<?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-3929337053670944359</id><updated>2012-02-09T05:30:20.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind's Labyrinth.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-6593583702417177721</id><published>2009-10-12T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:32:38.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; "&gt;I HATH MOVED TO LJ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://skiourosthropy.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it's the end of one story and the start of a next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-6593583702417177721?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6593583702417177721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=6593583702417177721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6593583702417177721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6593583702417177721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hath-moved-to-lj-httpskiourosthropy.html' title=''/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4662515531627218540</id><published>2009-09-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:19:22.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams asdfghjkl D:</title><content type='html'>BAH I AM BACK. And for what? To rant about exams! Ain't I just a genius. :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so I know all the teachers hate me and erm, so do my parents. And I still prefer primary school but good things can't last forever SO I SHALL STUDY FOR EXAMS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I finish my homework. I HATE HATE HATE FARQUHAR NOW. Singapore has one heck of a boring history, seriously. Can we please learn about the Victorian era? Or the Renaissance? I'd rather do the Black Plague than talk about signing dunno-what-agreement. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is unfair. Live with it, Marcia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, as if that makes me feel better. I'll just pretend it does and go back to homework before you notice that this is the worst possible comeback to blogging one could make. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4662515531627218540?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4662515531627218540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4662515531627218540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4662515531627218540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4662515531627218540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/09/exams-asdfghjkl-d.html' title='exams asdfghjkl D:'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2083633471751102635</id><published>2009-08-10T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:34:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging is good for your mind, soul and language!</title><content type='html'>Can I rant? Oh well, since it's my blog anyway...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATHS AND CHINESE TOMORROW AAAH AAAH AAAH MATHS AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. That's why blogging is so nice- you get to do whatever you can't possibly to in real life. Yes, if I start going 'aah' this and 'aah' that in real life, I would be asking for an hour's worth of 'useful' &lt;i&gt;how-not-to-panic-over-silly-idiotic-exams &lt;/i&gt;talks. Argh. I wonder, fifty years from now, will students be staying up late to mug and ranting on blogs about impending exams? Or will blogs even exist? Maybe the kids then will be pampered with some other weird tech gadget... o.o Oh well. Nonsense, go away. SHOO SHOO. There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I also declare that I have nothing to say again and I don't know why I'm writing? Argh. I applaud those people who can post for ages and ages on their blogs. I think I used to(on my old joint blog). So is life getting boring or am I getting boring? I really hope it's not the second option. Then again, I hardly do anything nowadays. I miss primary school. STILL. Aah, it's so hard to adapt to all of this. And when I'm posting this, I keep thinking of what my mum(and a whole lot of other random people) keep trying to tell me- don't complain because it's irritating and DO SOMETHING! But what is that something? I don't know, that's the problem. My brain is on major shutdown today and I think I'm going to forget all I've studied. I'm waking up 4 hours later. It'll all be over in 10 hours. I'd better go study some more now. I have no idea why I keep a blog. AAAAAH. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, goodbye. Next time, I shall come out with something random. Then I don't have to bore you with the same thoughts about life and school and vice versa all over again. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I changed my blog song! The first two and the last songs are new. I LOVE MY NEW STARTING SONG! SAIUNKOKU MONOGATARI IS AWESOME. Thanks to some guy on a random videosite who was ranting about it. Ohohohoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2083633471751102635?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2083633471751102635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2083633471751102635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2083633471751102635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2083633471751102635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-is-good-for-your-mind-soul-and.html' title='blogging is good for your mind, soul and language!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3088028228838253189</id><published>2009-07-22T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:28:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I honeslty think i should change the title of my blog.</title><content type='html'>Today I just realised how idiotic my blog really is. I rarely post, and nowadays it's mostly about serious stuff instead of life itself. Compared to other more lighthearted, cheery blogs, I wouldn't recommend this for a good read after, say, a hectic day at school. I'm horrible at writing 'feel-good' stuff, really. So if this blog's boring, just say so and I'll see if I can move my ramblings to my diary(which is scarier than my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall make an effort to POST MORE! Yay. About that 'interesting thing' in the last post, it was mainly just the RGPS choir concert which was really awesome and we got to see some teachers(MDMLOE AHEM) sing and dance! :D And of course I was going to insert this mushy chunk about missing Primary School again, but oh well. It's not very interesting to write(or type) about something so long ago, so I guess I'll leave it at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my life's been a little less mundane lately. I went to watch Half-Blood Prince with Marianne on the Friday of the week it opened. I'll just say it beat OOTP, which was a total ripoff as Umbridge looked nice and fluffy and sweet, which is not one bit TOADLIKE. -.- And the only nice part in OOTP was the fireworks when Fred and George crashed in. For HBP, so as not to spoil all the fun for you, I'll just say it's awesome for non-HP fans(just HP moviegoers, even) but if you've read the book, you'll wish there was more action and less icky-mushy love bits that look like they're there for viewer pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was today in school, which was one of the rare days I slept at 11 and felt a lots less tired than usual(no homework)! So I decided to pay attention in class and asked questions in Chem like I used to in primary school but for some reason, lots of people thought it was funny. o.o But even Horrible Science books use the word 'sucker'! :O Stupid swear words and urban talk- rapidly distorting all of English so that we can't keep up with it. Last week, I said 'how queer' at something someone did and I was told that queer means gay nowadays and gay no longer means happy. I know,  evolution and changes and all that stuff, but I bet it wasn't that horrible and fast in the past- new words were being CREATED, not old ones distorted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say whether I love or hate human nature- the greed, power-hungriness, corruption, material wants or the love, care, concern and forgiving spirit. But much as I may want to criticise anyone or myself, we're all here for a reason, right? So humans can't be all that bad inside- even if they appear to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I HATE ENDING BLOG POSTS! WHAT TO WRITE? :O Oh well. Until tomorrow, then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3088028228838253189?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3088028228838253189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3088028228838253189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3088028228838253189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3088028228838253189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-honeslty-think-i-should-change-title.html' title='I honeslty think i should change the title of my blog.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-821697896164758033</id><published>2009-07-09T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:31:26.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings have been missed, no?</title><content type='html'>Just reminding myself that my blog's not dead. Sorry, I'll not post anything unless it deserves to be posted. I think it's high time my skin changed and my links updated, but I'll do that(and post) tomorrow because I knwo something interesting WILL happen. :] G'night now while I go freak out over gym routine and tingxie. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-821697896164758033?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/821697896164758033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=821697896164758033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/821697896164758033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/821697896164758033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramblings-have-been-missed-no.html' title='ramblings have been missed, no?'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7462374529431035054</id><published>2009-06-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:29:02.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Facts About Life NOW.</title><content type='html'>Yes, today I have a speed post for you. Three simple things summing up my thoughts right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, that 110 should seriously have a 'let's hang out and be silly', un-cliquey, kiddy class outing that DOES NOT involve bimbotic activities like shopping. Botanic Gardens or the Zoo or something? Oh, and SOMEONE will murder us if we go as a class to do something fun so we know where NOT to discuss this and why we should NEVER make it open. Wink wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, that people in Singapore are very, very, very rude sometimes. I swear I've knocked down at least six people's things in Australia and in the end THEY apologised for bumping into me, wow. Made me feel guilty for not doing so first. And upon coming back, the security guard at the airport got my jacket caught on the machine and just yanked it off and handed it back coldly. What... Yeesh, I feel a bit picky now so nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three, that plurk.com is a wonderful place to rant and get ranted at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so I shall retire to a wonderful place called the bed now. Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7462374529431035054?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7462374529431035054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7462374529431035054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7462374529431035054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7462374529431035054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-facts-about-life-now.html' title='Three Facts About Life NOW.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3358033407506668596</id><published>2009-05-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:44:05.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bemused Figures Aren't Always Healthy! :O</title><content type='html'>Harhar, the only reason I censor my post titles with this very pretty skin is that they aren't even close to sensible. Take this one: Bemused Figures Aren't Always Healthy! :O Basically just random thoughts, figured you'd want to know. Yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is close to just declaring closure of my entire ruddy blog. I know I post very insufficiently but ANYWAY(my vocabulary is too limited to think of a more apt connector), I really need to get something off my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAH BOOKINGS AAAAH WHY AM I SUCH A NOTICEABLE IDIOT?!? AAAH SCOLDINGS HOMEWORK WHATEVER RUBBISH LAHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, done. ^^ And about the last post, don't let it worry you too much. It's all part of my daily thoughts, my perplexed pondering. (yay alliteration) So, yeah. I think too much according to my mom, but I know I can't possibly blab it all out in real life in case someone calls the mental hospital, so why not rant online? Well, it's not flaming or anything right? In any case, I wasn't emo-ing and in case I do decide to rant about my apparent displeasure and angst at life, I'll plainly state so. Like 'this is an emo post' and all. Yes. I will. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to chionging chinese zuowen and sihan at unearthly hours(1.38am!) because I fell asleep at 5pm. How idiotic, I know. And a certain person has just made clear to me how little EQ I really have and how my statements, which I may consider frank, tend to offend just about anyone in my vicinity. I'm really sorry to all whom I've hurt in any way and I swear I'll try to change. Thank you SO much to the honest person who's not bothered to hide their feelings from the world. You're probably the only one who knows how much I wish all those people I know secretly hate me would just say it in my face instead of trying to like me, and that I have a phobia of fake people. So here ends my post, and WHY AM I BEING SO FORMAL TODAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must use lots more Singlish lah. Yah lor, okay lor, good-bye lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3358033407506668596?