian food is totally awesome and delicious. See photo 42, they can make a fish taste so heavenly!! omg! I've got the website of the small and homely restaurant pere-louis.com, if I didn't remember wrongly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the food in Paris is much better than the food in London because in London, all we ate was fish+chips, Subway, pizza etc. And can you believe their 12" pizza cost only 3.95pounds, I think! So cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll let the photos do the talking go click the link and view it and bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5967148205604930333?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5967148205604930333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/london-paris-photos-whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5967148205604930333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5967148205604930333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/london-paris-photos-whee.html' title='LONDON PARIS PHOTOS WHEE.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S2AzP8HmlNE/AAAAAAAAAZw/PU5nA6BOl7I/s72-c/20100127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6037168371310958692</id><published>2010-01-25T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:20:13.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sleepwalker, walker, walker</title><content type='html'>GLAMBERT'S SLEEPWALKER IS GOING TO BE A HIT BECAUSE I LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oaSWvabVR4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oaSWvabVR4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, but my sister bought his album For Your Entertainment and many of his songs are awesome. Many songs sound rather familiar though. For instance For Your Entertainment, the title song, sounds almost like Black &amp; Gold by Sam Sparro. You can listen to them on Youtube and note the uncanny similarities please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ryan Tedder (the lead singer of OneRepublic and if you do not know, shame on you!) wrote the song Sleepwalker for Glambert and the intro music sounds like his All The Right Moves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His album sounds like something I heard before but luckily his catchy lyrics totally made up for it (at least for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Menswear Fashion Week&lt;/span&gt;! And I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; Burberry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12aMKPjRzI/AAAAAAAAARA/88o6xQoPGpE/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12aMKPjRzI/AAAAAAAAARA/88o6xQoPGpE/s400/bb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430666259377375026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12aL0QAB8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XO2tbKEC5q0/s1600-h/burberry-prorsum-bstge10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12aL0QAB8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XO2tbKEC5q0/s400/burberry-prorsum-bstge10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430666253473679298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm rich, like millionaire-rich, which I will be when I'm 30 years old, I will stock Burberry in my closet along with Raf Simon, Prada and Gareth Pugh THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I will get out of this hot and humid country, live in London and forever wear trench coats wherever I go. YAY I'M SO EXCITED LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have this obsession for black and white tie-dye/cloudy/dusty thinggy prints. I don't know why but when I see them I feel like I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to have them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12Zh0kgJVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zJ4VbIIW_ks/s1600-h/00240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12Zh0kgJVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zJ4VbIIW_ks/s400/00240m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430665532005164370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12Zhk9oF9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fiChHUGYUNY/s1600-h/00230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12Zhk9oF9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fiChHUGYUNY/s400/00230m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430665527815575506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it's so nice! Okay, add Alexander McQueen to the must-have list as well lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6037168371310958692?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6037168371310958692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sleepwalker-walker-walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6037168371310958692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6037168371310958692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sleepwalker-walker-walker.html' title='I&apos;m a sleepwalker, walker, walker'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/S12aMKPjRzI/AAAAAAAAARA/88o6xQoPGpE/s72-c/bb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6577248124717789583</id><published>2010-01-22T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:33:07.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF BLOCK TEST AND A TERRIBLE MOVIE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today, my block test finally ended. After five long days of misery, I'm finally free! I've got this friend, who had H2 Lit and Art in one day, so he spent six hours non-stop writing! OMG I'd rather bleed to death than to have that. But I probably won't ever get two content-based-3-hours exams in one day so yay to no bleeding to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Having one subject a day is great, but having students finishing their exam on the third day make one very envious. But they end late (5pm even), start early (8am), and have no time to study the day before. So I can at least comfort myself with the fact that I will probably score better than them in terms of content marks WEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Moreover, the art paper was the last last paper on the last day, and ended even later than ELL (which has only 4 students LOL but the Tamil Lit has only 3!). I went to school for exam and half-way there in the station I spotted students happily chatting and walking in the opposite direction, glancing past me. 'Boo you lucky hoes!' I thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anyway, after the paper I went to watch a sucky movie called Legion. It's basically a film that wastes resources, resulting in allocative inefficiency. The movie is about how God cannot stand human any longer and decided to wreck havoc to exterminate the human kind. Then of course there's angels, who are not really the type who wears a halo, white drapey toga robe and a nice pair of whitish-with-a-tinge-of-blue fluffy pretty wings. Instead, their angels wore armour, had a metal medieval spiked flail that has many modes with a control of a microphone-like-switch and steel wings that are likely to be made of Swiss knifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention they were sent down to kill us humans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this one angel, Michael, who decides to help mankind, because he saw faith in,  specifically, the lead actor's devotion to the pregnant lead actress. Oh wow, does Michael have ten thousand brains that can track billions of people at one time? And then he cuts his wings off and went on to steal half a dozens guns from what seemed like a high security storage facility guarded by one man. He was later caught by a police car happening to pass-by. But then both policemen died after killing each other. (Don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And it gets worse. It was revealed that the pregnant lead actress have a child that was the only hope for mankind's survival. Then, one after one each of the character gets killed off in a Saw-like way. And it wasn't very nice to watch, especially when they make use of children and old people (who are really really uber-scary in horror movies, I find personally) for cheap thrills, scares and gross antics. All of their deaths are as if justified for the better of the group and for mankind. But are humans really so selfless!? If they were did the movie's God really have the need to kill them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One of the most puzzling death is of a young teenage rebel-without-a-cause girl. There are three people in the car: the pregnant woman, her good 'friend' who is a guy - which everyone probably knows from the start of the movie that they are going to end up together - and the teenage girl. The car overturned while another angel Gabriel was trying to kill them. Oh ya, btw, now the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pregnant woman gave birth already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. (The giving birth scene took like about 1 minute. And it looks like the lead actress was constipated then 'POP!' the baby comes out as easily as if she was pooing. It's kind of stupid for the angel Gabriel not to ambush them at that time, 'SURPRISE!' and then kill them since they are so vulnerable) So the car overturned into the side of the road about 5m down. Both the guy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the now-not-pregnant woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and her baby are alive for some reason I could not fathom why. On the other hand, when the guy asked the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now-not-pregnant woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; whether the teenage-girl was alive, she shakes her head. The incredulous thing was that they just walked away! No wonder God wanted to kill them! The guy actually believed the woman and didn't even to bother to check whether the teenager was still alive. He just took her word for it!? SERIOUSLY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So obviously they will live on happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The movie is intensely boring. The editing was horrible. Thankfully the sound effects were not bad at all! The plot is familiar, a mash-up of L4D's gameplay and Stephen King's not-really-so-scary horror novel Cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tries to create emotional depths for the characters by having scenes where they shared with another person their personal past or dreams or whatnot. But they failed epically. The jarringly-awkward scenes made the otherwise lousy film worse than it already is, breaking away from the sequence of actions without really adding on to the suspense of the plot. It makes me want to say 'Can we just see God kill people instead?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As one critic pointed out: The movie takes itself way too goddamn seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Golden words spoken by a true wise-man indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would totally choose to watch It's Complicated, a chick-flick for the old, menopausal women (no, not really, but around that age-group). But it's fully booked all over Orchard. It's advertised so aggressively in Paris, where in every Metro Station I went to, a giant board was dedicated to advertising the movie, albeit in fabulous French, of course! So I'm really tempted to watch it. Meryl Streep is in there - thus the acting of course could not go wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess the point of the whole post is: DO NOT FREAKING WATCH LEGION - IT IS UNNECESSARY. I WOULD RATHER STUDY AND MEMORIZE THE PERIODIC TABLE AND THE MR AND ATOMIC NUMBER OF ALL ELEMENTS INCLUDING EINSTEINIUM THAN TO WATCH THE MOVIE EVER AGAIN. IT REALLY IS THAT BAD OMG MY TEN DOLLARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6577248124717789583?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6577248124717789583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6577248124717789583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6577248124717789583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-again.html' title='END OF BLOCK TEST AND A TERRIBLE MOVIE.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1010831529755403037</id><published>2010-01-07T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:21:38.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING IN LONDON AND PARIS + MY SUCKY TIMETABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I'll start Chapter 1 of my journey to Europe lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's SHOPPING! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMGWTHKKTHCBAIOMGDIE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shopping in London is so much more satisfying than shopping in Paris. There's this misconception that shopping in London and Paris is going to be very very expensive compared to shopping over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU ARE &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you shop at Topshop/Topman or whatever UK brands, it's actually 1/3 cheaper over there. This is mainly due to the fixed exchange rate fixed for UK brands sold in Singapore, which is about S$3 for £1, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because S'pore government adjust the exchange rate ER everyday &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(you learn this in ECONS doncha?)&lt;/span&gt;, now because of the recession thinggy, the ER is about S$2.4 for 1 pound. So, a jacket that would cost S$120 in Singapore now only cost £40, which is roughly S$90++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO CHEAP RIGHT? I KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I totally missed that awesome jacket but I don't regret it (maybe a little) because I don't wear jackets in a sweltering hot and humid climate like Singapore! I will not let the winter spine-chilling, bone-tingly, brain-freezing gust of icy wind cloud my judgement, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing in London is its vintage markets. And by amazing it's really amazing. There's two vintage markets, one old and one new in Spitalsfield Market, although the new building looks admittedly much older and crumbly than the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLUS: &lt;/span&gt;THERE'S A DESIGNER SAMPLE SALE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's knitwear and you need to pay 1£ to get in. So we didn't go in. But the vintage market is like a flea market, where they sell costume jewelleries for £4 each (discounted from 8 pounds LOL together our group bought like £60 - 70 of jewelleries), and the stock is like never ending, because they have tupperwares upon tupperwares of bangles, necklaces, earrings and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention: VINTAGE BRANDED COATS FOR £100+! The brands were Dior, Armani, Burberry and... YSL! For £100+! OKAY NOW SCREAM:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; AHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Paris, the things are even (comparatively) cheaper! Because of the ER of S$2 to 1€. On the day of the flight, a group of us went with our art teacher to Galleries LaFayette, where they are like S'pore's Metro, except it's more high-end and they have tiny little branded stores that stocked and sold brands like Gucci, LV, Longchamp, and every kind of imaginable branded brand there would be. Except Chanel, because I didn't see any. So, our group asked the teacher for permission the day before, she agreed and she brought us there for a mere &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; minutes of shopping, where we would 'Grab-and-go', because we were already eyeing the cheap Longchamp bags. And by '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt;' I mean we literally ran to Longchamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One actually ran to LV and bought a Damien print LV leather bag, I mean seriously? For €800! LOL! The sight of the gigantic paper bag with LOUIS VUITTON PARIS sprawled all over it already made all of us go crazy. It is actually relatively cheaper over in Paris, because in Singapore it would sell for an upward of S$3K, such a waste of good money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Longchamp story, we bought their canvas Le Pliage bags, which cost only about 40 - €70 for the tote bags and (cute) backpacks. In S'pore it cost about S$200++? So inexpensive by comparison! Some more, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Longchamp&lt;/span&gt;, which features Kate Moss in its ad campaigns!! So I bought a navy canvas Le Pliage backpack and have been using it religiously most of the time after I reached the sunny (and heatstroke-inducing) shores of Singapore when I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS// I TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE FAMOUS OXFORD ST. SHOPPING DISTRICT, where H&amp;amp;M (2nd floor for mens) held this uber-sick discount sales and I bought a lot of clothes from the shop:&lt;br /&gt;- A white tee and black plaid lines tee for £5 for both!&lt;br /&gt;- A black tee with shoulder embelishments (very Balmain-ish!!) £5!&lt;br /&gt;- A long sleeve navy button shirt (Because I need more layers LOL) £10&lt;br /&gt;- A green tee £5&lt;br /&gt;- A blue-purplish faux-vintage tee £3 OMG CHEAP PRICE NOT SEEN EVEN IN S'PORE LOL&lt;br /&gt;- A black fake leather wallet for men £5&lt;br /&gt;- And some more I cannot remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one my my classmates bought this awesome mustard-coloured skinny jeans in H&amp;amp;M and I didn't manage to find because it's at the first floor for girls... but jeans is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; unisex, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS// Actually, the purpose of this post is to talk about my new timetable in school which is just posted up on the school website. I'm just so glad that Chinese and PW are off my timetable now. I'm equally happy, when I saw that at Wednesday of Week B my lessons end at an early 12pm. Then a few hours later, I realised that Wed is actually in fact a CCA day. I mean: WTH IS WRONG WITH THE SCHOOL SYSTEM? &lt;br /&gt;Now, when I see my timetable, it is full of gaps ranging from one-hour to 3 hours! Nevertheless it's good because I will have gaps in between to finish my homeworks, even though I MAY GO HOME FREAKIN' LATEzxzxzxz!!12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, even better, I now have a new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black Wednesday A&lt;/span&gt;, where I basically have lessons and starve myself from 0730 in the morning to 1300 in the afternoon, with no breaks for recess/lunch in between whatsoever. And my Friday A is equally screwed-up, because, even though I have only 3 lessons that day, it's spread out such that my lessons start at 0900 and end at 3pm in the afternoon, with a total of 2.30hours of break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I conclude my presentation with a statement: I think my timetable SUCKS LIKE A PILE OF COWDUNG INFESTED WITH MAGGOTS AND FLIES THAT ROTS AWAY IN SOME &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ULU &lt;/span&gt;STATE IN THE USA LIKE WYOMING OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEee!!!!!!!!!! I WILL POST PHOTOS SOON IF SCHOOL REOPENS AND I'M NOT BUSY WITH MY ALEVELS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1010831529755403037?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1010831529755403037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-in-london-and-paris-my-sucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1010831529755403037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1010831529755403037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping-in-london-and-paris-my-sucky.html' title='SHOPPING IN LONDON AND PARIS + MY SUCKY TIMETABLE'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4910025264889762697</id><published>2009-12-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:28:54.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, I'm back from Paris and is doing my homework everyday now! Yay, good life, no? &lt;/sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is really a great city, but a bit paltry when compared to the most beautiful city in the world - Paris! Both cities' subway/metro are really shitty to the max, even Singapore's worse station in some ulu Green line cannot get worse than their trains. It's so difficult to even start on how terrible compared to Singapore it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their architectures + buildings + art scene + social scene + food obviously appeal to me more than Singapore. OH I FORGOT THE WEATHER. It's so cold over there you wished you were in Singapore. (And once I arrived in Singapore I wished I was back there.) But it snowed! OMG IT TOTALLY SNOWED on the last day we were in London and basically everyday we were in Paris OMG IT MADE PARIS EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but on the topic of this trip I have become very incoherent, blabbering all my thoughts and everything as fast as I can before I forget them. PARIS IS REALLY NICE I WISHED I LIVED IN CENTRAL PARIS THOUGH, THEN MOVE BACK TO S'PORE IN WINTER (since s'pore will also get a bit cooler at the end of the year) (and suburb paris is like Jurong, btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some of my 1800+ pictures I spammed soon, after I get the SD memory card reader from my teacher when school reopens on the 10 Jan I think. Since coming back from the trip I totally cannot count what day/date it is today already. And my body clock is so adjusted I still feel alert at 3am and I can't sleep BOO GMT time and sunlight thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I have said I'll be rushing my homework which I still have a whole list of to-dos. Especially art, which gave us one 1000word essay on the role of art in society and two other topics which we can mash-up and do. It's interesting to research but when typing out I realise my essay is dead - it doesn't have personality! But whatever, it's not like I'm going to be the editor-in-chief of V magazine (which is, for now, my personal favourite magazine. In other words, it owns Vogue Paris, whose editorials are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;edgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; enough for me LOL). Oh wait, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; going to be the editor-in-chief of some major publications in the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -- just kidding, I'm like interested in everything all the time (except for rap music btw). Okay I'm losing focus, like seriously from art to essay to magazine to music!? This paragraph could be a V magazine on its own because V magazine focuses on art, music, fashion, and some other thing I cannot remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop diverting omg. And stop talking to myself OMG scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for my art coursework I totally chose fashion design (i'm so born for it please kkthxbai). So I want to create like, a Project Runway collection of 13 designs, or 14 since I don't like 13 it's unlucky. Okay, which my teacher asked me to make it unwearable. I mean, okay, but I think by unwearable she meant 'really cannot be worn by anybody anytime anywhere except the mannequin because the dress is probably stuck to it', because they suggested me to 'stick cardboards on my design'... right LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't take constructive advice though. So I decided to do unwearable as in Gareth Pugh-esque unwearable-in-the-daily-common-folks-kind of fashion, like you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wear it, but you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;not want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to wear it because it's so exaggerated and avant-garde and expensive and haute couture-like because you're afraid of all the attention and spoiling it. Okay, I'll discuss with my teachers and the whole class during the art critique session soon. Okay, so I have done lingerie-inspired pieces that is very prada-givenchy-ladygaga-esque. Just to give you an idea, though. Good luck figuring it out lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there's this performance art thing that the whole of the art class (only 11 people now) have to split up in two groups to do. It's to imitate Joseph Beuys (UK artist I believed, most famous for commisioning the plantation of 1000 or 7000oak trees - I forgot) and Tang DaWu's (SG artist based in london, we were supposed to meet him during the trip but somehow we didn't) performance art which is incredibly weird. Especially Tang's work which is kinda sexual, where he draw phallus (read: penis) and eat the paper!? Anyway it's the conceptual idea that counts so I will not critic him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all because I have a sudden spontaneous urge to blog so I did and had this whole chunk of verbal diarrhea, so thanks for reading and kkthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS OH AND I would like to add how lucky our tour group (HCAEP, NJAEP and NYAEP) was since seeing after we came back there were EUROSTAR train failure (we took the train from London to Paris), massive snow storm in Paris (which we somehow didn't experience after we reached Central Paris) and some terrorist attack on the US plane (he was a student of United College of London... and we totally visited that school among the many other Universities over there). PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS IF you don't know any of the designer people just go style.com and see their Spring-Summer 10 photos or whatever. Have fun people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS AND HCAEP REVERSED IT PEACH OMG SO COOL I KNOW. BUT OURS IS COOLER, IT'S INVENTED BY ONE OF NYAEPIANS AND IT'S PRONOUNCED AS NIAP, AND YOU MUST SAY IT IN A THOU-COOLER-THAN-YER KIND OF MANNER. omg so lame I know, but funny!