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3358033407506668596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3358033407506668596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3358033407506668596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3358033407506668596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/05/bemused-figures-arent-always-healthy-o.html' title='Bemused Figures Aren&apos;t Always Healthy! :O'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5216234017874091281</id><published>2009-05-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:38:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Ponder, I Silently Wonder...</title><content type='html'>Are we all just afraid to be alone?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything we do, all we say, all we think and fear can't be just for our self-satisfaction and solitary existence. Everyone has definitely had the thought 'oh, does he/she/they like me?' cross their minds. And more often than not, they fear rejection. And in the first place, why are they rejected? Because those who rejct them fear rejection by their other peers who will reject them should they not reject the aforementioned party, and those peers do indeed make it a solid point to reject the 'victim'(shall we call him that?) because they feel that if they do not behave so, they will be rejected as well. We all live in a cruel circle of rejection, of prejudice and of society's norms. And yet we try to keep up with this mad ride by conforming and adding on to this cruelty. Isn't it plainly ironic? We say we must 'fit in' yet we're simply making 'fitting in' harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, even for me: Fearless and sharp-tongued, direct and crude I seem to others. They'd go, 'oh, you're being a little rude' or 'you're too direct!' and I laugh it off, but in my heart I'm thinking, 'It's over. They're not going to like me. They HATE me.' I don't know why but every single time I walk into the gates of school, I keep telling myself to stop trying, to stop conforming and stop being so...desperate, in layman terms? And many times I've acted like myself and simply not cared about how anyone saw me and I simply got paranoid. If someone I was talking to suddenly talked to someone else, I would freeze and think: am I not good enough? Are they better? And I HATE this part of me, I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm simply being a hypocrite now, delving into such topics when I have no right to do so. I admit I'm only human, only another person who wants and needs friends. I'm less confident than most, though I may seem to put on a strong facade. I've had times when the world crashed on me and couldn't muster enough courage to confide in anyone. In fact, I'll suddenly sink into random thought and depress myself and then start crying and then start feeling that the world is a bright place. I don't understand myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, I know this state of mind won't stay for long and soon my facade will be up again, covering all the lies. Or maybe I'll be truly happy? I'm not depressed now. I just... felt like posting here whatever I'd never say in real life just because either nobody would understand me or it's be just hard to say. I really don't even know what I'm posting this for or why and I'll tell you: I'm actually very scared that people will read it and think I'm a fake emo who wants pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think I'm stupidly paranoid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5216234017874091281?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5216234017874091281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5216234017874091281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5216234017874091281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5216234017874091281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-i-ponder-i-silently-wonder.html' title='As I Ponder, I Silently Wonder...'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-685333975098392290</id><published>2009-05-15T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:24:54.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah rant blah.</title><content type='html'>FINALLY. SAS ARE OVER! Lit was okay, Geog was okay-ish and Bio... *groan* I can only pray to get 20/60. And no, I'm not kidding. Just like I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten 0/6 for the last Maths GA. I know Miss Hou's going to hate me forever but yes, it's my fault for getting so obsessed with feeding my darned pet on Pet Society that I only studied a day before the actual SA. And even when I got DA, I studied only a couple of extra hours more. I PROMISE to try hard for Chem then, or at least listen to lessons more. Having the impending possibility of not passing Sec 1 is not entertaining at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I HAVE to rant. I just MUST. How would you feel if you couldn't even shout 'get lost' in your biggest enemy's face? And how would you feel if that person, for some reason, has the power to turn your family against you and ruin your life? I hate you. ihateyouihateyouihateyou. Get lost, go away, stop spreading lies and trying to split my family up. They all think I'm a rebel now because of you. My life is half-ruined because of you. It's all your fault you sickening creature, you patch of dirt that cannot be cleaned off the toilet bowl, you grain of black sand on a cloud! See, I didn't swear at you. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. RANT FINISHED. I promise you, dear readers, the aforementioned party is NOT you. They are in our midst, yet they would not bother visiting such trivial places such as these. And no, I am not beaten. I SHALL NOT YIELD TO YOU. So there, that settles it. Good-bye and good riddance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK TO HYPERNESS. YAY SA IS OVER LIKE I HAVEN'T SAID THAT ALREADY! :D ED outing was super awesome. Sabby is a spoiled, rich girl... tsk tsk. Okay lah, but a NICE girl. I mean, the house was so awesome! And Snowy, the white maltese(right?) was just so... *makes puppy face* You know. And Much Ado About Nothing(Shakespeare in the Park!) was really interesting, except that I lost it there a little at the start. But everything started to make sense soon. And no offence to Adrian Pang, but your accent always sounds the same... No offence taken, 'Lord Benedick'? BENEDICK. OMG. I AM THINKING SICK. Okay, sorry... Back to the point. You should have seen Adrian Pang jump into the pool with a striped full-body swimsuit and luminous goggles. Hilarious. And at the end, SURPRISE! EVERYONE TURNED INTO LINDY-HOP DANCERS! o.O Yes, as in like those two funky people who started doing some weird dance on stage last Assembly performance(before the funny Mrs Hoo one). Heehee, how inappropriate for a Shakespeare play, but after all they had Peranakan people and Chinese mamas and friars at a wedding among Chinese lanterns so why not throw in an old-school dance? Brilliant, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I leave you with my evening rant. Good-morrow, friends. (picked up from somewhere in the play, they say that in greeting instead of 'good morning')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-685333975098392290?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/685333975098392290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=685333975098392290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/685333975098392290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/685333975098392290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-rant-blah.html' title='blah rant blah.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2736270128086823799</id><published>2009-04-26T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:09:08.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LASTMINUTEMUGGERNESS.</title><content type='html'>This shall be a supersuper short post because I'm exercising my lastminutemugger-ness once again and my mind is now swimming with 成语 and 俗语. o.O Yes, you guessed it- CHINESE COMPO SA. *panic rise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I slack a fair bit like I always do. It's an incurable habit, I guess... I hate myself for forgetting around 8 pieces of homework so far. Yes, I'm very greatly improved from last year where I'd have at least 20 by now. But my New Year's Resolution was to change! :&lt; Now I know what people say when they complain about resolutions not coming true. Computer, you are my enemy. And now my parents are watching STAR AWARDS! I WANT TO! And I want Rui En to win something because she is greatly awesome and one of the only good actresses. Wait, is that over already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I SHALL go watch Star Awards and come back later. *slackermodeturnon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10.08pm) YAY RUI EN WON SOMETHING. I AM A PSYCHIC. :D Bye, back to work. Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2736270128086823799?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2736270128086823799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2736270128086823799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2736270128086823799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2736270128086823799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/04/lastminutemuggerness.html' title='LASTMINUTEMUGGERNESS.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-6281152842020791385</id><published>2009-04-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:14:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY SPECSSS. :o</title><content type='html'>HARLO AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting in front of the computer and typing this with no spectacles on and making a heckload of typos. Sigh. It's mainly because the only way to escape sitting in front is to change my specs lens so I don't have any 'eyesight problem' anymore... GAH. It's not easy getting used to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. The video during Bio today was so... disturbing. It put me off my recess but I was hungry anyway so I still ate and tried not to think, even a little bit, about ebola virus. I mean, it's just so creepy and sad that so many people could die so easily and quickly, just like THAT. BOOM. GONE. o.O And the soft-toy ebola reminded me of dog poo, and then Miss Hou was saying 'it's a giant virus!' And I was thinking, 'oh'. Haha, but it's surprisingly cute in a strange way, I don't know. Speaking of Bio, reminder to self- See Miss Hou for CES ASAP before I nearly fail like I did in past years. Sigh, I'm utterly terrible in self-learning so I basically go home and conk out or go home, do HW and then slack. No motivation for revision, and I know that's a super lame excuse but I don't know how to change, AAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, except that I spent so much time in Chinese CES and then I was thinking of going for Debate when I remembered I had to send Percia to Maths class. AND NOW THERE'S NO DEBBATE FOR THREE WEEKS SO I'VE GONE LIKE 1 AND A HALF MONTHS WITHOUT DEBATE WTF LAH. I get tired so easily nowadays, I just go home and fall asleep then forget all my homework then go to school the next day, see everybody talking and just stare into blank air. And speaking of talking, I got sore throat for the fifth time this year! My mum said it was unnatural so I went to see a doctor and I was told to remove my tonsils. BUT THEN MAYBE MY VOICE WILL CHANGE LEH. ARGH. I'd rather get sorethroats and keep my voice because if it changes, I might forget who I am or something. It's so scary... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about yesterday now, Drama excursion to the MUSEUM! I have museum fetishism, haha. I just find them so cool and awesome and un-boring. ESPECIALLY those with real dinoasur bones and stuff, or paintings! Like the LOUVRE... That was so beautiful I swear I won't ever forget it. So we went to see the Christian Lacroix exhibition, and Christian Lacroix is this designer of theatre costumes! I AM SERIOUSLY IN LOVE WITH HIS WORK! Victorian dresses mostly, btu that's the best part- Victorian fashions are serious eye candy. We saw the hoop-skirt type, the type that extends sideways like an umbrella(the wider it is, the richer you are o.O) and the tutu made Victorian. Beautiful. And then all the Sec 1s, that is, including me, started making paperdolls at the activity stand because it was GREAT FUN. :D No, seriously. Some of the seniors soon joined in, and then I guess we spent an hour or so there. Sigh, I kind of regret it because we didn't get to see anything else besides the museum shop after that. But the paperdoll-making was FUN. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH I LOVE DRAMA! Even though we only got Gold for SYF, everyone tried. Seriously hard. So the next SYF, we can work for Gold with Honours! I mean, it's a big improvement from last time's Silver, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ending off with a final random thought. I ignored my angel for months but not on purpose and now I feel so bad but I can't bring myself to tell her and she was so nice she even gave me bubblegum I am so evil... :'( What to do what to do what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. FORGOT TO SAY, BUT HAPPY EARTH DAY! AND I WILL WILL WILL GET YOU A PRESENT SABBY. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I visited RGPS on Saturday and the ISH was very nice. Even Mdm Loe became nice. So evil, make me miss everyone and everything more. :'/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-6281152842020791385?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6281152842020791385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=6281152842020791385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6281152842020791385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6281152842020791385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-my-specsss-o.html' title='I MISS MY SPECSSS. :o'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2833982473230206421</id><published>2009-04-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:38:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>勉強します。</title><content type='html'>こんにちわ！明日は日本語のテストです、今は勉強します。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I even write that right? ARGH. Is it '勉強します' or '勉強をします'? I know, what is this idiot doing being confused at 1.40am in the morning when the test is on the exact same afternoon..? I applaud you for your insightful thoughts, I truly do. And yes, of course this is sarcasm. Ha ha ha. I have a very warped sense of humour. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. IGNORE WHAT I JUST WROTE. I AM SERIOUSLY GETTING PARANOID! For some reason, I felt extremely snappy in class today, and ended up making my HCL compo about the shopping trip excursion we had in P1. -.- Argh, I should have written about HYDERABAD. Stupid stupid stupid me, why did I feel so sleepy when I slept SIX HOURS? I mean I usually sleep much less, but my mom says sleep before 1 and it's nearly two now and I'm wasting time on my blog and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling again, I know. I wonder who actually reads this nowadays, haha. It's a bit daunting to think that now I'm in RGS, I have to... care more? Like if I have something pressing me and I have to scream it out, I can't do it on my blog anymore? Ack. NO. WHAT AM I SAYING MY EXBLOG WAS SO DAMN EMO AND ANGSTY. Yes I know, why am I talking about BLOGS now? It's called dodging the topic so I don't have to study-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, stupid conscience. SHUTUPSHUTUP! Argh. Ah well, I guess my conscience is not happy now because I'm being caught slacking again. Sigh. Well then, I'll leave you with some stuff I've been fooling around with these past few days. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nifflas.ni2.se/"&gt;http://nifflas.ni2.se/&lt;/a&gt; -I downloaded the 'Knytt' game, it takes up little space but it's very satisfying for people like me who are pussies and love just fiddling around with a neverending world as long as it's nice and mysterious. And thank you, only idiots call themselves pussies. I know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eyezmaze.com/"&gt;http://www.eyezmaze.com/&lt;/a&gt; -EYEZMAZE IS THE BEST. Seriously, especially the Grow games I grew up with. Pun not intended. -.- Anyway, if you're a fan of those games that look pretty stupid but actually have an amazing amount of hidden detail in them, go play Grow games! And waste half your time doing pointless crap! Yay, two for the price of one. Be very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedthehead.net/"&gt;http://www.feedthehead.net/&lt;/a&gt; -Find this one out yourself. Guaranteed to waste at least fifteen minutes of free time, and force your poor mind to twist into various shapes. Okay, maybe not that bad but it did for me. Hehe, I can say that it's never really ending because the maker keeps adding new stuff. JUST EXPERIMENT WITH IT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience is fuming now so I need to make a run for it- er, I mean study. Hope I made your day the least bit weirder. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2833982473230206421?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2833982473230206421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2833982473230206421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2833982473230206421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2833982473230206421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='勉強します。'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-8406233998792159406</id><published>2009-04-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:43:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love/hate/adore/detest my LIFE.</title><content type='html'>Yes, in view of the fact that I am chionging LIT PIT with little time to spare, I shall provide a general view of all I want to say. Randomity ensues. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drama SYF ended and it was so awesome plus we stagehands looked so pro even if we were a bit noisy. At least we managed to fall asleep behind the curtains and make no noise during the actual show. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We had some really nice after-SYF party with PIZZA! YAY. I think I ate too much that day because I skipped dinner. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I joined PAPERPEACE. ^^ For CIP hours and for a good cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I absolutely cannot understand Bio and Maths, and I feel stupid because it's what we learned in P4 and I think I was smarter then. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I LURF 110. &lt;3 WE SHOULD REALLY GET A CLASS JACKET, PEOPLE. A HOODIE. Even though I know it's too expensive, but I'm willing to forfeit a class shirt for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I learned so much singlish in the past few days because of lit PT... So pro hor? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I NEED to WRITE! Script Frenzy sounded so fun last year but who knew PTs could be so tiring? Sigh... I'll probably die off because I only have 3 pages. And it's more Shakespearean than anything and it's really fake. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I MISS RGPS LIKE SIAO AND MY MUM THINKS I AM OBSESSED BUT I CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT AND WHY THE HECK AM I SO DAMN FRIGGING EMOTIONAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to SWEAR OUT LOUD AND CUSS NON-STOP! But I'm in EXCO so I must set a good example right? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm finding it harder to move on to the future and forget the past, because I see myself lingering on. And I don't really know who I am, who I want to be, what true happiness is and what the point of life is now. i.e, I am very very very confused and sickened at myself for being so pessimistic but I dread counselling by people whom I trust even less. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY~! I may have been ranting, so sorry. I'm just feeling so extremely weird and unsure about whether to be open, and even if I do be open, is my open-ness real? GAH. WHAT SORT OF PERSON DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of all this 'feeling' talk. I shall, for now, forget about missing RGPS or anything and focus 100001% on LIT PT. I'll get to go back on 18th anyway, or even Monday. Who knows? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I especially miss Lin Lao Shi who went off to somewhere just a 5 minutes' bus ride from my house, and yet I don't know how to visit her, when to or if I should. Sigh. And Mrs Chong is out everytime I went back. NO FAIR. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote more than I intended! :o Okay. BACK TO WORK, YOU BIG FAT WOLLOP. XD ('wollop' is an extremely thingifying word for 'idiot'. Courtesy of Mikoo, and YES I MAKE NO SENSE! YOU ARE SO SMART. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-8406233998792159406?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8406233998792159406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=8406233998792159406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8406233998792159406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8406233998792159406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-lovehateadoredetest-my-life.html' title='I love/hate/adore/detest my LIFE.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-1876493023528722776</id><published>2009-03-27T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:48:03.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Debate JG quarter-finals yesterday, RGS against RI! We lost, sigh. But gladly not a shamed defeat, because they were strong opponents and our debate seniors were awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, visualise this: This person goes up, starts talking without a single stammer, gets POIed tons, never loses confidence, smiles nicely... They looked too scary, trust me. I think maybe it's because they've been training for very long. Like they keep the same competition team for three years, but we switch around frequently. But they debate was really enriching to watch, haha. I managed to pick up a few good tips from there and scribble down two pages of illegible(except to me of course) notes, a fairly commendable effort judging by the fact that me and Ariel ended up with no seats, and we got one only so I sat on the table and these two RI guys arrived when the 3rd prop was making his speech(wtf so late) and started talking to each other loud enough to distract anyone beside them, i.e. me. But this makes me feel so... dunno, inspired? To someday stand up there and broadcast my views to the world. Yeeeah. :D But I think we've got some already-awesome debaters *coughyenjeanandarielcough* so they will be THE FUTURE OF RGSDEBATE. Ooooh. I can only hope to improve, and try doing so for now. *determination grin* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate aside, let me reveal a horrifying, stupendously-depressing-to-me piece of news: I got below class average for English. *dies* 9/20! NINE! 70% of my class passed too... Gah. I really have to find out what's wrong and study or else I'll never cope in RGS. But the stupidest thing was, if you count all the initially correct answers I'd cancelled away, you'd get 14. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last but not least, today is THE DAY. Earth Hour. Are you going to vote for Global Warming, or vote for our beloved Mother Earth? I'm voting for the latter. The choice is entirely yours, but the consequences are ours. So what will you decide? All it takes is a flick of the switch. If your lights are still on at 8.30 tonight, you've voted Global Warming. If they're off, you've voted for the Earth. Yep, you can go a step further and switch off everything else too: TV, MP3, computer... It's only until 9.30. Sixty minutes without electricity. Light a candle, talk to your family, look at the stars, go for a stroll in the park, go out and enjoy nature with your friends... so much you can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the old EOC (FYI: my last-year's SL group of environmentalistic people! :D)punchline would be fairly apt to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we do something, this monstrosity will not stop.&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming is not just a theory.&lt;br /&gt;It is reality. &lt;br /&gt;If we all do our part, we can do it. &lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;We will stop Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-1876493023528722776?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/1876493023528722776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=1876493023528722776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1876493023528722776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1876493023528722776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/debate-jg-quarter-finals-yesterday-rgs.html' title=''/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2245326358931519906</id><published>2009-03-25T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:41:17.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPER-ness OVERLOAD!</title><content type='html'>Let's just say I'm mildly, no- VERY ecstatic right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT FEATURED ON DA! THANKS TO A VERY NICE REMUS/HOBEE/HOPE CHOW LAURIE WHO RECOMMENDED. AND RENEE, IF YOU HAPPEN TO READ THIS: YOU'RE FEATURED TOO. AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of rant. Ehehe. I shall, I repeat, SHALL do something nice for her and stuffs, just to make an effort to be better and stop submitting haphazard manga people in. Yes, I will. And during the June hols: LEARN SHADING! Soemthing I've always been too lazy to do which results in everything looking positively cartoony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, if I were to describe the March hols in one word, I'd say it was enlightening. I met some greatly-missed friends at Vivo and had the best time of our lives, went on a holiday with two other kids: one really cute P2 girl and one boy who was actually sort of weird but then he was actually autistic, and we turned out to be great friends. Dunno, like we just clicked. They're apparently my parents' best friend's kids. :D And I also went back to my primary school to help in a chinese camp, on the way home discussing what we'd ideally be when we were adults&gt; (i.e. not boring, able to jump around and let loose and such!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this week's been a bumper ride. Monday, something happened in the morning. Maths results made me spend $7. Okay, indirectly. I got 18/32. YES. 18. As near-fail as fail can get. And so I started gorging to keep out of depression(like I always do) but my parents were strangely supportive when I got home. I'm really thankful for things like these: parents. Sure, they're mostly naggy and annoying, but it's really such a relief when I dread punishment and then they tell me they're going to support me regardless of how badly I do just if I try. But they're still wanting to transfer me to MGS. So I just pray, hope, wish it won't happen. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so moving on to Tuesday. Drama practice. Maths first period, Mrs Ang was nice and weird and funny as usual. And apparently our classroom is still dusty beyond words. o.o Hehe, we did ratio that day which was easy, thank goodness. After Maths, I ran off for Drama and then back up again to take my clothes to change into, only to bump into 陈老师 and crash her class. Chinese marks: 39/60. ONE MARK. AWAY. FROM 40! *cries* But I was expecting a fail, so I guess I should be thankful for this score already. Not like I used to be good at Chinese anyway. And so, Drama drained the life out of me I could say. But it was great helping out and watching them act, plus we brought tons of snacks and had a feast later so it was awesome! YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today was normal, the usual Wednesday after-RS starving ritual. I mean, 3  blocks before recess? Oh no. :x Until CLE, when I got my personality report thingy and discovered how low my score was. I think I really need to change as a person, because the report says I have poor management of feelings, I tend to blurt things out anyhow, and I have low self-confidence. What'd you think? o.o But on the bright side, eating Miss Pang's pear made me feel peaceful. Really! I don't know why, but Miss Pang makes people feel happy about life. Hehe. And I got 35/45 for Japanese CA1! Ack, minus careless mistakes and it'd be 41. Honest. Sigh, me and my carelessness. But I'm glad I coursed through this one. Must study hard next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To close off this post, I'm just saying I think I'm philosophising a lot these days and delving deeper into religion and such. Sigh, let's just say I know why the philosophers all committed suicide. Some things are... too depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the supposedly 'ancient' Miniclip game I was fiddling with on the class comp while waiting for 3.00. (shh!) IT EEZ FUN AND NOT LAME I TELL YOU! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:tahoma;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;table style="margin:0 0 10px 0; width:244px; background:#fff; border:1px solid #ccc;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:#000; padding:5px 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/black-knight/en/" style="display:block; text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.miniclip.com/images/icons/blackknightsmallicon.jpg" width="70" height="59" align="left" style="margin-right:5px; border:0;" alt="Games at Miniclip.com - Black Knight" /&gt; &lt;strong style="color:#000; border:none; text-decoration:underline;"&gt;Black Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0; clear:none; text-decoration:none; color:#000;"&gt;The King has created a new way of getting taxes from his people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; padding:5px 10px; border-top:1px solid #ccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/black-knight/en/" title="Games at Miniclip.com"&gt;Play this free game now!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Byee!&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/3929337053670944359-2245326358931519906?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2245326358931519906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2245326358931519906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2245326358931519906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2245326358931519906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hyper-ness-overload.html' title='HYPER-ness OVERLOAD!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-6026234618760949148</id><published>2009-03-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:05:01.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR. o.o</title><content type='html'>So today was...CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, CPR as in that CPR, the put-your-lips-to-the-casualty's-lips-and-breathe-for-them one. Although I find it mildly strange why they call it a CPR course. It's actually a FIRST-AID course, but that's a minor detail anyway. And how it was: boring and interesting at the same time. : &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first off: the 'choking' part. Denise was my partner, and let's say it went interestingly. So basically we were supposed to feign choking, and I ended up getting tickled so much I started laughing instead of choking. And when Denise was the casualty, let's say I poked too much. o.o Fortunately, I passed that segment in the practical quite okay-ishly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the CPR part, but I don't want to bore everyone who already knows how to do it, so basically it was just pushing on the chest, mouth-to-mouth and such. During the practical, we had to push 150 times in total. OUCH. And for lunch, I queued for 20 minutes just to get nasi lemak(which I *cough*donotreallylike*cough* but had no choice because it was the only food available) and the band people got free food with FRIED CHICKEN! :o Ah well, life is unfair isn't it. And so, that was supposed to be enough to sustain me for four hours. Trust me, it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip to the last test to save time(it's already 12. o.o)! So the last test was about wrapping slings and bandages and all. Gah. Although I got a 19 on the previous one, I'm horrible at doing such stuff so I freaked out totally and the instructor kept prodding me. Sigh. Denise(who was my  partner again :D) was much better, seriously. I think I took near 1/2 an hour but when she said 'you've also passed', I was thinking: "ZOMG. Really?" So thank God we got a nice examiner. And even more, the day finally ended! Though it's useful, I can't exactly say I'll want to go through this again. NO WAY. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm probably going to hit the sack.  And then wake up at 6 tomorrow and sit a boat for 2 hours to go to some kelong in Bintan. My parents' idea of fun. Hehe. But I don't really mind, except that my chinese worksheet's really 75% done and I have no clue how to do the rest AND I'll only be back on Monday, 12am. Sigh. So I'll probably bring my homework there or something, no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with something I think is cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/ScJsjCoXlTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2YJZSdXAR7U/s200/piyo2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314929859508016434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px; " /&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/3929337053670944359-6026234618760949148?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6026234618760949148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=6026234618760949148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6026234618760949148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6026234618760949148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/cpr-oo.html' title='CPR. o.o'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/ScJsjCoXlTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2YJZSdXAR7U/s72-c/piyo2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-738038323294203987</id><published>2009-03-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:02:27.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACTIVITY CHECK</title><content type='html'>Note: this blog is not dead, it just has a rubbishy owner who mucks around doing rubbish. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-738038323294203987?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/738038323294203987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=738038323294203987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/738038323294203987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/738038323294203987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/activity-check.html' title='ACTIVITY CHECK'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-6986523507819506161</id><published>2009-03-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:30:16.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY=HORRORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... to buy stuff for Bio PT, Ly-shan, Stella(random follower :D) and I RAN THROUGH THE RAIN around ten times, got lost for two hours, got tricked by people, i.e. got led left and then right and then left and then... *you get it* to get to Art Friend. And then when we got back to school, all we did was a bit of research and mould our organisms better. AND THEN when I got back home, I felt so sick that I slept for 5 hours and had a slight fever and skipped dinner again. Aah. Glad I'm okay now, or at least a bit better. I mean, I have strength to blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I have something I wanted to say last Mon but didn't say: I took 4 buses to get home. SERIOUSLY. As in after going to Jurong Point with Stella(don't ask. :P), I took 187 this looooong way ahead, and because I was so drained from SAs and such, I dozed off until WOODLANDS INTERCHANGE! *dies* And then, I took 925 to CCK interchange, then changed to 190 and then 920. :'&lt; Poor $1.80... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. This post is going to seem pretty random because I don't feel like posting and my head still feels like a rock. Heavy, sinking... AAH. I feel sort of emo and depressed for some reason. POETRY! I shall try to compose some poetry to getmy mind off this... :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now, my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;On this journey that'll never end&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the late, late night&lt;br /&gt;Therein we venture with might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness and the doom&lt;br /&gt;Of a pile of what is in my room:&lt;br /&gt;Homework! Homework, just too much,&lt;br /&gt;Homework, that'll be done until such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time does come that day shall break&lt;br /&gt;And when we're all supposed to wake&lt;br /&gt;Here we'll be, eyes black and sore,&lt;br /&gt;By the homework, doing more and MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we're on the bus to school,&lt;br /&gt;Our heads droop, and we being to drool,&lt;br /&gt;For the fatigue has taken over,&lt;br /&gt;And made us snore like a lawnmower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, we have to face our fate,&lt;br /&gt;And open our bag's ghastly gate.&lt;br /&gt;Dig deep inside, in front, behind...&lt;br /&gt;The doomed homework there, you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much? Aah, poetry feels so nice to compose after a while... I shan't slack now, back to Bio PT then! (MY ORGANISM STILL KEEPS FALLING APART)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Anyone know what 'symbiotic' means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-6986523507819506161?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6986523507819506161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=6986523507819506161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6986523507819506161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/6986523507819506161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/03/todayhorrors.html' title=''/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-8403238537420747865</id><published>2009-02-27T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:33:49.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish titles are a sign of brain failure.</title><content type='html'>I have three things to say, first off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I am positive that I failed Chinese, and possibly English as well. They were the hardest papers I've ever done... Aah, let's not delve into that depressing subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Momo had a sprained leg and... she's not eating much. I'm sort of worried and spent half an hour trying to coax her yesterday, what should I do? :'&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Aaaaaaaah. SAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about yesterday, me and Alicia and Xinyu and Yi Yin went back to RGPS! Yes, random group of people. It started with Xinyu going to ask me last week, and then I passed on the message to lots of people. Hehe. We got into Wan Qin's father's taxi(happened to be on the way) and we were VERY surprisingly not kicked out of RGPS. In case you were wondering why we would be kicked out, it's because the new principal doesn't really advocate ex-student visiting. She says it's only for special occasions. But then our seniors(as in sec 2s and even some sec 3s) came too, and we were sort of jamming up the place. Whee. So the seniors called Mrs Sng and the guard talked to her, but in the end SOMEHOW Mr Tan(as in hobbit) came down instead. So we all rushed to the canteen to eat. OH FRIED RICE, HOW I HAVE CRAVED FOR YOU THESE FEW MONTHS... Sorry, I just love RGPS fried rice! I mean, no offence but the east&amp;west stall sells really salty fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we just barged into classes and bugged teachers. And I can swear I was asked why we were here at least eight times. Aah, it felt to nice to have a glimpse of the place that's been by school for six whole years, and say hello the the teachers too. RGPS feels so homely, I WANT TO STAY THERE. :o Upon seeing us visit, the teachers all had very varied reactions, which I will attempt to describe now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loe: *stares at me* *gives me a joking-ish 'I'm already sick enough of you so why still visit' look*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grins maniacally and starts rambling*&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loe: *goes back into 'haiyo why is your maths so hopeless' mode*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *starts laughing insanely*&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loe: *fake scoldings and evil maths teacher-ness*&lt;br /&gt;Miss Poon: *pops out of staffroom and says 'don't be so evil lah'*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *tries not to laugh again, face extremely red from this already*&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: *gives sweets to both teachers*&lt;br /&gt;Teachers: *smiles and give thanks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random shouting, screaming and chatting between the four of us and teachers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洪老师: *walks past, glances at me with 'that' smile*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs again and asks if she still remembers my face, my name, my identity*&lt;br /&gt;洪老师: *tries not to roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's a little bit of what happened. Dunno why, but I was very hyper. Like HYPERHYPERHYPER! Probably because I ran and started shouting 'Mdm LOE!' and then ran even more down. Heh, and Xinyu, Yi Yin and Alicia were all super-hyper too, inevitable actually. All that nostalgia and familiarity... Aww, poetic ain't I. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later we saw Mrs Chin as well, and again I went running down and shouting. Apparently it wasn't usual for old girls to pop in after SLI, so she took a moment to register all of our faces (three seconds okay!) and she suddenly started smiling and recognising all of us and saying how I've grown. Jeez, I remember that the last time someone said that to me, it was my cousins when I was really young, like 2 or 3. (my cousins are all 25-26 years old now, no time to bother with people like me :'&lt;) Aah, I miss Mrs Chin too. Fine, I WAS scared of her in P4 to 6, but after PSLE I found no reason to anymore, because I couldn't get reprimanded about Maths anymore. And anyway her teaching methods were the only ones I understood beside Mdm Loe's. Yes, this year it's totally self-study and self-understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12pm we went to 5Q for 张老师's chinese lesson. It sure felt good to sit on the floor for lessons again, something we used to detest doing back then. And hear 作文 explanations, and get worksheets marked in an everyday manner. And have stuff shown on the visualiser, like the textbook. AND read out the entire passage together with the teacher! The joys of being young. :D So apparently I met Dolly's friend there(remember the face but not the name! :x) and 张老师 said we were 'uninvited guests' in a joking manner, of course. By that time, Mikoo had joined us and we also wrote this alternative beginning for this passage about a Sentosa excursion(remember 二十元? We did that activity for that as well) And ours wasn't good enough so it had to be marked! GASP. We're Sec 1 already... Heh, but 张老师 said it was a commendable effort. YAY. It's going to be printed out along with the P5s' group activities and complied into a handout for them! Yay, we left a mark behind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we barged into more classes and MR TEO IS ALICIA'S SISTER'S MATHS TEACHER. GASP. He looked extremely tired, sigh. So all we did was briefly say hi and then leave. But it felt so good to be back, even if it meant being bugged by swarms of juniors (first choir juniors that tried dragging me to choir and left for yantong after that, hehe. And then P6 juniors who started hugging me and asking for my number. :P) who were actually quite sweet. Yes, I miss them and want them all to come to RGS. *evil grin* By force. Just kidding, hehe. After another scrumptious meal, we went home. Me and Yi Yin were going to visit  林老师 in Beacon Primary, but then she had already left. Poor YY had to take 171 back to RGPS and then home. My bad. :'&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, now it's time to get serious and on to revision. HISTORY+GEOG+MATHS= EEK. But I'll manage... somehow. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'll miss House Prac(okay, not really the mass dance) and PSL Sessions.(SO FUN!) Aww, until MAY. Two whole months. :'&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I cannot ever get people and HOUSE. My brain capacity is too small to understand any of it, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-8403238537420747865?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8403238537420747865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=8403238537420747865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8403238537420747865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8403238537420747865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/rubbish-titles-are-sign-of-brain.html' title='Rubbish titles are a sign of brain failure.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3389126280219054343</id><published>2009-02-22T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:19:53.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEEEEE(how many posts have this title? o.o)</title><content type='html'>AAH. I HEREBY CONFIRM THAT I AM TOTALLY, ABSOLUTELY, TERRIBLY FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow is 听写 and SAs start on Wed. Plus there's a mock-SPA on Thurs. And oh, a GA too. I was sort of used to people pushing me around for so long: "Marcia, do your homework/hand in (this) or else I will(insert threat)!" And now it's just nothing. Blank. Like the teachers will just issue a booking or something, but they won't chase like they used to. Aah, and now I think my brain is reaching its limit and things refuse to be stuffed in further... I'm trying in vain to study the 40+ unknown phrases I discovered in the textbook so far. And I have totally no idea how to revise for Chinese, what should I do? And last but not least, I have absolutely NO IDEA what on earth a 'complex number' is. I feel like swearing. Aah, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today's exciting (and not so exciting) events. Momo's really filthy, really. When we brought her to Pets Republic for grooming, the people there said she had pee on her face, in her ears (wonder how it got THERE) and everywhere basically, leaving us no choice but to give her a wet shower and a grooming session. Apparently it's 10.07 now, and they groomed her at 2pm, and they're still doing another intensive session! Oh wow, Momo, how'd you get SO dirty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, for my group, was Bio PT discussion at Jiamin's house. I arrived LATE. But then we were made to drink some undrinkable orange juice. I found it okay though, just a little sour. Qingyun managed to choke down 1/4 of it by the end, 3 hours later. Heh. Due to my lack of lunch, I gobbled down one Ferrero Rocher, 2 hotdog buns and lots of Marks &amp; Spencer's chocolate biscuits. :D Yes, I KNOW I'm just trying to indirectly confess I'm a gorger. Whee. We fooled around pretty much actually, and then we searched Ly-Shan online and found Lychee Liqueur. No kidding. It seems like the trend to search your name online nowadays, and see what odd results you get. Hehe. After a lot of fidgeting, we discussed the shape of Zorg and kept on thinking of silly ideas like hearts with cracks where the consumers could fall in and die, and then the decomposers could eat them. And then Qingyun started talking about laughing gas and we laughed for five minutes straight. =.=" Apparently, Karen was there too and she sprayed imaginary laughing gas. And then we were pretending that the chocolate sticks (fingers) were Karen's fingers and that Cynthia(Karen's mom, courtesy of Mrs Ang also) would come beat us with an imaginary cane. Ahaha, I love imaginary friends. SO FUNNN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we basically did nothing until Qingyun nearly left, and we started discussing a lot after she did. So evil right? Ah, but I'll update you when I can okay, Qingyun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying now. *insertrandomwarriorcry* I SHALL PASS SA! YAAAAAAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: My mealworms are moulting. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3389126280219054343?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3389126280219054343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3389126280219054343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3389126280219054343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3389126280219054343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheeeeeehow-many-posts-have-this-title.html' title='WHEEEEEE(how many posts have this title? o.o)'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2829507884655761776</id><published>2009-02-19T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:46:37.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wormies!</title><content type='html'>Alright, big newsflash: I'm not reserve emcee anymore. o.o Basically, Miss Chen just told me that the teacher in charge thought I was too lousy and useless, so they kicked me out. Okay, I meant that was her underlying meaning but in actual fact she said it in a nice way, that's all. Aah, I think she expected me to get all depressed and such. But I'm fine with it. I mean, painting sets for ELDS can't be that bad. OKAYOKAY STOP TELLING ME I'M JUST FINDING A WAY TO CONSOLE MYSELF. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MOVING ON. Today's ELDS practice was... :'&lt;. Seriously. First we helped to lug this loooooong mirror up the stairs of Block J2, and a chipped off piece plonked on the floor. And then all the seniors were going on about 'seven years of bad luck', but there were seven of us so it's one year. AH. I DO NOT NEED MY ALREADY UNLUCKY YEAR TO BE JAM-PACKED WITH MORE MISFORTUNES. And then after that, we watched the seniors rehearse for SYF... I don't know if I should tell you the plot, but in case it's supposed to be confidential let's play safe. So everything sounds alright so far, right? No. We were asked to leave after twenty minutes or so, I think because we were too noisy/chatty/inconsiderate/not needed. :x And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration of practice: 1 hour. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so me and Julia went to the canteen and spent half an hour eating. WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today was EL FA! Not that difficult, really. Manageable. For the follow-up assessment, I did this really emo story about not being able to smile. Aah, again I cannot disclose too much for the chance of letting out the questions to people who haven't done it yet. And anyway, geog was quite nice as usual. Miss Pang said something about how she learnt the right way to crawl from a Russian GEP teacher because she taught her how to spin in the right direction to balance her chakra. o.o Okay, my family has weirder theories like that, so I won't dispel the possibility that spinning can benefit you. Hehe, Miss Pang's a brain gym consultant who knows yoga. And she's SO nice too, she really reminds me of this buddhist nun at my temple. Yes, I know the comparison sounds weird. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I got my nametag yesterday. MY IDENTITY. This means no more being mistaken for a Sec 3/4 who forgot her nametag and that my angel will know who I am. Which can be a good or bad thing. Nevertheless, I'm still so happy about having that shiny red badge pinned on, FINALLY. By the end of Sec 4 I'll have worn a red nametag for 10 years! GASP. (since P1!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll just leave you here, I have to go and interact with my mealworms. THEY ARE SLEEPY 'COS IT'S NIGHT TIME. o.o And also, the chinese SHAO NIAN WEN ZHAI is nice, go read it! YAY! So bye for now, and my stand on mealworms: cute. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2829507884655761776?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2829507884655761776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2829507884655761776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2829507884655761776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2829507884655761776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/wormies.html' title='Wormies!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5149400516856638593</id><published>2009-02-17T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:05:09.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's Day= o.o</title><content type='html'>Right, I have one thing to re-iterate: Don't expect me to be doing something great for Founder's Day. I'm a RESERVE EMCEE. :'&lt; Aah, all the other ELDS juniors(excluding AWESOMELY LINGUISTIC Julia who is a emcee and Louise who's a VICTORIAN LADY *in awe*) get to be background dancers, i.e just dance and not memorise any long lines. Aah, I have to memorise a 8-page monstrosity of a script and I don't even know if I'll ever get to perform. And still, I really want to. I mean, on Saturday all the alumni will come and Miss Lui is an alumni, so she'd probably be coming. I want to, erm, be the emcee for that day at least. :x Dunno how to say it without making me sound like a romantic wimp. Gehh. At practice today, I practically did nothing but write down notes when Julia and the Sec 2 girl, Victoria, said their lines. So sorry for making you think I'd landed myself a big role or something, eh. Apparently we(me and Julia) were 'chosen' out of the blue, and I have terrible annunciation AND pronunciation so I'm a reserve. I know I always say negative things about myself, but that's 'cause I can't think of anything positive. Eck. I think I'm pretty different now actually, because in P5 I was really, really disturbed. For most people the growing stage comes when they hit 13, but to me 11 was that life-changing year, the year of trials and tests. And also the best year of my life, in regards to sorrows and joys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I know I sounded a little philosophical there. Whoops. Anyway, I'm SUPER worried about my studies now: 28/50 for HCL mock exam and 5/10 for GA! The only things I know I (sort of) did well for were Bio Drawing and Geog FA. Arrh, I really do plan to study hard though. Today I sort of read through WS 2-14 three times, and I sort of understand Maths stuff now. I'm going to be emo now and start saying I really think I didn't grasp the chance earlier and listened in P4. Because I can only start getting depressed on my blog, really. I think I portray too much of a smiley image in school, but that's 'cause I get big moodswings. Except they're MUCH better hidden now, and I don't start hitting random people/crying in the middle of class like P4 to P6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I growing up? It's sort of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Our replacement Speech&amp;Drama teacher, Miss Rosie, is SO NICE! And she's from the UK... Ooh. Plus Miss Tordoff is going to be in 'The Importance of Being Earnest'. I sort of read about it in Life! a few days ago. ZOMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5149400516856638593?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5149400516856638593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5149400516856638593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5149400516856638593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5149400516856638593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/founders-day-oo.html' title='Founder&apos;s Day= o.o'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5981967422545603950</id><published>2009-02-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:54:01.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYAAAAH.</title><content type='html'>I think I failed Maths GA yesterday. Yes, really. Actually, I'm 80% sure I did. And I don't understand Maths at all! I miss RGPS teachers, they're really so easy to ask for help. Ahh, and Mrs Ang is that easily-distracted sort of person, and she keeps telling me to shush when I ask questions because she'd forget what she was going to say, and then I don;t understand what she says. AT ALL. Oh gosh, why didn't I listen in P4 to P6? And why am I so hopelessly dumb? Can I even call myself a GEPer, I wonder. Probably not. AAAAAAH. I know I sound like I'm being so emo, but I can't help it. How am I even going to get GPA 2 at this rate? I reeeeeaaaaalllly wish I listened, and if only I could turn back time... Okay, if I ever get another try in life I'll remember this lesson. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway people, for those of you who know I'll be in Founder's Day, don't be too excited... I'm only a RESERVE emcee. That means if they both arrive, I shall be free of roles. WAHAHA. Well, I don't like the role of an emcee. :x I feel so substandard and incompetent, because seriously, my pronunciation is terrible and I keep toking like dis. And I fail at accents. Blehhh. The rest of the ELDS people get to be background dancers! SO INFURIATING. Why'd they have to choose me for reserve emcee? :x But I'll make the best of this. Because it's not everyday I get to have the slightest chance to appear on stage. WORKHARD. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the point about school. I just don't think I'm even vaguely intelligent, honestly. I pretend I'm some person who understands what the teachers are talking about and all, but seriously I can't. The only subject I'll ever comprehend is English, and mine's not exactly wonderful either. I can't ever stress on how smart everyone in RGS is. I seriously can never see myself competing with these people: the awesomely artistic 110, the smart mathsy 113, etc. And to think that before, I didn't care about examinations at all. And I think it's a little too late to stop slacking, but it's now or never right? Plus I seriously don't think the teachers like me much, except for Miss Pang who's really nice to everyone. So not counted. :x And gah, why'd I even care? I guess I'm that sort of person, really. Deep down, I crave for attention. Yeah, I know that sounds really selfish but I really wish I'd be accepted, liked and not shunned anymore. In spite of my noisiness, hot temper, irrationality and sheer stupidity. Yeah, I've accepted myself and got past that suicidal phase. But sometimes my emotions can really get me down, times like now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go send the commonwealth essay to Ms. Chen now, so I guess that'll be it then. Until next time, or at least when something vaguely interesting happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5981967422545603950?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5981967422545603950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5981967422545603950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5981967422545603950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5981967422545603950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/gyaaaah.html' title='GYAAAAH.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7900397514382668670</id><published>2009-02-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:09:55.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thing I'll do Today.</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is actually the last real activity I'm doing today- blogging. It's four minutes to one now, pretty early counting that I sleep at two usually. YAY. So today was debate session three, pretty fun especially because we got to do a real debate! I messed up big-time, but the seniors really did give insightful and constructive criticism. And I met someone who was my ex-RGPS fitness club senior, and she's now in Sec 3. Oh wow. I can't believe we still remember each other after three years, because my memory isn't exactly my best attribute. So anyway, after debate there was a heavy rain and I had no umbrella, which resulted in me staying in school with Tamisha, Sristi and this other girl I met yesterday(she's in ELDS too!) who has cute, poofy hair. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week so far's been nowhere near as manageable as I'd hoped it to be. Aside from insufficient sleep and panda eyes, I'm cramming for the Math test! Geez, if I fail or something my parents will get disappointed again. And they(teachers, not parents) are choosing student leaders in Term 2. The chances of me becoming a JPSL are practically NIL, but I'll still try. To try. I don't know why keeping my big mouth shut is such a terribly difficult thing, but maybe it's because I used to get my way in primary school, and the teachers were much nicer then... I miss the old teachers loads! Aah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having really mixed feelings about 110 now, because to me it's such an awesome class but I feel there are cliques that have formed strong since aeons ago. Well, I know I'm not the first to address this but these cliques have probably already been there since the dawn of time(i.e primary school), so it's really difficult to break the barrier and accept everyone, right? I just have one thing to say: If differences set us apart, we aren't a truly bonded class. If differences make us closer, then we have truly achieved our goal. Don't discriminate against others, and that goes for myself as well. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, a changed blogskin. I just love the new one, what about you? I was planning to use a masquerade skin earlier, but it was too macabre and sorrowful so I guessed not. After all, I wouldn't like people to cry whenever they read my blog. Bedtime for me is now, right this moment, at once. So until next time, Sayonara! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama tomorrow, then Debate on Friday. I SWEAR I'm going to sleep the entire weekend, or at least twenty-four consecutive sleeping hours. Yaaaaawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7900397514382668670?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7900397514382668670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7900397514382668670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7900397514382668670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7900397514382668670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-thing-ill-do-today.html' title='Last Thing I&apos;ll do Today.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5378618146953618530</id><published>2009-02-07T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:06:53.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra, extra! 7th Feb v1.05 ;]</title><content type='html'>Ahh, first ever double-post-in-one-day rubbish. Yes, I'm going to say rubbish instead of cr** from now on. In case, erm, Miss Chen reads my blog or something. I don't know however she could, but I'm just taking safety measures. Yes, my blog will be vulgarity-free and kiddy-oriented! Okay, not really but nevermind, don't mind me. Why do I double post, you ask? Just to tell you the extremely weird fact that I AM DOIGN COMMONWEALTH. Yes, way behind time. But I love writing ever so much, so it's more like I want to do it. My story's so far 400 words, and it's about a train ride. Ooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's about it. Now let me go and rush out the story while you ponder at why I even bothered to blog about this cr- rubbish. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5378618146953618530?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5378618146953618530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5378618146953618530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5378618146953618530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5378618146953618530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/extra-extra-7th-feb-v105.html' title='Extra, extra! 7th Feb v1.05 ;]'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-8023132877790864983</id><published>2009-02-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:12:14.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Practice 2! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Oh yay, I have now successfully gotten rid of the terrible rash on my left elbow. And it was so terribly prominent just days before, hehe. So, erm... I must remember never to eat five prawns in one go EVER again. Not that I like prawns, anyway. Just cereal prawns... *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today was House Practice 2, as all Sec 1 Rafflesians should know. Ah, it was so fun... But people weren't as 'enthu' at first, mainly because of lack of sleep and thus lack of concentration. But Richardson is so awesome, seriously! &lt;3 And a letter from my lovely angel brightened up my day. I sort of rely on this angel-mortal thing to be something to look forward to even if there's a horrible assignment/test/etc. the next day. I just find it so comforting to find something addressed to you, and you feel like you're wanted, you know? Heh, even if I'm a really irresponsible replier(maybe once every 3 days, once I replied after 2 WEEKS), my angel and god-angel still don't dump me. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that, we had high jump trials and sprinting trials. Of which both I failed terribly, you guessed it. I'm neither academically nor athletically inclined, sigh. And everyone here seems to be so good at everything... I can't even run to save my soul. I landed in the middle of the two cushioned parts and got squished, twice. All this while banging against the rubber band. o.o Our class had lots of really pro high jumpers though. And as for sprinting, I was twice as slow as the other two people in my lane and I felt really tired even if it was maybe just 50m. I seem to be getting worse at running everyday. Clocking 8:57 for 3 rounds at PE was a miracle, really. Hehe, it wasn't worth the amount of tiredness, giddy spells and muscle cramps I had to endure until the next morning. I'll definitely NEVER take part in a marathon, because I tire quickly and my body seems too heavy for my legs to lift. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after lots of cheering and Richardson love, we had PSL sessions! It was really nice to see all of the PSLs together again, and to be able to have fun and play games together... I still can't believe I'll be seeing Janne 4 times a week in future though. Really big coincidence. o.o I'm so surprised I'm good enough for Drama and Debate, my top two choices! And Japanese... :3 I know I'm gloating. MUST. BE. HUMBLE. Like Wilbur. Okay, nevermind, ehehe. But anyway, I still love Charlotte's Web and AWIT. Charlotte's Web being the best literature book I did, ever. ASOB is okay, but it's an anthology, and I prefer novels generally. I heard from my god-angel(who is in Sec 3) that we will be doing Merchant of Venice in future. Shakespeare! I don't really get why anyone would find his plays boring, they're so dramatic and simply good material for some drama series. Ooh, Shakespeare-based drama. Sounds great. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after PSL session, we had some discussion with classcomm members. About really fun activities we're going to do, they'll be revealed on Monday. I just can't wait for them to be carried out! I'm really glad I managed to 'fit in' in 110 and attain a sense of belonging(so cliche). Because when I first start in a new place, I'm usually trying to twist my personality, become more popular, stuff like that. But for RGS, I didn't really do that and I didn't really try to fit in, but I sort of feel I belong. Somehow. Makes you feel all warm inside, right? &lt;3 And next week's International Friendship Week! Want hugs? :3 Hehe, spread the love okay. And don't forget to tell your friends how much you love them! I sound like one of those advertising PITs/PSLs right? o.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, famous last words: GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD! I mean bye for now. Yes, the whole post was basically me being random and talking about my own feelings. So egoistic, right? But that's the way a diary should be kept, and a blog is like a public diary. :] Anyway, until next time. I shall go reply to my lovely god-angel and angel's letters. Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Oreo Chocolate shakes. From Sweet Talk, that nice bubble-tea store. *drooool*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-8023132877790864983?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8023132877790864983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=8023132877790864983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8023132877790864983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8023132877790864983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/house-practice-2-3.html' title='House Practice 2! &lt;3'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7114565643880833002</id><published>2009-02-04T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:09:53.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibilities- Part of Life.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I know I only post when I feel like it so I bet nobody reads this blog anymore. Ehh, nevermind. Anyway, due to my current role as Environment I/C, I'm going to have to be a lot more organised. And tons more respectful, etc. etc. Basically go through an entire 'self-improvement' thing. Geez, I know how I always start talking and then everything I promise myself doesn't work, but maybe it will this time? I'm too fickle-minded, gaaah. But it's more of a MUST this time than a WANT, because even for CCAs, I have one Merit, one Core and Third Lang so I have to be more organised unless I want to totally flunk all my exams. So I shan't let this year go to waste! YOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what you saw above was mostly me babbling to myself, sorry about that. DEBATE IS AWESOME&lt;3 Whoops, sorry. Today we had the Debate General Meeting for all the 19 new additions(me and Yixuan from 110!), i.e Sec 1s. And we did lots of stuff like play games, eat cake and come up with a VMG(Vision, Mission, Goal) for Debate. Yawn, a little bit too cliche and boring(VMG) but it has to be done, no? And I just discovered that 3rd Lang falls on the same day as one of the Debate practices so I have to change the date. And also, since my parents are happily relaxing in Tokyo now, I have to teach Percia how to do Maths! I'm really very worried about her and her grades. I mean, she's in P4 already and she still doesn't work hard. She flunked her last Maths test with 9/36, the worst in the entire class. Maybe it's all my fault because I was a big slacker in P4 too, but I really don't want her to turn out like some delinquent, maybe even worse than I used to be. So I really have to make sure she does work hard. Eek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that big talk, I really have to go and plan stuff for Environment now. AND THE ORANGE-CUTTING BIO WORKSHEET! I hate oranges, ahaha. In five short words, I have to go now. Until I'm free/energetic enough to post again, that's it. I think it'll be a miracle if I don't collapse under all this, blegh. No, I'll manage. I WILL! (so determined huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, bye. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7114565643880833002?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7114565643880833002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7114565643880833002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7114565643880833002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7114565643880833002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/02/responsibilities-part-of-life.html' title='Responsibilities- Part of Life.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-1554953935347512742</id><published>2009-01-22T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:44:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of... Unfortunate Events?