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4910025264889762697?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4910025264889762697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4910025264889762697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4910025264889762697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtIymihdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9kpCXlEK94/s1600/topImage4+-+Mummy%27s+Tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtIymihdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9kpCXlEK94/s400/topImage4+-+Mummy%27s+Tomb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072869331994066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtItXvk2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4bOvRY0iN-E/s1600/topImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtItXvk2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4bOvRY0iN-E/s400/topImage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072867927757666" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtItXvk2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4bOvRY0iN-E/s1600/topImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtItXvk2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4bOvRY0iN-E/s1600/topImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Oo, my cousin sent me these pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Now I'm really excited for its opening!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Egyptian theme is really fitting and awesome, because it's so uber-damn-hot in this climate, it's perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY I'M SO EXCITED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/// Left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that a pasar malam ride?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      They just made it more glam and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then introduced them as a ride!!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinosaurs' really not my thing though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4284981013580659493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SwKtfxptv5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-yK7NwMHJHE/s72-c/Universal+Studios+Spore+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-860267015355119727</id><published>2009-11-13T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:42:14.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD ROMANCE OFFICIAL VIDEO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sv1FK8sGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RVRaHEHxU1Y/s1600-h/00230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AD Romance, a new single from Lady Gaga's new extended album thinggy, The Fame: Monster, has a just-released-three-days-ago kick-ass video. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AWESOME VIDEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one that have absolutely fab clothes shoes from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alexander McQueen SS10&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;The collection is one that I totally adore as like the best collection I have seen besides YSL AW08 these few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Armadillo shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sv1FK8sGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RVRaHEHxU1Y/s1600-h/00230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sv1FK8sGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RVRaHEHxU1Y/s400/00230m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403551182306574722" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the 'armadillo' or 'elephant' or 'crab's pincers' shoes are featured as well as the heels that resembles coral reefs. The 'elephant' is the one in the gold clothes at the second part of the video. The armadillo shoes are the ones that look like a torture device ancient China women used to have, but is so cleverly-designed it makes the wearer's feet seem distorted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But it's not though, you can see the distinct shape of how the feet will fit into the shoe, as seen on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so awesome, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enjoy the video, there's a underlying story behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, for a 5 min music video, there's actually a lot of flashbacks thinggy, and it needs to be watched more than one time to understand the meaning (unless you're a genius).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-860267015355119727?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/860267015355119727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-romance-official-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/860267015355119727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/860267015355119727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-romance-official-video.html' title='BAD ROMANCE OFFICIAL VIDEO!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sv1FK8sGgYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RVRaHEHxU1Y/s72-c/00230m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1827283339041966549</id><published>2009-10-18T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:12:31.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that you, Ugly Betty!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG EVERYONE'S BELOVED UGLY BETTY IS NOW LESS UGLY!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGtEN73xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JSzlrSeAtsA/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGtEN73xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JSzlrSeAtsA/s320/2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393841981258194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGsiyz3FI/AAAAAAAAANs/lzGLaJXacts/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGsiyz3FI/AAAAAAAAANs/lzGLaJXacts/s320/3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393841972286053458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more clashing prints/colour! She have a new hairstyle, a more modern take on her red specs... And her shoes are so amazing! And it is very likely her braces will be removed by the end of this season, judging from the first dentist-dream scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new season is so much more fabulous, more drama and more evil schemes by the ever-awesome Wilhelmina Slater. And luckily, Amanda now has more screentime, she can be very hilarious while mocking Betty and acting like a total bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Lady Gaga is having a new album! Titled The Fame: Monster, apparently it is about the sordid side of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I wrote while watching muted fashion shows and I am compelled to say my music was scored for them... On my re-release The Fame Monster, I wrote about everything I didn't write on &lt;i&gt;The Fame&lt;/i&gt;. - Lady Gaga&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The album contains two discs, the Fame Side, which is her original The Fame songs and the Monster Side, which consists of 8 new songs, all written by her and sometimes other people, whoever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album covers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGt6OZtHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jpLDx-TUs-E/s1600-h/b5b0207f-e40a-4de4-bb92-c874c4e77d65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGt6OZtHI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jpLDx-TUs-E/s320/b5b0207f-e40a-4de4-bb92-c874c4e77d65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393841995755664498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGtt7vYOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dBbERCBAFPU/s1600-h/3f5a5ab0-62e8-4397-ad0f-d9f3357b6455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGtt7vYOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dBbERCBAFPU/s320/3f5a5ab0-62e8-4397-ad0f-d9f3357b6455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393841992456167650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also did perform a small part of one of the songs Bad Romance, for which the single cover thinggy is below, during her live performance in SNL, after she had a catfight with Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, watch below for the 'catfight' video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOO-W5b5nMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOO-W5b5nMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are both the real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway the song Bad Romance got leak but Lady Gaga and Perez Hilton was like 'Wait till you hear the actual one'. and Lady Gaga tweeted something like 'The leak version makes my ear bleed, wait till you hear the actual one, it's mindblowing' or something to that effect. Go and be curious and un-lazy and go read her actual tweet yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGua5q4iI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eSkoduFTnnM/s1600-h/0ad9dae6-1578-429f-a268-9c6b4201faff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGua5q4iI/AAAAAAAAAOM/eSkoduFTnnM/s320/0ad9dae6-1578-429f-a268-9c6b4201faff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393842004527079970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay but I wonder if  should buy because it's a waste of my money buying half a disc I already have. Or I can buy it as a gift for someone and  then steal the songs from them yay. Wicked idea but so brilliant. Thanks! Her album covers are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the extremely simplistic fonts that look like I can type it out myself using MSPaint on font Arial, size 48.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1827283339041966549?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1827283339041966549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-that-you-ugly-betty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1827283339041966549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1827283339041966549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-that-you-ugly-betty.html' title='Is that you, Ugly Betty!?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StrGtEN73xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/JSzlrSeAtsA/s72-c/2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6669383625386324329</id><published>2009-10-15T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:00:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ARE OVER!</title><content type='html'>Now for A'levels PW and Chinese! YAYness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be doing I&amp;amp;R, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway a week or two before I went shopping. Then I went to my cousin's new place! Uber-awesome, especially the kitchen deco. Everyone (excluding those playing mahjong...) was bored, so my relatives (lol, they sound so old) and we dressed up with our cousin's clothes (he's packing the things) and took many fab shots. We wore his 'Ltd Edition Roccobarocco Belt", the only white colour sold in Singapore he brought looooong looong ago and his versace jeans. But it's all kinda ugly and so 90s trashy look. And the pants, it could even be wore highwaisted LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... okay now on hindsight I should've been at home studying. Although I did bring my econs textbook there to study... so it's okay. and I've put in effort for my promos! A lot actually. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUIDRDmkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OREJOgRrPj0/s1600-h/10723_144590253534_760973534_2629310_4342008_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUIDRDmkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OREJOgRrPj0/s200/10723_144590253534_760973534_2629310_4342008_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392801207347812930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL TOTALLY LAME PHOTO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M WEARING MY SEQUINSHOES!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO BE WEARING THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;FOREVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUIzAux7I/AAAAAAAAANU/xXcPrHMe7CI/s1600-h/10723_144634503534_760973534_2629746_5456126_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUIzAux7I/AAAAAAAAANU/xXcPrHMe7CI/s200/10723_144634503534_760973534_2629746_5456126_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392801220164241330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY THERE'S MORE PHOTOs,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THIS IS A MODERN AND&lt;br /&gt;OPULENT RENDITION of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Urban Samsui Woman&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my cousin's LV file folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my cousin says I look like a Taoist Priest lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUJ6mbkEI/AAAAAAAAANk/4-91R3wqapE/s1600-h/madonna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUJ6mbkEI/AAAAAAAAANk/4-91R3wqapE/s200/madonna1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392801239381282882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought Madonna's new singles compilation album Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome cos it remastered some new hits like In The Groove by adding a new beat or something to it. Apparently when I hear the old and the new, the beat is obviously added in the new songs. But it's awesome, especially new songs such as Revolver. But the main single Celebration, even though its very catchy and the vocals synthesizer thinggy sounds fab, apparently her lyrics sucks. And sucky lyrics = sucky songs. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND do you remember hearing the ex-MRT women, the one who sounds local-ish as compared to the now new angmoh accent who cannot even pronounce Braddell? (Blader) I found out she was an actual real person and apparently her name is  Juanita Melson. OMG she and her pronounciation and enunciation are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to Seoul Garden at Takashimaya after my final ART theory paper woots. Ate like a bitch. Now I'm stuffed. One thing to note is to never go to TAKA after school because the fact that I need to change into nice clothes (its Orchard... not Hougang lol) means that I have to carry bitchloads of stuff  to change NOOZZX. So from now on I'm probably going there at night now after I'd changed... so I can dress up and look Fab LOL YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay see you all. Good luck to you and me for A'levels and anything else in between. ByeXO:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcTh3a-I3I/AAAAAAAAANE/sCA6cgXVh0o/s1600-h/madonna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6669383625386324329?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6669383625386324329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6669383625386324329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6669383625386324329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-over.html' title='EXAMS ARE OVER!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/StcUIDRDmkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OREJOgRrPj0/s72-c/10723_144590253534_760973534_2629310_4342008_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1653808551927219248</id><published>2009-09-04T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:22:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAVOURITE ADS.</title><content type='html'>Funny ads that are interesting and well... funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKBERRY AD ON APPLE'S IPHONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfjS6c9tBls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfjS6c9tBls&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPHONE RETALIATES BACK WITH ANOTHER AD.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness these corporations are soooooooooo rich to be involved in advertising war!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ7iGjAC03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ7iGjAC03I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MAGNUM COMMERCIALS (EVEN THOUGH IT'S IN SOME STRANGE GUATERAJOPQIE LANGUAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/agHQhv4uk7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agHQhv4uk7w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate (there's more but I can't remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; she said. Unless you know Gutagkinese... Yeah I don't know what's that either) :&lt;br /&gt;My name is Eva... How can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; resist the temptation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oAi_3F_bGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oAi_3F_bGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression is so funny especially when she sits on her 'throne' on the subway. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-MY-GOODNESS FABULOUS ADVERTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I WENT TO LADY GAGA'S CONCERT OH MY GOODNESS. Decided last minute to watch on Monday, so me and my sister went to buy the tickets to watch her concert two days later OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome and I've got the best view of the concert even if I arrived on time at 8.00. Everyone else was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lady GAGA was late... she came at 9.10. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;Start late = end late = reach home late = next day, i've got school = sleepy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, if you do read the newspapers, there are those getai singers who strip down into bra and panties halfway through performance, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL COPIED LADY GAGA. Poseur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because during the concert, she had 4 costume changes and two were very modest clothings. But guess what? She stripped into bras and panties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to lateness. So we have to listen to this lame shameless bitch DJ who beatboxed pop hits for one hour. OMG YOU CANNOT IMAGINE THE TORTURE IT HAD ON EVERYONE. So the concert lasted about 70 minutes ++? Pretty long, considering she had only 1 album LOL. And she didn't even sang all her album songs. And there were video intermissions that shared with us her alter ego... aptly named Candy Warhol. lol. POPART! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus it's awesome. Because it's Lady GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1653808551927219248?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1653808551927219248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favourite-ads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1653808551927219248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1653808551927219248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favourite-ads.html' title='MY FAVOURITE ADS.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6320398110818136804</id><published>2009-07-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:35:00.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMBELLISHMENTS IS THE NEW BLACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl8515ZAVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dhlV_gRuWDY/s1600-h/lvfall0900160m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl8515ZAVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dhlV_gRuWDY/s320/lvfall0900160m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359065679695730162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl851f411jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MThkRtmeIfU/s1600-h/mcqueen001m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl851f411jI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MThkRtmeIfU/s320/mcqueen001m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359065672849937970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl850-dqKhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uyyMg7-qyGs/s1600-h/ysl00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl850-dqKhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uyyMg7-qyGs/s320/ysl00290m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359065663877556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85G3DtP0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fdfGB1FutYI/s1600-h/ysl00270m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85G3DtP0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/fdfGB1FutYI/s320/ysl00270m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064871615676226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85G_KXwLI/AAAAAAAAAME/bwqIEZdQKJY/s1600-h/andrewgn049m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85G_KXwLI/AAAAAAAAAME/bwqIEZdQKJY/s320/andrewgn049m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064873791111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:190;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ZZLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For so many past seasons, embellishments is oh-so-common please. From Miu Miu to Prada (actually they are from the same designer Miuccia, and Miu Miu is a diffusion [read: cheaper] line, so the two brands always have the same design aesthetics) to D&amp;amp;G, obviously you see it everywhere.&lt;/span&gt; Gowns, dresses, skirts, shoes and even stockings, there is no limit to what and where you can embellish. So opulent, so unnecessary, so pretty to touch, even more pretty to look at please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85GCcqFeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nBV76rKrM3k/s1600-h/00381m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85GCcqFeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nBV76rKrM3k/s320/00381m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064857493247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85F-bNV1I/AAAAAAAAALs/eAAptqoR18A/s1600-h/00371m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85F-bNV1I/AAAAAAAAALs/eAAptqoR18A/s320/00371m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064856413427538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84EYf_OkI/AAAAAAAAALk/O158pV08fG0/s1600-h/00370m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84EYf_OkI/AAAAAAAAALk/O158pV08fG0/s320/00370m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063729541429826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84D3MWobI/AAAAAAAAALc/72z04Sd54ac/s1600-h/00360m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84D3MWobI/AAAAAAAAALc/72z04Sd54ac/s320/00360m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063720600707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84DdRJUTI/AAAAAAAAALU/EPHi2tfkoe8/s1600-h/00340m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84DdRJUTI/AAAAAAAAALU/EPHi2tfkoe8/s320/00340m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063713641484594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84DH0SNuI/AAAAAAAAALM/I08CBVvR0a4/s1600-h/00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84DH0SNuI/AAAAAAAAALM/I08CBVvR0a4/s320/00290m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063707883288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84CuwLwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/YoHp6Z1vvro/s1600-h/0dg0130m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl84CuwLwcI/AAAAAAAAALE/YoHp6Z1vvro/s320/0dg0130m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063701155201474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85GaRL5HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/40__fYSytTg/s1600-h/00470m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl85GaRL5HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/40__fYSytTg/s320/00470m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064863887582322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top left to right then to next row:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;1. AW2009 LOUIS VUITTON&lt;br /&gt;2. SS2009 ALEXANDER MCQUEEN&lt;br /&gt;3. AW2008 YVES SAINT LAURENT&lt;br /&gt;4. AW2008 YVES SAINT LAURENT&lt;br /&gt;5. SS2009 ANDREW GN&lt;br /&gt;6. AW2009 PRADA&lt;br /&gt;7. AW2009 PRADA&lt;br /&gt;8. AW2009 MIU MIU&lt;br /&gt;9. AW2009 MIU MIU&lt;br /&gt;10. AW2009 MIU MIU&lt;br /&gt;11. AW2009 PRADA&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;AW2009 D&amp;amp;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;13. SS2009 LOUIS VUITTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture credits:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; style.com&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/1685438198832475504-6320398110818136804?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6320398110818136804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/embellishments-is-new-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6320398110818136804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6320398110818136804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/embellishments-is-new-black.html' title='EMBELLISHMENTS IS THE NEW BLACK'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sl8515ZAVfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dhlV_gRuWDY/s72-c/lvfall0900160m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2053791413439954429</id><published>2009-07-05T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:38:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LADY GAGA!</title><content type='html'>Lady GAGA is coming this August 12 yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a Wednesday. Biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway will see if there's any exam or test that week before buying the ticket. It's free seating, some more, and early bird get priority queue omgness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of her, there's this remix of Lady GAGA and Marilyn Manson LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjNDHqS7ieM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjNDHqS7ieM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't any much Mr. Manson&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; I don't care about him. But the remix is wickedly cool, totally!&lt;br /&gt;It makes you really want to dance, so bursting with seething dance-floor electropop energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Manson's voice is so haunting and he looks horrifying during red carpet events lool. *Shudders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2053791413439954429?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2053791413439954429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2053791413439954429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2053791413439954429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html' title='LADY GAGA!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3118211021720576227</id><published>2009-07-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:50:46.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention?</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, that I'm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UOB 28th Painting of the Year Competition Most Promising Young Artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know. And it all feels, like, so surreal or something, because apparently I have never won any competition before, so yay, finally. I'm scared it's all fake or something LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3118211021720576227?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3118211021720576227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-mention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3118211021720576227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3118211021720576227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-mention.html' title='Did I mention?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5112597174249235249</id><published>2009-06-18T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:18:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my goodness.</title><content type='html'>In life, I'm always obsessed about some things. So today I'll be talking about my current obsessions - with pictures, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsession 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handphone with QWERTY slide-out keyboard - awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except most of them cost SGD$1000+... boo those '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ho&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjoipBCJwII/AAAAAAAAAKE/NaJqxB1pWqk/s1600-h/prada-2-kf900-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjoipBCJwII/AAAAAAAAAKE/NaJqxB1pWqk/s320/prada-2-kf900-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625595503329410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          omg the most awesome slide-out phone - ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                 not to mention i'm a brandwhore, therefore prada phone rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                 and it wins hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjoio68UJJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rLhA6iSrbgg/s1600-h/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjoio68UJJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rLhA6iSrbgg/s320/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625593868231826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     actually LGPRADA looks so much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjoioijt4jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bioUSo4mM0U/s1600-h/htctouchpro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjoioijt4jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bioUSo4mM0U/s320/htctouchpro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625587322610226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     or this. and this looks kind of gross, and flat. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjoiojRURsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4sB7eNHKEYc/s1600-h/xperia-x1-at-cebit-2008-2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjoiojRURsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4sB7eNHKEYc/s320/xperia-x1-at-cebit-2008-2-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348625587513870018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Quite fugly (actually extremely) when compared to the others above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PRADA PHONE YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBSESSION 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARETH PUGH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;extremely awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MENSWEAR OMGOMGOMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjojova7H8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lNIoEnIQ9RE/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjojova7H8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lNIoEnIQ9RE/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348626690287017922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg amazing jacket.&lt;br /&gt;and pants.&lt;br /&gt;and boots&lt;br /&gt;omg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjojoa8Aw_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pR7r0yJCckc/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/Sjojoa8Aw_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pR7r0yJCckc/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348626684788655090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg the pants is breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;(not really, it's awesome but I can't keep using awesome, can I?)&lt;br /&gt;and the fur vest ahhhhh-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjojoBfUVYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/csYwiw-kafk/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjojoBfUVYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/csYwiw-kafk/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348626677957416322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the jacket's shoulder part is omg-ness.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the pants&lt;br /&gt;and the shoes omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjojnqofhrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KNan_a-P-Po/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjojnqofhrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KNan_a-P-Po/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348626671821883058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjokC5df7QI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ek1XH3B6WNE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjokC5df7QI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ek1XH3B6WNE/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348627139658771714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg this jacket is seriously the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most awesome&lt;/span&gt; thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/fall/main/europe/menrunway/garethpugh/images/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 376px;" src="http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/fall/main/europe/menrunway/garethpugh/images/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg this trench coat-like jackets with the buttons is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OH-MY-GOODNESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/fall/main/europe/menrunway/garethpugh/images/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 388px;" src="http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/fall/main/europe/menrunway/garethpugh/images/24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the boots are super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;the jacket is super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; but lol @ the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;RODARTE! &lt;/span&gt;(pronounced ro-dar-tay... i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjokDdsQFBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ms5wRhXmITA/s1600-h/00190m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjokDdsQFBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ms5wRhXmITA/s320/00190m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348627149384324114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing collection. Actually, all their collections are fab!&lt;br /&gt;The brand is like so famous already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; it started only in 2005. It's designed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulleavy sisters&lt;/span&gt;. omg awesome - whoever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full show, you can go to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rodarte.com &lt;/span&gt;for their AW09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woots to the hip-high boots. it's like, stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current obsessions are all so awesome right? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;For the full Gareth Pugh collection go &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/fall/main/europe/menrunway/garethpugh/#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gareth Pugh rocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rodarte and the Mulleavy sisters rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so excited (lol) that I don't even think about the QWERTY slide-out phone anymore yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to wait one year then I'll buy my QWERTY phone woots. Then the price will be so much cheaper yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There - my very long post. Thanks to the loads of pictures. I have just posted one month worth of stuff - so goodbye. I'll be preparing for my mid-year exams. And PW proposal thing. And my big-ass UOB painting for the 28th UOB competition. Yay. See you next time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5112597174249235249?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5112597174249235249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5112597174249235249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5112597174249235249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-goodness.html' title='oh my goodness.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SjoipBCJwII/AAAAAAAAAKE/NaJqxB1pWqk/s72-c/prada-2-kf900-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8521986945934881636</id><published>2009-06-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:35.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>my current obsessively-favourite video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2en6nZEycM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2en6nZEycM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="deeppink"&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt; is awesome! yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8521986945934881636?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8521986945934881636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8521986945934881636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8521986945934881636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-241881464715829170</id><published>2009-05-29T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>lol this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not to mention I hate GP to the nth degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after reading &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I feel so much more fortunate and thankful for my life... because these people have a crap of the life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I bought a top with some other things. I went to the restroom and had diarrhea, but there was no toilet paper in the stall. I had to use the receipt from the store. I then realized the clerk hadn't put the top in the bag. I needed that receipt to get the top. FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just really crappy situation. Sucks. - Guy 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha that suckss&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1 - that was a bad pun hahaha - Guy 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZLMAO. Evil but wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-241881464715829170?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/241881464715829170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/241881464715829170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/241881464715829170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4782390486003787245</id><published>2009-05-26T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PJ: I can't go if it's in the June holidays because my mid-year exams are after june holidays. My school is so smart, right? So we'll have to study even during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bifang: Class outing? Lol you organize can/ Because btw, i'm also the chairperson of my new class, and they also asked me to do a class outing, which I hate so much because I hate planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, the point is I think we should have picnic in Marina Barrage!! So cool, right? yay I gave the idea liao so whoever wants to plan go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. EDIT: Oh ya, i forgot LOL, my school holidays are between 1june for the next 4 weeks, so i think it's until 1 july~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4782390486003787245?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4782390486003787245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4782390486003787245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4782390486003787245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/replies.html' title='replies'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2860874605315905774</id><published>2009-05-25T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi i'm cheena cos I'm in nanyang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi hi~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm going to reply to tags because I can, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bifang I totally forgot your existence!! LOL just kidding! Thanks for finding that funny yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Grace I take Chem, Art, Econs and Maths. Oh and I'm in AEP. I always mention that because it's like, so great or something that I can haolian pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kaiyuan Physics is going to become harder and harder as times goes by so yea: muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, I totally hate my chem and maths. I totally love econs but then I like failed my first test anyway LOLOL. oh it's because my econs teacher is an indian and her accent is really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probable = Pro-bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume/Consume or anything that ends with -sume = Asshiume, Conshiume, or -shium.&lt;br /&gt;And she does the exact same pronouncation as Miss Rina of both, earth etc, is that a trend or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi PJ! Yay I'm also just borderline passing my tests. Except for maths though, but I really hate maths now anyway LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It 陶冶 my 心情 and it actually helps reduces stress! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  I need to do oil paint though, so the marginal utility of oil painting has a high opportunity cost of using it, and it exists many close substitutes such as acrylic paint, thus it has a price elastic demand.  It's because having to breathe in the fumes during oil painting and the toxic turpentine probably makes me now a little more smarter than paris hilton, i.e. My IQ probably freefell 80points to godknows what else is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and BTW, my PE teacher let me retake my sit-and-reach again and I got 36 yay so I passed kkthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this funny thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Litespeed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;E-Learning Portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(If you have problems logging in, try resetting your NYX password and try again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the problem persists, please email Mr Vijay for assistance.) &lt;br /&gt;Then I scroll over Mr Vijay and his email is damn long! LOL good luck for hacking into his account by typing his email on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because the email is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;vijayakumaram_jeyakumaram@moe.edu.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG seriously. But I wanted to email him because litespeed was not working for like, 1 week. They claimed they just fixed it but apparently not 'cos it doesn't even freaking load finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DISCLAIMER And by reading this you are agreeing to not take any actions, legal or otherwise, against me pls. And you cannot sue me too. Because the person's name is really long and I'm not being racist pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because if there was a Caucasian or Chinese with uber-long names I would have added them there too, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So bye!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kkthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2860874605315905774?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2860874605315905774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-i-cheena-cos-i-in-nanyang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2860874605315905774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2860874605315905774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-i-cheena-cos-i-in-nanyang.html' title='hi i&amp;#39;m cheena cos I&amp;#39;m in nanyang.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5896436071640846471</id><published>2009-05-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our school had a NAPFA test (real one, pls). Anyway, I got D and above for every stations except for my failed sit-and-reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, for boys we must get at least D for every station, not E, to be considered as a 'pass'. It's because of something called "NS", which is really unnecessary if the government decide to invest in nuclear bomb. Then in any war we will auto-win already please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Sit-and-reach is the most stupid and dumbest station ever. And I failed by 4 cm! This is ridiculous. If war came, do we really need to sit down straight, bend over and hide from the bomb, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! But at least my 2.4KM run improved... a lot. I got 11:47 LOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm the slowest boy in my class. So can you imagine that!? All the boys run so fast OMG!! We're proz pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to waste my time going to Yio Chu Kang stadium to watch my school vs VJC in volleyball on Monday. Do I really care about something that doesn't really affect my results or my achievements!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really like my school's way of teaching... Very undedicated, rushed and tiring. One period we can have a lecture at 1st floor, then next period we'll be up at the 5th floor for GP or something like that, we need to climb UP and DOWN, UP and DOWN again and again and again and again Every class should have their own classroom, and if there really isn't any space then don't accept like, 1000+ students and then stress everyone out because there really is a lot of lousy and incompetent teachers in the school, but I can't say who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that, and my timetable ends on average on... 5pm LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this Black Friday for me once every two weeks (because my school's timetable is biweekly), on which from 7.30am to 2.30pm I have no break at all! Add that to the hourly routine workout I'll probably become as skinny as the jobless and homeless and train-wreck Lindsay Lohan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, three cheers to burnout before this year even ends. I must start meditating away the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMMM~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally a post in 2months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And thank goodness I didn't take physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5896436071640846471?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5896436071640846471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/napfa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5896436071640846471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5896436071640846471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/napfa.html' title='NAPFA'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5145059140532554560</id><published>2009-05-09T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay it's Mother's Day I'm making my card now and I'm going out later LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even finished any of my homework yet... I have practically wasted my Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I'll finish it anyway so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5145059140532554560?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5145059140532554560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5145059140532554560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5145059140532554560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-day.html' title='Happy Mother&amp;#39;s Day!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8349636254404860821</id><published>2009-04-18T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>I'm so busy with my homeworks that I'm updating my blog with this lame sentence. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8349636254404860821?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1796150219784139187</id><published>2009-04-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey HEY~!</title><content type='html'>OMG Today's PE was uber-fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was AEP Club, where my arm was vandalised by markers... and we camwhored using the MAC Computer's Photobooth, so fuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I (finally) thought of what to do for my PI weee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1796150219784139187?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1796150219784139187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1796150219784139187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1796150219784139187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey.html' title='hey HEY~!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7871378511643861061</id><published>2009-04-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO SELF:</title><content type='html'>I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CHEMISTRY, I LIKE CHEMISTRY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I LUURRRRVVVEEEE CHEMISTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little self-hypnosis always work wonders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7871378511643861061?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7871378511643861061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7871378511643861061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7871378511643861061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/note-to-self.html' title='NOTE TO SELF:'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2401504072727792923</id><published>2009-04-04T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM CYCLE 12</title><content type='html'>I'm watching ANTM Cycle 12 now, and I am totally rooting for Celia Ammerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of her photos:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm12-models/3/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I rooting for her? Because she totally embodies the PRADA woman within, lol. Seriously, you can see her in a Prada advertisement campaign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You compare the photos above and go to PRADA.COM and she can easily fit into any of those girls for Prada AW08 and SS09. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD she should win! But she should change her name lol. Celia doesn't sound exotic or supermodel enough. Examples of supermodels are Gisele Bündchen, Claudia Schiffer, Adriana Lima, Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, Twiggy etcetera. Sounds so exotic, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Twiggy, who is probably old now and looking, er, twig-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, and you should support Celia too! And for Cycle 11 obviously I knew who won so there's no fun in supporting someone whom I know will win anyway (McKey Sullivan). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. !!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2401504072727792923?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2401504072727792923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/antm-cycle-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2401504072727792923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2401504072727792923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/antm-cycle-12.html' title='ANTM CYCLE 12'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6008100549555114096</id><published>2009-04-03T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T STAND...</title><content type='html'>..WHEN DICTIONARY GIVES ME AMBIGUOUS MEANINGS THAT DOESN'T EVEN LET ME UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT WORD MEANS AT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for definition of implication (to check whether there's any positive/negative implications thinggy). Anyway, this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im·pli·ca·tion  (mpl-kshn)&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. The act of implicating or the condition of being implicated.&lt;br /&gt;2. The act of implying or the condition of being implied.&lt;br /&gt;3. Something that is implied, especially:&lt;br /&gt;a. An indirect indication; a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;b. An implied meaning; implicit significance.&lt;br /&gt;c. An inference. See Usage Note at infer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you asking me what does &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eaten&lt;/span&gt; means, and then I 'explain' to you that eaten is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the act of eating what you have ate just now, lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, if I do not know what implication is, then definitely I would not know what the meaning of imply would be, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why would they keep using the root word to explain the different tenses of the same word all the time!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do they actually get to publish a dictionary!? WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And quote of the day for my cloning essay: Critics say, "One of me is quite enough, and one of Adolf Hitler was too many. There's 5.4 billion of us. Why make more?" . LOL omg so witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL quote 2 for cloning: "It is absolutely inevitable that groups are going to try to clone a human being. But they are going to create a lot of dead and dying babies along the way," proclaimed Thomas Murray... right. But witty as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 3 for cloning, "If God Had Meant For Us To Clone Humans, He Wouldn't Have Given Us Genitals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS IS THE WITTIEST but should I put it in my essay to excite GP teacher like an 'excited'-state of an atom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's *Applause*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6008100549555114096?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6008100549555114096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6008100549555114096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6008100549555114096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-stand.html' title='I CAN&amp;#39;T STAND...'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2421821589248977283</id><published>2009-04-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put post title here, bitch.</title><content type='html'>Hey~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played BB today, omg so strange! But anyway, I finally got to touch the ball! Woots LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I need to find skinny bitches for my art project, so please volunteer! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you are a guy but you look like a girl anyway, please volunteer as well, I just need your body (not naked pls) for the posture and the face does not really matter if you have a beard or does not even remotely look model-esque. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always something magical called Photoshop CS4. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byezzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2421821589248977283?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2421821589248977283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/put-post-title-here-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2421821589248977283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2421821589248977283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/put-post-title-here-bitch.html' title='put post title here, bitch.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4010216967074775315</id><published>2009-03-28T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR, WHAT'S THAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just missed Earth Hour by 5 minutes (or probably more after I finished typing this post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have switched off the living room's light already. I'll keep my bedroom light on, thank you very much. Because apparently it is already energy-saving and one hour of switching it off doesn't really save&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a lot&lt;/span&gt; of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other reason is that I'm alone in my house and I'll be seriously scared of using the computer in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't really get the thing with Earth Hour, because apparently 1) many people do not know about it and 2) one hour of switching off your lights doesn't really inculcate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'green'&lt;/span&gt; values and embed it into our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say that? Obviously everyone living opposite my block hasn't heard of Earth Hour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;! And it's already ending soon!1 (since it's only an hour, after all). Every body living opposite my block defiantly switch on their lights in full blast and the houses which are not light up, the owners are probably going on a night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sucking promos for Earth Hour!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to further my stand any longer or provide opposing perspective lol. So make do with what I have and hopefully my propaganda will lead you to hate this Earth Hour too!1 Though I don't necessarily hate it, I just don't like to be left out of this Earth Hour thing and I also don't like to be scared lol. So I'll rather be left out than be scared, thank you very much. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4010216967074775315?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4010216967074775315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-what-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4010216967074775315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4010216967074775315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-what-that.html' title='EARTH HOUR, WHAT&amp;#39;S THAT?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2180447086612109758</id><published>2009-03-25T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg?</title><content type='html'>omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally thought of an idea to do my Starvation theme painting OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today I misplaced my freaking wallet! So uber-careless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then some shitty butthole decide to take the money inside the wallet but then still leave my wallet behind in the toilet!! &lt;s&gt;Boo you whore whoever you are!!&lt;/s&gt; Okay I'll not scold the person as Mengkei say. Instead, he will fail his A'levels, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily it was still returned to the General Office's lost and found box wee! And then the person still needed to test whether it was really my wallet... by asking me to repeat my NRIC numbers. omg so embarrasing. But I was so happy, the cleaner found my wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks CLEANER whoever you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2180447086612109758?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2180447086612109758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2180447086612109758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2180447086612109758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title='omg?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4963882542658246468</id><published>2009-03-21T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>I'd bought a new frame for my MCR poster! Finally, I spotted one in IKEA yesterday and bought the 70x100cm black frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the poster in... 2007 &lt;s&gt;December 13&lt;/s&gt; Oppsie, it's 11 DEC WTH I forgotten (lol)! Totally remember the date, it was MCR's only concert in Singapore, which was considerably pathetic to have only one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's the picture of my frame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/ScTH0veMF9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SJ0lY3wmbbI/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/ScTH0veMF9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SJ0lY3wmbbI/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315593169114240978" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/ScTHHJjeYGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jd4jliziw2k/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/ScTHHJjeYGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jd4jliziw2k/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315592385841750114" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fab, right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my room is so freaking messy right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4963882542658246468?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4963882542658246468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4963882542658246468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4963882542658246468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/ScTH0veMF9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SJ0lY3wmbbI/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-722375739532053878</id><published>2009-03-20T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>This person is so good lol:&lt;br /&gt;S/He painted Mona Lisa using MSPAINT wth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk2sPl_Z7ZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uk2sPl_Z7ZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-722375739532053878?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/722375739532053878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/722375739532053878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/722375739532053878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg_20.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5610272765538631201</id><published>2009-03-12T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust or Must?</title><content type='html'>So basically I'm going to wait for one more year for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xperia&lt;/span&gt; to become relatively &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt;... hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST &lt;/span&gt;(is not out yet!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 149px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f3/N97_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 206px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/95/SE_Xperia-X1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm going for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;... maybe. I'll see muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need a laptop seriously. Yay, I'll see whether I can buy one at this sunday's IT fair, which will be jammed-packed with humans, mostly fat uncles booo! If you're not buying get your fatass out of that place you kaypoh uncles and aunties. Sale only need to crowd all around this place issit!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since school have free wifi I might as well exploit it by buying a wifi-enabled phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5610272765538631201?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5610272765538631201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/lust-or-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5610272765538631201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5610272765538631201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/lust-or-must.html' title='Lust or Must?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-736488117183111893</id><published>2009-02-27T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW?</title><content type='html'>HOW? I have got careless mistakes for my MATH TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMOGMOMGOM!! Suddenly the sky seems to be crashing down!! BOO! I got careless &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MISTAKES&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the brighter side, Ms Hew actually said that my photos was 'pretty good'. Maybe because I don't have any arts background, or maybe my photos are really 'pretty good', so as to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You want to see my photos? TOO BAD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY LAZINESS HAS OVERCOME ME AND I SUDDENLY NEED TO GRID OUT MY NEW PAINTING~&lt;br /&gt;BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-736488117183111893?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/736488117183111893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/736488117183111893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/736488117183111893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/how.html' title='HOW?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8983739139763065762</id><published>2009-02-27T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW?</title><content type='html'>HOW? I have got careless mistakes for my MATH TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMOGMOMGOM!! Suddenly the sky seems to be crashing down (lol) !! BOO! I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;careless mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, Ms Hew actually said that my photos was 'pretty good'. Maybe because I don't have any arts background, or maybe my photos are really 'pretty good', so as to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to see my photos? TOO BAD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LAZINESS HAVE OVERCOME ME AND I SUDDENLY NEED TO GRID OUT MY NEW PAINTING~&lt;br /&gt;BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8983739139763065762?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8983739139763065762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/how_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8983739139763065762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8983739139763065762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/how_27.html' title='HOW?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6102983794278758460</id><published>2009-02-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my targets:</title><content type='html'>Below is my humble targets for ALevels and probably every other tests and exams in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP------- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;MT------- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;PW------- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;CHEM----- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;ECON----- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;MATH----- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;ARTS----- A ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE! Why are your targets like that? Because I'm going to YALE! Like Blair wee~! And it's the top university in the world please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; interested in Law. LOL. Lawl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6102983794278758460?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6102983794278758460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-targets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6102983794278758460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6102983794278758460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-targets.html' title='my targets:'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5827348170313782664</id><published>2009-02-26T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!</title><content type='html'>I hate being so stressed up on the second week of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people (like you GINIE!!) think I'm so slack since I'm not doing my CHEM lol. But yay, I'm doing my Art photo thinggy. And for AEP Club, although it's technically an excuse for another extra lesson, I'm doing stop-motion animation WeeeeZ!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extreme fun, and my group's concept is so surreal and we seriously do not know how to even start out whiteboard animation... Good luck to those doing paper animation, though I think it'll actually be ironically easier and apparently we do not need to waste so much marker inks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot at all fathom that you actually read until here. Is my blog really that interesting? Yes. Is my blog so fascinating? Obviously yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, rhetorical questions! You are dismissed my minions. BB! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5827348170313782664?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5827348170313782664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5827348170313782664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5827348170313782664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title='hey!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1931642879758361105</id><published>2009-02-24T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A NEW POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had PE today and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Art Photog project&lt;br /&gt;2. MRP on Mr. Mas!&lt;br /&gt;3. something else I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have really many homeworks, just that I don't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Yay this post have no offending words! Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.s And this ridiculous company took away my name domain for my future dedicated fansite: http://www.sengchoon.com/. Boo them, especially so since they are an engineering company EWWW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1931642879758361105?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1931642879758361105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1931642879758361105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1931642879758361105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_24.html' title='HI!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2610358971489796591</id><published>2009-02-23T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:14:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIZXZ.</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;blog now! I have one for like, 2 years, maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS&lt;/span&gt; my NYJC friends can't know. So here I'll bitch about my JC life (or no-life LOL). And on the other I'll make sure it's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!@@!#ZZXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME,&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIP BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLXXZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2610358971489796591?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2610358971489796591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hizxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2610358971489796591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2610358971489796591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hizxz.html' title='HIZXZ.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-68808486726767211</id><published>2009-02-22T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;I cut my hair, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now my hair looks fugly and I look like a butch ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WEEEE~~&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/1685438198832475504-68808486726767211?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/68808486726767211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/68808486726767211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/68808486726767211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_22.html' title='hi!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1565580156622532155</id><published>2009-02-21T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;After listening to other people joining rifle or dance, I think that suddenly my CCA sucks! ROFL, only when in comparison, not in itself pleassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I WANT TO JOIN GUZHENG LOLZZZ. It sounds so fun, so if I can, I will go on Saturdays only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then next time when I graduate of JC, they will call me 'the over-achiever', the person who excelled in both his CCAs and got As for all of his subjects! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And AEP is like really stressful, especially when people around you got A1 for O'level for their Arts... Scary! But luckily there are students there who, like me, have got no prior O' arts training at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And GP sucks! The teacher is really weird. The only thing that keeps me alive is probably living to attend another Art, Chemistry or Math lessons. But we're studying Art history now, like EW! But at least I have got a book which have everything about art history to seeing things visually and stuff. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the thing with Art is that during the CCA introduction we have got this game, which basically helps us to crap through our SOVA to get A's. So they put random things inside the box and we are supposed to speak of those things in an artistic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So basically in JC what we learn in GP, PW and Art is basically how you can make a simple sentence like 'I live in Singapore' to a fully blown-up and elaborated into 'I am a Singapore citizen so in all sense of the word I live in Singapore. And indeed I have lived in this multi-racial and fascinating country for more than fifteen years. The harmonious lifestyle we lead with neighbours of different races is also an extremely stressful one. But all I can ever say and could ever say is that I am truly and extensively thankful for the fact that I was born and raised in a safe country like Singapore' or anything to that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm doing this Art project where we have to take photos regarding the different themes, like the 'Eccentric Me', or 'Conceptual Me' or anything that is all-in-all really difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In conclusion, I'm going to post long posts from now on. It's good to know that with so many words and sentences conjoined together I didn't have any mistakes, gramatically-wise, but vocabulary-wise I have a whole essays choke full of it! Yay this phenomenon is called juxtaposition. But since nobody in my class know my blog, I can crap about them yay. But luckily that are all friendly and human-ly, not exactly cold and heartless and 'I will stab you if you get a better grade than me' kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;bR&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1565580156622532155?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1565580156622532155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1565580156622532155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1565580156622532155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_21.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5021115028927817400</id><published>2009-02-19T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What? How did Louis find my blog? Did he learnt my special technique as well... of googling NYJC? So smart, like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I think NYJC is actually quite a good school, except for the pronunciation of the principal. Seriously. And AEP Club is like the best club ever please! The seniors are all so crazy and madzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I forgotten what I'll be ranting today. I forgotten this really great idea that I want to rant about. So bye, bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5021115028927817400?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5021115028927817400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5021115028927817400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5021115028927817400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8444229621201785787</id><published>2009-02-13T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SUDDENLY LIKE MY SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BECAUSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There really isn't any rules in our school, as long as you behave appropriately the teachers don't care about you. But it's hard to say so now... because I really haven't seen any teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm like, so pro pl0xx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The orientation camp was fabulous!! It was entirely organised by the student council and there was not a teacher in sight anywhere throughout the whole camp! And the best thing was: students do not have to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The mass dance is so complicated and so awesome. And we learnt like 3 mass dance, 'HOTNCOLD', 'HSM'S A NIGHT TO REMEMBER' and then the traditional cheesy 60's love song which honestly I'd never heard of. They have got chacha (the MC said: Our Chacha is Latin kind." Woah!), lots of spins and slutty dance moves for girls. But the guys' one is kind of boring but so complicated pls! Then they combine both girls and boys together as a couple, not like we dance individually. That's why there's the spin &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The WET GAMES on the last day ROCKS pls. The best would probably be 'The Waterfall', where they put a plastic mat about the size of half a basketball court on a slope. Then they pour 20L bottles worth of MAMALEMON down the slope, then added water. Lots of water. And because MAMA-LEMON is a alkaline it is uber-slippery. And then they asked each team to climb up. SO CRAZY! BUT SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The school's DISCO NIGHT is killer. I thought it would be lame, like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some school&lt;/span&gt;. BUT NO! They really got disco ball! 3, to be exact! And those spotlight thinggy. And then the disco lasers! And then there's aircon blasting full speed in the hall. It was AWESOME! And there were so much danceoffs! And trainsz! Although it's a bit lame... BUT THE MUSIC ROCKS. Their AVA club rocks please, they have those machines that can speed up or slow down songs, then they edited the music into remixes. and the music is greeeaattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUDDENLY LIKE MY SCHOOL A LOT! BUT MAYBE NOT SO MUCH AFTER NEXT WEEK, WHEN SCHOOL REALLY STARTS. &amp;amp;*%$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Shall I add that the MCs are super high and funny? What they say were impromtu and Louis, one of the many MCs was uber-funny. Let me put it this way: He have got a self-depreciating sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. And you know, one of the previously-in-Chung-Cheng-Secondary friend told me that their top student got 9 A1s and 1 B3, then the EL was B3. You might think: WOW! But then I realise I got the same L1R5 as him/her! Yay! 3+5=8 points! But then he have got HCL... But anyway I got the same raw score as him can already. YESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8444229621201785787?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8444229621201785787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8444229621201785787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8444229621201785787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title='hi!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1995219672071308190</id><published>2009-02-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG I want to type so many things today, and my post below is so unfinished, with no proper conclusion and my points are flying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But shall I talk about my already fabulous JC life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's so fun please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And since I'm in AEP, I'm automatically enrolled into AEP club lol! But as luck has it I can join on more CCA, so yay, maybe Tennis or Squash, since my school have a squash room (I found two during Orientation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or maybe Badminton, but probably it will collapse once more, and I totally suck at Badminton. I think Tennis will be the same, except the ball is much bigger and not as 'airy' or 'light' or 'fluffy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what if the ball hits me? THAT IS THE PROBLEM! The bigger the ball the more afraid of it I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that I have gone out of point in this post again, I decided not to post about my JC life, since the adjective 'fabulous' probably gives you a pretty good idea. And I'm probably not going to post anything about my school, cause it really sucks to think that I could have made it to NJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And if you tell me it's the same, both are quite good JCs, except the NJC is better, that's the point, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NYJC may be good, but really, NJC is so much better. A good JC brings you far, unlike secondary school, which really doesn't matter which one you go to. That's what everyone says, from my ex-teachers to my paternal-side cousin and his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And more paternal side cousins, all of whom have this hereditary nose which many people thought that they had work done. I mean please! Just because we have fabulous, sharp and sharp (that's the only word I can think of) nose, doesn't mean it's being worked on lol! But one of my patcousins have a really fake-looking nose LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But please to people who are going into JCs, cutoff points do not determine the excellence of the school please! Look at their value-addedness and their achievements and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But why NYJC and not TJC or VJC? Duh! Because they have no AEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1995219672071308190?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1995219672071308190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1995219672071308190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1995219672071308190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6519474157740836349</id><published>2009-02-09T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I hate the HOD of Arts! He's so evvvil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He told my one sentence which condemned me into eternal regret: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He: "You know, with your points you might make it into National JC through JAE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: *smiles sweetly, secretly hiding my dagger which I was about to stab into him multiple times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL! Nah I'm just joking, the HOD is really kind and polite and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I'm still obsessed with NJC, and on their Wiki-page, guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_jc#Notable_Alumni"&gt;Click here for the list of Notable Alumnis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What the heck in the world is Jeanette Aw doing in the list? and PM LEE? I should have studied in NJC, then I can sign up for their AEP too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then maybe get a role in the next Little Nyonya as Juxiang, but in the twenty-first century. Where the vicious Tuaji from the reputable Huang's family slap Juxiang, Juxiang can use the internet and more understandable sign language to complain! And then next day the headlines will splash about their dirty laundry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH MY GOD I'M SUCH A GENIUS I CAN BE A SCRIPTWRITER NOW TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and then, in order to fix their reputation, they hold a press release where they sarcastically replied each other's answers. Then Tuaji got so furious and slap her, they continued to slapping each other in hell frenzy front of the media for 5 minutes LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But wait, they can't actually sarcastically reply to each other because... Juxiang is a mute ROFL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then maybe Juxiang slaps Tuaji after Tuaji took advantage of Juxiang being a mute by pushing the blame to Juxiang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the slapping frenzy begins once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YAY TO MORE SLAPPING SHOWDOWN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6519474157740836349?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6519474157740836349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6519474157740836349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6519474157740836349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_09.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5929630608417859992</id><published>2009-02-08T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THIS &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CRAP&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY MP3's diskspace IS FULL!!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOOZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5929630608417859992?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5929630608417859992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5929630608417859992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5929630608417859992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what_08.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-2704306505901751239</id><published>2009-02-06T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shall I tell you the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Tale of Curious SC and his JC&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me slowly retell this tale to you now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, SC felt like going to JC. He MSN-ed his known online friends and tell them lol. And then he probably mass SMSed his friends too. In confusion and deep puzzlement he asked his mother, "What will you say if I want to study JC?" Mother shrieked in an excited manner (lol!), "Yess!!! I would most definitely wished you want to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, he went to work. Then he decided to send his appeal on that day. But he did not, for he did not decide which JC he wants to go to, and is still puzzled and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, he sent an online appeal to NYJC (thank christ for hi-tech JC unlike my secondary school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, 9am, the Arts teacher Miss Hew called. But it was a missed call, for SC was out having breakfast/brunch. Was it fate that he could not get into the JC? Not really, because he called back the teacher, and guess what? The teacher said: Could you please come down for a short test and also bring your portfolio as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well said! But sadly, almost everything in my portfolio is undone, but I brought it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; 4.30pm, WHAM! SHAMLALA! BAMMED!, he is a student of NYJC, even though he doesn't really exist in the database and the ezlink still charge a friggin' 0.71cents for a 5-stop short trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So he went to school on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, and guessed what subjects he taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- AEP Arts H2/H3 (I'm like so proud I'm taking H3 pleassseee, because it's compulsory, but that's not the point, it's because I can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- H2 ECONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- H2 CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- H2 MATHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- and everything else that comes with those strings attached when you go to JC... like FRIGGIN' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EWWWWZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and originally I wanted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;H2 English Language Studies&lt;/span&gt; instead of Econs, but they say I have to take another test for that, so this school is turning out to be a bitch again. But at least aalll the teachers have a sense of humour, unlike you-know-what-school, but if you are affiliated to that you-know-what-school you are agreeing to lose all rights once you read this blog. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND NOOOZ, I'M GOING TO DIE IN ART BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE SECONDARY ART BACKGROUND FOR SEC3/4... But whatever. I'm going to knock their socks off with my future-to-be-award-winning-art-pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and for the Art test I need to describe this painting, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Menaced_Assassin"&gt;The Menaced Assassin&lt;/a&gt;. And I think I got the first part mostly correct, about what the painter is trying to portray. But I probably failed miserably on the second part, which asked about why the painting gives the feeling of surrealism. My strongest point? The mountain don't look realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL! But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOTE: I STILL DO NOT EXIST IN THE SCHOOL'S DATABASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-2704306505901751239?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2704306505901751239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2704306505901751239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/2704306505901751239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi_06.html' title='hi!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7768154470988838514</id><published>2009-02-03T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;I want to study JC now... Like I suddenly miss my secondary school life, and if I really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;gen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt; so much to go Lasalle, apparently it'll be in August, and I need to wait for god-forbidden 6 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I listed down the pros and cons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt; (of which are all mashed up together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt; of going to JC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Please my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Get into prestigious schools like Yale, Harvard and Oxbridge (yes I amalgamated them together, and it's really a word you can go wiki it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Stress like hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Wear school ew-niform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Because I cannot get into Hwachong or NationalJC. I can only go NY because it's the only with AEP I can go into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- I don't want to go in the second week, when people start forming cliques and then I go there becoming a new student, so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Able to get double Majors in Art and English, or go journalism, mass comm. or fashion comm. in some overseas Uni (with winter season) so I can get to wear trenchcoat and not look weird. (not that I have tried that before or anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LASALLE/NAFA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- 4 years get Ba(Hons) Degree directly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Need to wait 6 more months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- My interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Singapore's market for the Arts is as big as the size of the country itself - minuscule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Also able to get fashion comm. faster and get my editor/journalism job as well, since all the other courses are like, forbidden from my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH. MY. GOD. &lt;/span&gt;My question is probably answered. Because studying in Lasalle apparently fashion comm. is also not my interest, thus I would be better off studying JC which although is, too, not of my interest, it's more prestigious to say that you are in a JC... or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:150%;" &gt;DAMN IT CRAPPY BITCHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to SMS me your opinions pleasse the appeal deadline is just tomorrow 23.59, please your opinion matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And yes, prestige does matters more than anything else. My moon sign and sun sign combination says so: "The prestige of the position being more important than the salary." This is probably everything I got on all astrology webbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Warm, loving, and generous in your affections, you inspire tremendous devotion and loyalty in your loved ones. This is good, since you would never settle for anything less! You want to be adored and worshipped like the king or queen that you feel you are, and it is difficult for anyone to resist the warmth and attention you lavish on those you care about. You have a great deal of pride and need to be recognized and appreciated. The way to really hurt your feelings is to ignore you. You are genuine, sincere, and have a strong sense of personal integrity. You hate emotional games and dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The combination of your Sun sign and your Moon sign produces a very warm-hearted, honest, and open personality. The pairing blends the personal dash, optimism, enthusiasm and directness of Sagittarius, with the warmth, generosity, pride, and authoritativeness of Leo. You have a love of mankind and a code that combines good judgment with a very tolerant attitude. This combination is very dedicated; dedicated to honor, prestige, and achieving stature in the world. And to attain you goals, you are not one to take shortcuts; not one to lie, to cheat, or to do anything underhanded in order to gain an advantage. Honor is all important and your word is an unbreakable bond. The fiery combination of these two signs doesn't need any unfair advantages to succeed because there is more than enough energy and enthusiasm to get where you want to be. You'll keep pursuing your goals long after others have thrown in the towel. When you go after something, you go after it tooth and nail. Any obstacle you face is considered only a temporary problem and little gets you down for long. This is a very positive combination, quite indicative of happiness and success. If you can avoid scattering your energies, you can move mountains. You are naturally inclined toward public service, either in law, education, or government. The prestige of the position being more important than the salary. This is a high-minded combination, full of ideas and ideals. You may have problems dealing with the small people of the world that refuse to grow and progress. You are intellectually philosophic, broad-minded, and highly creative. Your creativity is in the ability to form an image in your mind and then bring to reality that clear picture you envisioned. You take life seriously, with a keen sense of the importance of making the most of it. Unless something is really messed up in your chart, you are truly a super person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I was born the moon was on Leo sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leo Moon [Positive Traits] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt;Witty&lt;br /&gt;Radiant&lt;br /&gt;Artistic&lt;br /&gt;Dignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leo Moon [Negative Traits] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant&lt;br /&gt;Show-off&lt;br /&gt;Self-centered&lt;br /&gt;Domineering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7768154470988838514?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7768154470988838514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/zz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7768154470988838514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7768154470988838514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/zz.html' title='zz.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3683344535254425186</id><published>2009-02-03T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>Seen this test on so many people's blogs, I'm going to try too yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Wheel of Fortune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of &lt;br /&gt;intoxication with success&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm drawing Amy Lee! Even though I haven't finished my Heath Ledger's joker yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3683344535254425186?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3683344535254425186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3683344535254425186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3683344535254425186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7658899517275934562</id><published>2009-01-24T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;After reading (or skimming, depending on your definition) Shannon's blog, I saw two words: "Auspicious colours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I'm such a well-rounded expert on just about everything in the world (just kidding), I'm going to extend my expertise to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; now! More specifically colour &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me predict using my heavenly fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the results are, because this year is a Earthly (or mud/ground/floor because apparently I don't know the direct translation from the Chinese word) Year, and this is also the year of the Earth Ox (castrated bulls LOL!). Two earth thinggys clashes together. Clearly you cannot wear earthly colours like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Earthy colours. (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;E.g. Yellow, green, brown, just about everything you see on trees but do not consider flowers please, if you do you might as well just wear the Emperor's new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Red colour. (what the hell!?) Apparently this colour is also the colour of molten iron (lava) moving below us all in the core of the Earth and occasionally spills out of the Earth by earthquake, geddit? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EARTH&lt;/span&gt;quake, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway I totally forgotten whether black is auspicious or not - just don't wear it to my house you slut. But you can wear earthly colours if you like, I don't mind winning your money when playing mahjong and blackjack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Auspicious colours are blue, white and other colours I forgot. Because blue represents water, which complements the Earth. And things that complements the Earth are water and... something else I totally forgot... but please forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay, I'm such a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; master now! But really, the auspicious colours are just a general guide and it will not be held responsible when you wear unearthly colours like blue and actually get knock down by a car (touchwood). And it also depends more on individuals, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you like, you can post your 8-characters of your date, time and place of birth. And then I will put a hex on you because you are really getting irritating. Is the colour &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; guide not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. Oh, and do not travel to earthquake prone zones, but does Malaysia have earthquakes?  I don't know. Too bad, probably the furthest you can go this year is Sentosa or a new hangout place called Pedra Branca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7658899517275934562?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7658899517275934562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-reading-or-skimming-depending-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7658899517275934562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7658899517275934562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-reading-or-skimming-depending-on.html' title=''/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6170037485694858798</id><published>2009-01-24T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm oh-so jaded of shopping here in Singapore's malls. Everything is all the same, from Topman to River Island to Domanchi (ew), from Marina Square to Raffles City to Suntec City to Vivocity all their clothes are horribly disgustingly fugly like hell (minus being hot, because the clothes are the last things that are remotely related to being HOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to Haji Lane (I &lt;3 that place pls.) and the clothes there are pretty but pretty expensive. So does Blackmarket's jeans. $500 designer demins? I'll pass until I earn my first billion when I'm 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BOO all whores, I'm going overseas to buy all my clothes next time you nasty homogenized retailer bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And for the girls, the clothes are so awesome because every mall have nice girls clothes but never for the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And speaking of boys, go listen to BOYS, BOYS, BOYS by LADY GaGa please, she's a killer bitch with killer songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XOXO, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! I'M WEARING A CHING-CHONG QIPAO AND CHINESE OPERA OTT COSTUME, WHAT ABOUT YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. I'm kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6170037485694858798?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6170037485694858798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6170037485694858798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6170037485694858798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='what!?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-218469243785826418</id><published>2009-01-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cny celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I went to CNY 2009 celebration today, and in true Seng Kang fashion, the show was as boring as it could ever be. Maybe because it was just the start of the year, thus everyone was off and uninspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the thing I cannot stand at all is the Choir so-called 'musical' skit. LOLOL! All songs are so sad and depressing! Nothing subtle-ly CNY at all! The only link to CNY was the fact that it was set before CNY and the unsuprisingly one-dimensioned characters learning their lesson for their sinful way of lifestyles. All this and they lived happily after throughtout CNY. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay, it's listed as my top favourite shows just after 7 Pounds the movie, which sucked thoroughly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye bye! See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-218469243785826418?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/218469243785826418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/218469243785826418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/218469243785826418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-celebration.html' title='cny celebration'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3769491486392574378</id><published>2009-01-05T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://temasekpoly.wordpress.com/2008/12/31/release-of-o-level-2008-results-2/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL Their deduction is fabulouly brillant, on which day the O'level results are released. Read the thing in the link first. Then carry on below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently, the JAE spans over 5 days, including Sunday. Thus since the woman's sentence was postponed to 19 Jan, JAE will definitely end before 19 Jan 09. Thus apparently it must be before 13 Jan, since JAE starts after you recieve your Olevel results. Before 13 Jan? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;on the third week? It can only be 12 January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's another source which supports the current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exampaper.com.sg/miss-loi-the-tutor/judgement-day-to-fall-on-12-january"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thus with the given evidence it is oh-so-obvious that when the day will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH. MY. GOD. Now I'm freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Oh wait, for the second link, please proceed to read the left column,first row. And I noticed this "Suggested solutions &amp; answers to the following Oct/Nov 2008 GCE 'O' Level Science / Maths &amp; 'A' Level Maths papers are out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;omgogmomgomg! i'm gonna dig out those papers and check my answers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and I found this awesome joke, "If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea does that mean the fifth one enjoys it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3769491486392574378?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3769491486392574378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3769491486392574378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3769491486392574378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8102322911820262211</id><published>2009-01-04T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ny Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this is going to be my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;! I don't usually make it, but since I'm so inspired and bored, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.  To be richer. (Duh! Who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Do more gossips pleassseeeeeee. I'm addicted to it ohnoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.To be more unkind.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't like the Be Courteous/Polite/Kind advertisement on TV, mainly because it is long, unappealing, and waste precious airspace when it could have been used for, I don't know, Gucci's eau de parfum, just maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. To be honest. (Not that I'm not honest or anything. But to be more honest please. Because, really, I'm already honest. What the hell? I'd just achieved this resolution! yay I'm cancelling it@!1@)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, so basically that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yesss, I just got 500$ today!! Yay, but when I was daydreaming through the whole 2.30hours of the ceremony, a posse of Punggol (smart) Sec 5 Students was talking all the way about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1: "Oh, I'm so scared of my English. I mean, there's this question about the robber... and the cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2: "Oh. My. God. You remembered the questions?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3: "It's two months over and my brain..." (I cannot hear coherently at this point because of the applause, which as slight as it was, disrupted my eavesdropping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1: "... and Geography... tourism... I didn't study..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3: "... I did study, but whether it got into my brain or not I do not know" (Duh!!! If it got into your brain, you would have knew, because obviously you tested yourself beforehand and know how to answer the question, right!?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2: "It was easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1: "Right... Now about English... My AM and EM... Paper 1 can get like 70+ (show-off), but Paper 2 I think I got about... maybe about... 14" (fade away so people cannot hear her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3: "My EM and AM is okay one, but I'm worried about my English"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2: "Hey, do you all know when the results are coming out? They say they have got the results... Our English teacher marked the paper... before CNY!?... Egypt.. blah crap blah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1: "Teachers are biased... good to Express... we slack they scold, we don't slack they also scold... they think we are not always working hard, issit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2: "Ya! They bought drinks for Express students, but what we get? Watercooler, ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3: "They also got aircon! (Because Punggol sec is poseur and copied our school's idea plzzz. They even came and leached our cute little 4e2 classroom plss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, oh and when I was waiting to go on stage... something weird happened. There were less and less people in the hall. Maybe there's some children eating alien above us. Or maybe they all got trapped inside the cameaa after taking the photograph (freaky!). But no, they were just showing off their typical Singaporean spirit by rushing off downstairs and collecting their certs and cheque. So, basically being Sec 4, I'm last, and when I go on stage, there's nobody in the audience!! Yay! I don't need to be so nervous anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. And no, I won't be treating anyone to dinner or food or anything. I did that for my birthday already. So goodbye. You are dismissed. Why am I so rude? Because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:98%;"&gt;I AM YUENIANG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rofl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8102322911820262211?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8102322911820262211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/ny-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8102322911820262211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8102322911820262211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2009/01/ny-resolutions.html' title='Ny Resolutions!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3215212758343017958</id><published>2008-12-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;LMAO So many people hate the Jonas Brothers &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/dir/?link=list&amp;sid=396545137"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. One answer was so funny. Q: Do you like the Jonas Brothers? A: Yes, I like them as much as I like STDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LMMAAOOOzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday I went to Shannon's house for STEAMBOAT~. Yes I prepared a lot of things. But here's the pictures with Jiahao's gift: SNAKEssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyy3BW8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w5DLzA-BLn8/s1600-h/PC250167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyy3BW8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w5DLzA-BLn8/s320/PC250167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283974480901108210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyyhyCitI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TWazOXu-mdY/s1600-h/PC250162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyyhyCitI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TWazOXu-mdY/s320/PC250162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283974475199711954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyyOsyr0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/j8AympQkePM/s1600-h/PC250153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyyOsyr0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/j8AympQkePM/s320/PC250153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283974470077427522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyx716GNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6EBE0qfMcA/s1600-h/PC250158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyx716GNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6EBE0qfMcA/s320/PC250158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283974465015388370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XOXO, AND MERRY X'MAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3215212758343017958?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3215212758343017958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/lmao-so-many-people-hate-jonas-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3215212758343017958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3215212758343017958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/lmao-so-many-people-hate-jonas-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVRyy3BW8fI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w5DLzA-BLn8/s72-c/PC250167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3334906755892814091</id><published>2008-12-24T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hixzx.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;Hixzx! This is the second time I baked my Apple Crumble for my second Xmas gift xchange party and it's awesome. I'll post pictures now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY DELICIOUS APPLE CRUMBLE! (BUT DON'T SET TOO HIGH A STANDARD YET, THOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMl0dDx0xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M12DLU2Bqfg/s1600-h/PC250151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMl0dDx0xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M12DLU2Bqfg/s320/PC250151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608370919625490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzxbwQmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QZT9vh7r3eg/s1600-h/PC250150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzxbwQmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QZT9vh7r3eg/s320/PC250150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608359209026146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzSopnAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PjCXrkNCFj4/s1600-h/PC240143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzSopnAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PjCXrkNCFj4/s320/PC240143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608350941617154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8DAYS CARBOOT PHOTOSHOOT WANNABES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzIaJuBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cSMlFexQnF4/s1600-h/PC240127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMlzIaJuBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cSMlFexQnF4/s320/PC240127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608348196452370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taken at Awfully COCO but their shop is uber-minimalist and I love it!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I look like Kylie, right? &lt;/span&gt;Thanks.&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3334906755892814091?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3334906755892814091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hixzx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3334906755892814091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3334906755892814091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hixzx.html' title='hixzx.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVMl0dDx0xI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M12DLU2Bqfg/s72-c/PC250151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-28262619937595393</id><published>2008-12-23T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><title type='text'>Singapore Museum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;Today, to cultivate my artistic and zen-like inner-state of mind, I went to National Museum of Singapore. Alone. By myself. Such a big achievement, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now let the pictures do the talking. (By the way did I forgot to mention that I'd bought a new Olympus camera? I wanted to take a photo of it but apparently I cannot take a photo of a camera using the camera itself. Any other method would be too troublesome... including standing in front of a camera just to take a picture of the camera. It sounds so stupid already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And guess what? When I was buying my ticket to Voom Portraits, one of the staff asked me whether I was a student, and what school I was from. I thought he was just being friendly until he tells the receptionist/cashier/ticket seller that I was from SKSS. The receptionist/cashier/ticket seller than proceed to check a list she got somewhere out of the messy table. This is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me (thinking): LOL They actually need to verify whether the school exist of not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But no, she was like, "You are getting a complimentary ticket to all parts of the museum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me (thinking): OMG yeeessssssss please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously. I do not know why, maybe they allow students to go in free during the holidays, but there is a certain quota. Like maybe 50 from RGS and about 1 from SKSS because, you know, people are always bias against neighbourhood schools. So I'm not telling which school I'm from to anyone after I graduate LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yes, the pictures. I almost forgot. They are in reverse order, so please see them from the bottom up, because it's the way I place them so you will know which gallery I attended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BTW, please never ever go to Museum of Singapore History - which is at the same place - unless you like Sec 2 History. Because it is B-O-R-I-N-G as hell. My favourite exhibition is VOOM PORTRAITS by ROBERT WILSON, and my favourite piece was the Princess Carolina, the tenth picture,  I think, from bottom up. She's the one with her back facing you. It's somewhat a video installation where you see them looping infinitely forever, until the exhibition closes, that is. You should go watch it, not for me to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. If the photos look like it's inverted, it is. I rotated wrongly and do not wish to do more sicne it'll lag my computer because of the large picture size. So, once again, happy head rotating and turning day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUKM2vAhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LGsk-M_Lg5U/s1600-h/PC230078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUKM2vAhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LGsk-M_Lg5U/s320/PC230078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282955634620170770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUJh-xMAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ev78Xd_Q8b8/s1600-h/PC230077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUJh-xMAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ev78Xd_Q8b8/s320/PC230077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282955623111143426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUJMnzqyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AcBApLU57O4/s1600-h/PC230071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDR4oux4YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kdcGFqiN_Mk/s320/PC230039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282953133842096514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDR4dyFxKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N8g74d78L6o/s1600-h/PC230036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDR4dyFxKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N8g74d78L6o/s320/PC230036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282953130903192738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-28262619937595393?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/28262619937595393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/28262619937595393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/28262619937595393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-museum.html' title='Singapore Museum.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SVDUKM2vAhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LGsk-M_Lg5U/s72-c/PC230078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8089788606515478376</id><published>2008-12-22T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;HIZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We've got prom! http://sky-seniorprom.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I have to fork out $50, so much, since I'd rather spend the money on myself. If you are going and need a mask, there's this mask shop at Arab St. and... I'll give you the address if you really, really want. But most likely you'll be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another way would be that you pay me to make a mask in 3 days. It's like a personalised couture mask and I know where to buy the feathers, jewels and stuffs. Arab St., of course. Order now, if not I do not have time because I have to see what you want, think of the design and draft it out, send it to you, receive your confirmation then I'll do it. I will hire cheap labour, if you want to volunteer, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But seriously, $50? What if only 40 people go, then they have only $2000 to cover for rental? And even 2007 graduates are invited? EWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What the teachers need to do is to make sure that students do not engage in any inappropriate activities with each other (read: sex). But I guess it will be an easy day for teachers, if only 40 people are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. I'll probably be changing my blog address to MGD.blogspot.com, but since I'd just checked, some bitch stole my address. Evil buttholes, I'm going to email blogspot to delete their blog. My reason is justified since their blog is dead. They have an interesting and different but difficult to understand first (and only) post. Go check them out. BYOTCH, I know, you were thinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I need everybody's help. Keep refreshing my blog page, for like, 10 times each, because only with that can I convince that many people knew blogspot through me, as evidence from my hits counter, and I have helped many people use blogspot ever since. If I were not able to set up MGD.blogspot.com, I might move over to MGD.wordpress.com or MGD.livejournal.com, which would not really help with attracting more people to using your blog. MUAHAHA. Doesn't really make much sense but a high amount of hits will ensure that I can get the BYOTCH's blog deleted, and I myself will gain the address. Yay. Yes, please help in my mission to conquering those byotches. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8089788606515478376?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8089788606515478376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8089788606515478376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8089788606515478376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1444642282277917853</id><published>2008-12-20T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:42:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These days, if I do not really go out that much, it would be that I'm focusing on my portfolio works! Yess. It's very important. But first I need to persuade my mom to let me study arts. I have suddenly generated a deep interest for Fine Arts studies, which I thought was very fun, until I saw that one need to deal with ceramics... and then ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway I went to this Topshop/Topman/Nike sale, but seriously all the clothes for Topman are like, twenty seasons ago and it's for fat people. But there's a lot of decent (not in the point of 'not-slutty', but rather it would mean 'nice') clothes and accessories for girls though. The organisers are such bitches please.&lt;br /&gt; blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-1444642282277917853?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1444642282277917853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1444642282277917853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1444642282277917853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi_20.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8704892381869979214</id><published>2008-12-19T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The portfolio workshop is sadly over, but it's like so fun please. Maybe I'll sign up for one more next year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll let the photos speak for themselves. The camera sucks for my works because of the lighting problems, oh, and it's only 8MP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you do see photos of a scenery, it is most lightly a picture for reference for another work, so go find it also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck having to tilt your head! See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5dhBDS4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/U-j1mG7T4X4/s1600-h/PC190386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5dhBDS4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/U-j1mG7T4X4/s320/PC190386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281448536007986050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5dIPmgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QK7ZLlHcdvM/s1600-h/PC190385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5dIPmgjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QK7ZLlHcdvM/s320/PC190385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281448529358127666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5ckae_GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yT300Dttbis/s1600-h/PC190388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3IPL783I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jBAk824aUSI/s320/PC190393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281445971421295474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3H67lKXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TEvGjmcGVck/s1600-h/PC190394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3H67lKXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TEvGjmcGVck/s320/PC190394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281445965983983986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3HVIzXRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YjDT4st3XpM/s1600-h/PC190395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3HVIzXRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YjDT4st3XpM/s320/PC190395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281445955838893330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3GhiuNAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RtvFXOlncwk/s1600-h/PC190396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt3GhiuNAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RtvFXOlncwk/s320/PC190396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281445941988963330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8704892381869979214?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8704892381869979214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/portfolio-workshop-is-sadly-over-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8704892381869979214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8704892381869979214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/portfolio-workshop-is-sadly-over-but.html' title=''/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUt5dhBDS4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/U-j1mG7T4X4/s72-c/PC190386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-6070580518589028940</id><published>2008-12-17T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hel'/><title type='text'>zz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HELLOZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm like so busy these days, and I had drawn tons of artworks!! Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's for my portfolio, and if I'm not studying ART (not even in JC ):!! ) (just maybe), then I'll auction them and all proceeds will go to NKF charity (er, it's my metaphor for: all money going straight into my pockets). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I'd probably drew so nice that the teachers were this "this one quite good", "quite well done", "wah... quite... thought". Then I go: "What's up with the 'quites', bitchs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding, but they really did compliment what I drew please. My perspective drawing (the view I chose was like so difficult, and I drew reflections please), and colour drawing of complementary colours (the teacher probably was forced to say so because I told him it 'looked strange'. Teacher: "Looks good, I like the texture") But now when I think, duh, of course it looks strange when you have to draw a tree yellow in colour and shade it in purple, like hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I felt very desperate, and you would have felt what I felt, if you have seen that I have to draw the trees that have 6 bunches and each bunch have like, another 10 mini-branches of stalks, and above all there's still have leaves. So I drew the leave one by one, one by one... until I look at the tree and thought: I used the wrong colour. I used yellow as the base colour instead of purple... but anyhow it turned out nice. But I took some shortcuts, because when my purple mixed with yellow gives me orange, so I used orange to shade some part, muahaha. Yes, I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway I did like 7 pieces of works that is suitable for human's (that's you... maybe not) consumption. I'll take photographs and upload it if I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I'm going to continue with my 'strange' drawing, the teacher forgot to tell me that I need to include 2 sets of complementary colours in that 'strange' drawing, so instead I have to draw a freaking car I took a photograph of and I swear I can see a freaky face one the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUj9fAVU5aI/AAAAAAAAADU/CQiz02QVLhw/s1600-h/PC170365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUj9fAVU5aI/AAAAAAAAADU/CQiz02QVLhw/s320/PC170365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280749272199128482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. It's on the back window!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.P.S. No, the teachers did not compliment everyone else too. Just a few. But there's only 12 people. Okay, so maybe it's a lot, but maybe 1/6 of the population.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-6070580518589028940?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6070580518589028940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/zz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6070580518589028940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/6070580518589028940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/zz.html' title='zz.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SUj9fAVU5aI/AAAAAAAAADU/CQiz02QVLhw/s72-c/PC170365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7377582048433693499</id><published>2008-12-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello, today I went to VIVOCITY with my cousin and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We totally planned to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;, but then when I was queuing up to buy tickets, I saw that there were no &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wild Child&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Golden Village (bitch!)&lt;/span&gt;. Then I noticed... that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; was playing LOL. Yes, before 18 December muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously, I went to Cinema 1 for a sneak preview for the movie. It's very nice, I totally love the Cullens family plOx. Especially the baseball scene. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And, finally, I get to go for Portfolio class thing next monday. See you, sluts, I will be uber-busy and the time schedule actually included a QUIZ!? zomg it's secondary school life - all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-7377582048433693499?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7377582048433693499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7377582048433693499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7377582048433693499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi_12.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3010105825412856978</id><published>2008-12-07T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome back, everybody. Did you miss me over the break? Who am I kidding, of course you did. Well, if it helps, I missed you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Holidays are probably the best time of anybody's life. Indeed, this holiday is anything but boring or mudane. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; holidays&lt;/span&gt; is such an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These days, I have learnt a hell lots of secrets about everyone else around me, and sometimes I feel so fortunate to be just me. The fabulous me, so as to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, of course, life is not without it's very setbacks and miserable tortures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, when the going gets tough, the tough goes... into white tiger compounds and commit suicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the going gets tough, the tough, of course, definitely go to somewhere you do not really need to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What, are you like, a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Holidays does bring out the best in people, like me. And it also brought out the worst, like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding. This post doesn't really mean anything, I wanted to type something&lt;br /&gt;personal but don't really want you to know everything going on in my life, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, did I forgot to mention that my birthday is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;14 DEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;? Get ready your credit cards or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;less-glamourous-and-widely-neglected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sibling NETS cards for my prezzies! HINT: I like branded stuff. Layman's term: I'm a label-whore, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm just kidding, because I (most probably) have something in my brain that I want and just want to see who can get it without me asking it! Yes, if you got what I actually wanted, you probably know me very well. Or you don't very well, because I'm fussy and picky like hell, and that stress my sister out very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.s. I went to 8Days Flea Market today and I saw this green leather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jacket that cost $80, and guess what? It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MIUMIU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. FYI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Miumiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is like the sister company of Prada, designed by the same designer. $80!? But I didn't buy, not because David Gan wore it (maybe partly). But there was this small oil patch. But now I'm still grieving about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See, impulse buys totally rocks, and not those that I took forever to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.P.s. OMG I figured why post-script like this is invented, because in the past people used typewriter, and when they suddenly have an added thought, they are probably too lazy to type the whole 5 pages of diary pages on that day again, so they just add post-scripts. Or something like that. Thank goodness my brain is still active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.P.P.s. I have a new favourite song! Not that you need to know about, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3010105825412856978?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3010105825412856978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3010105825412856978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3010105825412856978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/whore.html' title='whore'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-3526309718654378330</id><published>2008-12-06T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These few days I kept listening to All-American Rejects' old album songs. And Simple Plan's new album. Ew, I know. I don't even like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AAR looks so uber-grungy, like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;-90's Marc Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Simple Plan is almost all angsty teenage songs but, luckily, not all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And sometimes I totally wonder why bands with songs that are not even appealing (at least to me) have won some sort of major award or critics praises for that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like, Coldplay's album, to be honest, sucked like hell. But it totally was the best-selling album all time. And Keane's too. Their words are not even rhyming! At least their (saving-grace for me) single 'Spiralling' rocks a lot. If not, my money would be wasted just like that. UGHness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I like my Britneys and Madonnas just fine. Oh, Kylie too! But her songs are so erotic these days... not unlike Madonna and Britney, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe also my Simple Plan and All-American Rejects. But you can't really remix Dirty Little Secret like how you remix your Into The Groove, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My disco queens win hands down! Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-3526309718654378330?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3526309718654378330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3526309718654378330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/3526309718654378330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-1430818455638245315</id><published>2008-12-04T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hizz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hizz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to Arab St yesterday for something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt;! Something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;! Something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;glamourous&lt;/span&gt;! Something... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bling-bling Sharpay-like&lt;/span&gt; (except it's not pink)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, in the words of Xiaxue, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zhnged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* my MP3! Like, hawtness please. My narcissism doesn't even come close! You can totally see that by my use of so many exclamation marks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hawtness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-hawtness. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ask me when I go out to show(off) my hawt MP3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zhnged&lt;/span&gt;* perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:125%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Zhnged = pimped. Eg. I zhnged my handphone with bling bling crystals! Hawt!&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/1685438198832475504-1430818455638245315?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1430818455638245315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1430818455638245315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/1430818455638245315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hizz.html' title='hizz.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-5282991870527252944</id><published>2008-11-25T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;Today is such a warm day. Just when I was loving the sun-kissed weather of Singapore, it just got sweltering. One word:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But maybe, just maybe, I'll be going to my cousin's pet shop and probably I will sketch the pets. More like dogs only. And a cat. Yes, dogs don't actually eat cats all the time, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ew.&lt;/span&gt; It's like, just because we go to a pig farm doesn't mean we will eat all those pigs there. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, and I've just receive the information for the portfolio workshop! But it cost $375 zomg. Thank goodness for edusave scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm going to the zoo next week! Or maybe two weeks later. But the important is that I'm going to the zoo!  I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; the zoo, by the way. It's smelly, you waste money to see animals walking around. Like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;, there's the internet! But it's the Night Safari part which is so interesting please. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-5282991870527252944?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5282991870527252944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5282991870527252944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/5282991870527252944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-7691623650212269701</id><published>2008-11-24T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;YAY I'd just got the letter that I've been awarded the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Edusave Scholarship Award&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes to more money please. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YEEESSSSS.&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/1685438198832475504-7691623650212269701?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7691623650212269701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7691623650212269701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/7691623650212269701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4492576513945815044</id><published>2008-11-23T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello bitches!! I'm back from Genting. Yes, I went to Genting and it's like the most boring place ever... and on the second day I got totally sick! Ewness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But since I had explored the whole shopping complex on the first day, I totally went on shopping spree on the third day when I had less than 2 hours to shop for my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But still shopped I did, for who can resist the temptation of buying more things that you already don't need!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, everything in the whole First World shopping centre was boring... the shops were the same, but only newer clothes. Some look good, others became crappier and yuckier. Oh, and might I caution everyone who is reading this to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;never ever eat at that freaking Kenny Rogers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. The nerve of some bitchy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the coldness of that place was over-rated. It was 17*C but it was as hot as a rainy day in Singapore. Even my 4E2 classroom aircon fair much better in terms of coldness. And I wore short pants and short sleeves there still. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And on the second day, the thunder was loud as hell. Probably because we are nearer to the clouds or something. So loud, louder than the loudest I'd heard in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hopefully my sister will post the pictures soon because I'm too lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and did I mention I was sick!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4492576513945815044?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4492576513945815044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-bitches-im-back-from-genting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4492576513945815044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4492576513945815044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-bitches-im-back-from-genting.html' title=''/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-8168721561833855962</id><published>2008-11-20T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learnt two days ago that I'm going overseas... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;OMG the sudden decision but I have not even finished packing, it's like I'm packing for a month-long trip. I totally stuffed more clothes into my luggage than the amount I need to bring overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, ya, wish me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; BON VOYAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; please. And only two people know where I'm going and please don't go asking them. Because saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'I'm going overseas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is much uber-cooler and keeps that mysterious aura around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bye Bye! I'm going to find a job after I come back, and a friend has agreed for me to destroy his face - I'm going to do portraits of people! So wonderful, I know, right. I did one self-portrait and it looked very much like how I see myself in the mirror. Except for the shading parts, of course. If you find any library book on shading please, by all means, tell me about it. I will also, by all means, hunt down that particular book and forcefully borrow it even if I have to hack through the already-loaned's book tag on the computer and freak the loaner out into giving me the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, wish me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bon voyage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And as a side-note, boo you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;STWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for saying any mode of my transport will crash... but don't forget you're going overseas too!!! But here's good luck for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will buy you all presents if I remember you all, and I myself not get so indulged in the shopping sprees and theme parks... but most likely it will happen, so pray hard for your prezzies and my safety please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s As another side-note I bought a bag when I found out I will be going overseas... to carry my clothes and stuff, but it looks kind of small, so I can carry it around as a hot tote bag but minus the metrosexual (read: NewUrbanMale [read:himbo]) feel please. &lt;br&gt;Maybe I'll bring it to school next year! Yes please. Yay please. Bye now. Bitch, you are still reading this!? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;lol. Freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-8168721561833855962?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8168721561833855962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8168721561833855962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/8168721561833855962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4636155352919496412</id><published>2008-11-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tears are forming in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A storm is warning in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The end of the world it seems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You bend down and you fall on your knees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well get back on your feet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don’t look away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don’t run away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it’s only life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don’t lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don’t run away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It’s only life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG this is so fun please. I'm so lazy to think of some posts or rants so I just find a song that describes my thoughts and stuff, post it, and ta-dah - instant long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I went to this Guang Ying Temple to pray... and it's so delicious. Oh, opps I meant this shop beside the temple which sells 'tau sar piahs', which is how they spelt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; And then I went shopping today, bought some things, burnt my cash, but I'm going to buy some more next time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally the exams are over and... my social calender is full, like YAY! Because if I'm not going out with my friends, I can go with my cousins or my sister, or just go to a library or something. And then maybe write some essays, which though honestly it doesn't sound very sociable, it's still fun anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I need to go out to get inspiration or still-life for my drawings, so maybe I need to hire a nude model or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But please ah, don't volunteer yourself because I might puke while drawing. And although the puked-drawing could maybe be an artwork too, still, I wouldn't want to be traumatized for, I don't know, maybe... my whole life? And perhaps even my next incarnations too...: cat, dogs, white tigers, suicidal Singaporeans who jump into white tiger compounds, hot Ang Mohs... or even maybe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPG&lt;/span&gt;* too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sarong Party Girl please. And maybe the chairman of SPGees even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4636155352919496412?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4636155352919496412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-only-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4636155352919496412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4636155352919496412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-only-life.html' title='It&amp;#39;s only life.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-4175964290427241840</id><published>2008-11-16T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of my friends rave about how they found their new jobs, and some others cry about how they cannot found a job they want... Anyway, I have got this job in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; and will be informed if I am shortlisted. I hope I'm not chosen, because I'm really too lazy to work all day and night and crap it out for the sake of gaining experience and earning some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, maybe I like to have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more money&lt;/span&gt;, and who wouldn't? But what I want for the holidays is to go out everyday for entertainment and just have fun. That's because when next year starts crap is going to fall over everyone's head. And I, for one, would not like to take a bus, or MRT, for such a long journey and crowd with everyone else during the peak hour just to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know, but I'm, like, freaked out by what lies ahead of me. It's just so surreal and it feels like I'm lucid dreaming my life away. It's like my life is not real, and I'm in a dreary dreamy state. It has been like that since last year, and it's so weirdly freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and mentioning of lucid dreaming, today the thing was worsened because I stayed up all night long and slept for only 2 hours, but weirdly I'm not tired or anything. I stayed overnight yesterday, or today, whatever, at Shannon's house with a few friends and it's like so fun please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were playing until 3am, when somebody gave the idea of fortune telling using poker cards from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Bee'&lt;/span&gt; casino. Then everyone asked their questions, and since curiosity totally killed the cat (however this sentence is used), I cannot resist the temptation to play it too. I asked two questions I will not reveal, but one of them is already true, and the other is what I really wanted to ask. Anyway it's totally freaky that both things I asked are true. It's like, totally fake please. And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm officialy scared now... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-4175964290427241840?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4175964290427241840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4175964290427241840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/4175964290427241840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoho.html' title='hoho.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-815149063639760065</id><published>2008-11-11T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I totally read the JAE book thoroughly like there's no tomorrow, and since my mother want me to go to a JC, I can totally go now, like, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will go to either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hwa Chong Institution (impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;National JC (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nanyang JC (omg, like, hopefully I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;because these schools offer art elective program (AEP)! But first, I need my portfolio of works which I will begin work on once I attend the freaking workshop at Lasalle. It's so expensive, so I'm saving up and not going to tell my parents about it. Maybe I will, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And guess what? I've got a visitor from AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;See the screenshot for evidence, pls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SRmg8X8osNI/AAAAAAAAADM/_YcNiY-EUpw/s1600-h/omg.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SRmg8X8osNI/AAAAAAAAADM/_YcNiY-EUpw/s400/omg.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267418198267441362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See why I OMG'ed? Like, omg. Two reasons for celebration. But still, I'm so torn between what school I want to go and what school blah blah. I'm going to convince and persuade with my earnest persuations my parents. LOL. I posted this because I'm about to sleep and tomorrow is going to be a KILLER paper on Chemistry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, that, and my questions on Y!A are not answered yet... Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-815149063639760065?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/815149063639760065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/815149063639760065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/815149063639760065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg_11.html' title='omg?'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3sPg7SGlVEI/SRmg8X8osNI/AAAAAAAAADM/_YcNiY-EUpw/s72-c/omg.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685438198832475504.post-234300764980639029</id><published>2008-11-07T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:12:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:135%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25Mprmru2D4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25Mprmru2D4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL This video is so kinkily freakish about Rihanna acting like a Gothic fetish dominatrix, singing Disturbia. She is trying so hard. Too hard, apparently. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it's still very disturbing, though. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even for me, pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, I'm studying for Physics and Chemistry right now. Physics totally sucks and I've got some questions which I don't know about, whatever, I can't type the reason out loud~ &lt;br&gt;In case someone read this, it will be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;-time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm totally reading through &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RADIOACTIVITY&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Just in case it comes out, and anyway, I'm so interested in the topic too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have nothing to say today, so...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; BYE&lt;/span&gt;! I'm going to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ yayness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1685438198832475504-234300764980639029?l=scscscscsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/feeds/234300764980639029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/234300764980639029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1685438198832475504/posts/default/234300764980639029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scscscscsc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi_07.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>seng.choon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