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I haven't blogged in a long time. Sorry again, and I don't know how many times I'll relentlessly keep apologising for the same mistake. Ehehe. But anyway, today wasn't my lucky day, really. I'm dead tired and all I want is a hot shower and the comforting presence of my soft, warm bed is so tempting... It's like I have to resort to self-hypnosis. DO NOT FALL ASLEEP. DO NOT FALL ASLEEP. And I'm hungry(okay, I always am) and there's prawns for dinner. Eck. I'm sort of allergic to prawns, but only if I eat too many. My face gets slight rashes. o.O And anyway, about the misfortune of my day today... First and foremost, I FORGOT MY SCHOOL BADGE. Sigh. I had to lie to the prefect that I'd left it in class and dash over to Sristi's class to borrow one. Sorry, Sristi... Promise I'll return you the badge tomorrow! And then I was nearly late for assembly, eek. And the discipline here is really strict... Nails a bit long? BOOK. Late for class? BOOK. Left class lights and fans on? BOOK. Even a minute late for assembly? BOOK! And so it's so amazing how I haven't gotten a single booking. The most terrifying booking category? Never did/brought homework? BOOK. Die for sure. But amazingly, I've not forgotten just yet, though it's a hefty lot we're getting. Maybe my new year resolutions MIGHT work out after all..? That's really like achieving the impossible, but I can still try, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next on, I had to eat instant noodles for lunch. By the time I got down, the queues were so loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong. Seriously. They stretched across the whole canteen! So cup noodles it was, but poor Qingyun found that the water wasn't working. Eep. And after lunch it was English, and we had Miss Chen again! Yay! Okay, she's my favourite teacher this year. Ehehe. It was this thing about plagiarism, but still it was rather interesting because of how funny some things were. And I've come to the following conclusion which is nonsensical but true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU GET ANY WORKSHEET CORRECT, YOU ARE PLAGIARISING THE CREATOR OF THE WORKSHEET BECAUSE OF YOUR FAILURE TO CREDIT THEM AND PERHAPS NO USE OF PARAPHRASING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, eh? So this is saying we're all going to get fined max. $1,000,000 and get a jail term of two years? Hooray! And so just to be safe, at the back of my worksheet I wrote: All answers courtesy of Miss Chen. Ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, after school it was Japanese! We learnt stuff like classroom terms and how to say your telephone number. Mine is hachi ni ni hachi something something beep beep. Ehehe, must retain my privacy, no? And basically Japanese was long and tiring, but I met Sonja from last year's choir! She asked me if I was Sec 1 or Sec 2. Erm, why? Bad memory, perhaps. Ahaha. But she's in MGS now, a pretty good school if you ask me. After Japanese, I was dead tired and I was sent home in my parents' car. But when I got to the lift, the worst thing ever happened. Because my New Year's resolution was to be kinder to people and be more civic-minded, I asked an old lady and an old man what level they lived on. The old lady was carrying bags and bags and bags, so she replied kindly, sixth floor. And the old man? Well, he too was carrying a heck of a lot of stuff but all he did was throw the stuff down and press his own number. He even glared at me, eherm. But I kept a straight face and just smiled politely. Sigh... But it doesn't mean that being kind doesn't pay, so I'll try my best! Sounds too enthu, blehh. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss RGPS so much... RGPS, I'm coming back to see you tomorrow. And teachers, please don't leave so soon. :[ Because we're coming at 1.30, silly full-day school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Mustn't forget to do the ICT Cyberwellness homework! :o What time shall I be able to sleep today, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I know this is really late, but to the two RI boys who passed away earlier... Rest in peace. Since we're all the same age and we're part of Raffles after all. It's a bit sad and scary at the same time. Maybe we should all really learn to cope with stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-1554953935347512742?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/1554953935347512742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=1554953935347512742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1554953935347512742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1554953935347512742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/01/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A Series of... Unfortunate Events?'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2247092202251073008</id><published>2009-01-11T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:40:29.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis only the Beginning.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so anyway... TODAY EEZ MY BIRTHDAY! Yay. Even though my parents didn't get me anything, we still watched Ponyo(so CUTE) and ate CAKE. And more CAKE. CAKEY WAS YUMMY! :3 Plus my sis was being utterly adorable and nice today, so I guess it was all worth it, forgoing the presents. Ehehe. So I'm officially the only 110 person who's 13. How depressing, no? *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Orientation ended yesterday. All too soon... Our class won 3rd for Station Games and the Most Sunshiney Class Award! YAY! I know the award name is weird, they gave out stuff like 'Most Funkalicious' and 'Most Divine' to every class. Not that weirdness isn't good, eh? And we had an Orientation Camp which rocked so much I seriously can't describe it. Well, all except for the part where the hall floor was so hard. But that was okay, because I got to sleep near Dolly, Hobee and June happened to miraculously appear in front of me. Ooh, scandalous! Oh, sorry. That thing's becoming a habit if you get what I mean... And Miss Chen was sleeping diagonally across me and so close that I had to abandon the 'investigate-ghost-toilet' plan. Aww. Dinner that night was really good, spaghetti and chicken and fish fillet and cheesy potatoes! GO PSR! (I shall explain later) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our PSLs were really nice and so were our prefects, Lavinia and Li Ting. They're just so patient and caring, aside from the part where they nearly banged our doors down in the toilet. Can't blame them though, Marianne took 11 minutes and she wasn't from 110(obviously) and the PSLs banged and banged and banged and- you get it. When she finally got out, her cheers were the loudest. And at the end, Jen said whoever got out last would 'get her' that night(Grace's idea) and I TURNED OUT TO BE THE ONE. But fo course, they happily forgot about it. Ehehe. Not my fault actually, I got in last and took 2 minutes EXACTLY. Quickest bath ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now about PSR. Our class play was basically about the Potato Sack Racing club getting disbanded due to high injury rate as announced by the principal, and the members try best as they can to save their CCA. All efforts in vain, they finally organise one last race. And something unexpected happens- a member falls down and hurts her knee. So the rest of the racers help her up and slowly move towards the finishing line. Moved by their undying passion, the principal decides to let PSR stay, except for the fact that they'll wear knee and elbow pads for safety. Whee. And yours truly was the creator of this ridiculous idea. Hobee was scriptwriter, though. And the wonderful PSP(Potato Sack People) were me, Vivian, Boon(Cherlene) and Jiamin. And I was that silly falling down girl. My knee really DOES hurt from the rehearsals, and the fact that I really did fall down by accident while trying to act like it does not help either. Ehehe. There's an ugly-looking bruise there now, but hey, at least it's middle-sized. All for 110, after all. What a noble cause. ;] And after the performance, the PSLs were well-done-ing me and some others which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And I got huggled by Li Ting because my hands were too orangey from peeling potato sack spraypaint to shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Orientation has come to a really quick and slightly sad close. I'll really miss the PSLs because we won't be seeing them often but at least Jessie and Li Ting are in Richardson! By the way, Richardson is zee best because it's so full of spirit and it's got a Hokkien cheer. And I absolutely, positively failed the trials for events. Hope I'll get in cheerleading at least. For points, though I'd prefer that to sports. Anyway, 110 FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many thanks to Janne, Jen, Jessie, Grace, Brenda, Dawn, Li Ting and Lavinia! You're all really great. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN. 110 FOREVER! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2247092202251073008?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2247092202251073008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2247092202251073008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2247092202251073008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2247092202251073008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/01/tis-only-beginning.html' title='&apos;Tis only the Beginning.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4610221938945625768</id><published>2009-01-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:21:53.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A snippet of rubbish.</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to be the shortest post ever, if it can even be called that. But anyway... I love RGS and 110. But I miss RGPS ever so much, especially the teachers and juniors. Dunno why. Camp tomorrow, really excited. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE! Told ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4610221938945625768?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4610221938945625768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4610221938945625768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4610221938945625768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4610221938945625768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/01/snippet-of-rubbish.html' title='A snippet of rubbish.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3267864328700985276</id><published>2009-01-02T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:13:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year(two days too late)!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! *throws sparklers and confetti and all that stuff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I know it's far too late to be saying this anyway. But my computer died out until today and I had to go through all that installation and the likes, etc. etc. So you get what I mean. Anyway, it's 2009. Gasp all you like, I bet you can't believe it too. And we're(mostly) all in RGS now, right? Anyway, new years always have to begin with resolutions. And as usual, I have quite the list which may or may not come true. In fact, the last time a resolution came true for me was... Say, when I was seven? But I did make a list still, and I'm posting it on here just to encourage myself more. Not sure if that works though. Ehehe. So my resolutions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a leadership position in RGS(preferably PSL) by the end of this year&lt;br /&gt;-NOT give up Japanese and actually learn it properly&lt;br /&gt;-Get far above average in every subject and top the class&lt;br /&gt;-NOT get a bad reputation among the teachers&lt;br /&gt;-Bring all my homework on time and actually do it&lt;br /&gt;-Revise for the examinations starting now&lt;br /&gt;-Basically stop being the bottom of the bottomless pit in studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Sounds impossible? Probably. But I've actually started looking through more schoolbooks now... By the way, school days are much longer nowadays. Still, I think it's going to be a lot of fun as well as a lot of hard work. I'm in class 110, and my form teacher is Mrs. Audrey Chen. Somehow she reminds me of Mrs. Chong in a younger version. She speaks those sort of accent-free English that I envy so, and she seems really strict, but not unfair though. And our Philosophy teacher is Mr. Lim, someone I haven't got much of an impression of yet. I like my class lots, the people there are really nice. And we've got 13 RGPS GEP people there. YAAY. Plus I'm in the same class with Jolene for the fourth consecutive year. GASP. And Hobee's in my class too, but Aaheli isn't, sadly. I hope this class gets confirmed to be my class, though. It's a good enough combination, hehe. The PSLs are really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't got much time left. Hello 2009 and here's to a great year ahead! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3267864328700985276?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3267864328700985276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3267864328700985276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3267864328700985276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3267864328700985276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-yeartwo-days-too-late.html' title='Happy New Year(two days too late)!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7100321121923599375</id><published>2008-12-28T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:52:12.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up to my top with RAAAANDOM thoughts. :3</title><content type='html'>This is so pointless, but I'm doing it as part of the effort to stop my blog from going into permanent hiatus. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Rule1: Be honest no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;#Rule2: Pass on to 10 persons at the end of the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;-My mum. &lt;br /&gt;Where was your profile picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;-I stole it off photobucket. &lt;br /&gt;Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm attached. To MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;-Well, no. If you don't count pets. &lt;br /&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;-Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;What's your brother name (Younger/Older)?&lt;br /&gt;-No brothers.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-Neon green, purple, neon blue and funky pink. And black and white. :3&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;-In school. Boredom KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;-Whaddya think? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;-If drowning in a pool counts, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Something you do alot?&lt;br /&gt;-EAT. Yumyum, I am ZE gorger.&lt;br /&gt;Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-Not now, but very likely anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-Because... *cries* The person I like is my awfully beautiful self. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cry?&lt;br /&gt;-Today.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;-My family and friends and teachers. Basically everyone who's made a big impression on my life. &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;-Ehh... People, school, life. So philosophical, right? :3&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;-Ka Ying.&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite songs?&lt;br /&gt;-What Sarah Said- Death Cab for Cutie and Sakurairo Maukoro- Nakashima Mika&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Roleplaying, writing, brooding over my misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;-My closest friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;What is the color of shirt you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;-White.&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, my family.&lt;br /&gt;What is your lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;-11?&lt;br /&gt;Describe your life in one word&lt;br /&gt;-Incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Someone.&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;If you could wish for something over a birthday cake right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing, stupid birthday wishes. They're faaaake. =[&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;-to the air rushing by my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;-My mum.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;-My father, duh. He does that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't 'like' anyone except myself, and OF COURSE I DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;What is your natural color hair?&lt;br /&gt;-Black. OMG MAYBE IT'S PURPLE. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person tat made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;-Manda. The big fat squishy panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;01: Heng Hwee&lt;br /&gt;02: Melony&lt;br /&gt;03: Jess&lt;br /&gt;04: Leanne&lt;br /&gt;05: Wenxin&lt;br /&gt;06: Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;07: Bella&lt;br /&gt;08: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;09: Alana&lt;br /&gt;10: Sudesna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are repeats, but whoever else blogs nowadays? :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7100321121923599375?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7100321121923599375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7100321121923599375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7100321121923599375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7100321121923599375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-up-to-my-top-with-raaaandom-thoughts.html' title='I&apos;m up to my top with RAAAANDOM thoughts. :3'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7212541384820690968</id><published>2008-12-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:37:11.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I got for Christmas was...</title><content type='html'>Hello there! Happy Boxing Day! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a rather belated Christmas, ehehe. I know I've been a lazy pig and I neglected this blog for so long, but just to keep you updated here's what I've been doing with my life lately. In point-form, of course. Ah, I am just not fit to call myself someone literate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got through that dreaded choir performance without any mishaps. &lt;br /&gt;+ I watched my choir teacher perform at the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;+ I went to Genting for a short holiday and brought back 3 soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;+ I got into RGS, for those who didn't see me on Reporting Day.&lt;br /&gt;+ I got in and decided to take Japanese next year. Success! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my two greatest wishes are fulfilled right now. Happy? Well, I guess I really am. And next year's going to be a new beginning. Just SIX more days to 2009! SEVEN more days till school re-opens! SIXTEEN more days until I'm officially(gulp) thriteen. Gosh, how time flies. And now that it's coming closer and closer, being thirteen seems all the more scarier. I don't know why, but the thought of being a teenager puts me off. But we can't stay children forever, so I guess I have to face up to it. Ah well, everyone's going trough the same phase as me so who am I to complain? But still. It's SCAAAAARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for Christmas I wasn't expecting to get anything from anyone at all(I don't celebrate it) but I got some lovely presents from Janelle and Marianne. Thanks guys, I'll treasure them greatly! :3 Oh, but it isn't all about presents. I was pretty happy because of all the 'merry christmas' greetings I recieved as well, haha. And I spent the day before making crappy hand-drawn cards for people. Like the mass one I sent by email, no need to elaborate on that. For my mum it was a stream of talking presents, for my father it was Santa getting stuck in his chimney, and for my sis it was a singing cat and a goose. Don't ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Christmas Day itself, my parents were really free and they had nothing better to do so my shopaholic mom suggested we go to Japanese Gardens because I liked nature, then to Jurong Point to hunt for Christmas bargains. Her and her bargain-shopping, heehee. We set off for Japanese Gardens, where we stayed awhile and basically just sat by the lake. I got a huge stomachache because I was carsick(I ate lunch just before) on the way there, and my mum said my face went really pale. I threw up in the toilet after that, but I guess I felt better soon. So enough about Japanese Gardens before I bore you to death, and on to our little shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got back in the car(obviously) after that, and fortunately it was nearly dinnertime so I had no reason to get carsick again. My sis kept saying something about going to Jurong Point in the car, one of her wondrously kiddy singsong modes. I simply stared out of the window as I always do, of course. When we reached the mall, everyone was starving. So we decided to get dinner first. My family loves bargains, so as a result we had to skip the lovely Sushi Tei restaurant and eat food-court Japanese food instead. Though I must admit the udon wasn't that bad, sushi still beats it. Definitely. Sushi is one of my addictions! It was REALLY crowded there, and my sis and I found a seat after a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we actually sat with this young couple and their little toddler girl who looked really cute eating a chicken drumstick. Of course, the queues for food were really long as well, so the two of us just sat there and tried not to stare. More difficult than it sounds, really. When our food finally came, my parents announced that they were going table-hunting because there wasn't any space at the one which we were sitting at. And so we were stuck eating with some absolute strangers. Worse still, the girl's mother kept pointing at my sis when we were sharing the tempura and chicken between us, and she said to the girl: You see, darling? Jie jie also know how to share, so guai. Why you not guai ah, darling? Don't make mummy unhappy okay..? Embarrassing, very embarrassing. And so we wolfed down our food as quickly as possible and went to join our parents. Of course, they finished pretty quickly as well, the ambience there wasn't the best for eating anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my parents went to various clothes shops to look for bargains and I dragged a rather reluctant Percia to Harris Bookstore to look for other bargains- bargains on books. Hehe. I found really nice books like The Memory-Keeper's Daughter for under $10, and even this book for $4.95. It's a hardcover 1200+ page book entitled Hunger's Brides that's set in the Baroque era. Can't wait to read it(if I can finish it). Oh, and I picked up Dan Brown's Angels and Demons for $9.08 as well and yet another big, thick book for $8.90. Pretty eventful, eh. All in all, it came to around $25. Yaaaay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum seemed to be pretty happy with her shopping as well, seeing as she brought bags and bags of clothes back with her. Then we went to look at miscellaneous things, where my sis bought a really cute pink and black-polka-dotted hairband. She looks so squishy in it, I swear! We also visited this chinese foodmart where my mum bought sichuan spicy steamboat paste, yum yum. And we passed Action City where the two of us got our most unexpected Christmas gifts: loaves of bread. Okay, pieces more like. How cheapskate, right? Nah, just kidding. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SVUHLxq6aQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vf5SLE-PzzE/s1600-h/Picture+0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SVUHLxq6aQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vf5SLE-PzzE/s200/Picture+0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137636682426626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. It's actually called Breadou, and it's some wrist-rest cum stress-ball thing. No matter how I look at it, it's BREAD. And it even smells like it! Coffee-ish smell. Hehe. I just love squishing it so much, it's pretty amusing. I like real bread, but squish-able, non-perishable bread is more my choice. Whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much it. Everyone got home, everyone was happy and we all basked in materialistic comfort. Of course, we got our fair share of hugs and kisses as well. As we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only human, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7212541384820690968?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7212541384820690968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7212541384820690968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7212541384820690968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7212541384820690968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-got-for-christmas-was.html' title='All I got for Christmas was...'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SVUHLxq6aQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Vf5SLE-PzzE/s72-c/Picture+0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4098588992126970065</id><published>2008-12-11T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:44:09.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day! O.o</title><content type='html'>I know the last posts have been really rubbishy and all that, but please bear with me... Well, I'm about to post about something that happened last Sunday, approximately FOUR days ago. My dad's been hogging the com rather often, so it's a wonder I even find time to post at all. Anyway, last Sunday was one of the rare times my family had a Family Day. To us, Family Day is where we all go out together, maybe for the simplest of things like eating lunch to even bigger things like going swimming and all that. I know it sounds rather pathetic but it's heaps better than having nothing to do at home, eh. So that day was a rather 'historical' event: Our very first time bowling together. Shockhorrorgasp. I know. My parents hadn't bowled since a decade ago(their wedding anniversary back then) and it was Percia's first time bowling. So of course we were excited, especially Percia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bowling alley close to ours, some NSmen clubhouse or something. Sorry, forgot the name. But anyway, there was this rather cheesy-sounding 'Star Bowl' bowling alley there. To be more precise, we checked West Mall, Lot One and Bukit Panjang Plaza before finding the place. My dad said that it was just because a bowling alley isn't a very good investment to make. And then Percia and I started going on about what if bowling were to disappear from the face of the earth. Yes, we're pretty pointless people. So then we saw the 'Star Bowl' signboard gleaming so big and bright in front of that place when we drove by, causing my dad to utter a whole string of profanities and grumble about how much petrol we'd wasted. Typical of him, but then again we were all rather angry with ourselves for not having spotted the place earlier. So then after all that fuss, we finally got into the clubhouse and started looking for the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ask the receptionist where the place was, and then she pointed in front of us where there was a staircase leading upstairs, saying it was on the third floor. My mum asked if there was a lift and she said no, so we had no choice but to climb upstairs. Of course, my parents were feeling rather breathless when they reached the top, but Percia and I had probably gotten used to climbing RGPS's staircases so it was no biggie. The bowling alley wasn't anything to gape at, of course, but it was the first time Percia had ever seen a bowling alley so we all decided to put up with her gasping. Then we had to teach her all about bowling ball sizes and get her oriented with the whole procedures. After getting the bowling shoes from the counter, we were all set. My parents were beginning to get rather childish and they were each saying they could beat each other, while me and Percia just watched and laughed. We did place bets on who'd get a better score, I said my dad and she said my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after a lot of cursing over gutter balls and 'YES!'es over strikes and spares, my mum finished with 107, my dad with 93 and I with a meagre 48. (I know I'm terrible, I've only bowled twice before after all) My sis finished with 32- Not bad for a first attempt but still way behind like I am. We decided to do a second game since there was still time, mainly because my parents were so competitive. In the end, my dad got 132 and my mum got 103. I got slightly better, 62 and my sis got 28. Not exactly first-rate scores, but we still had fun, eh? And so after that it was time for lunch, though I don't know how two games could've taken two and a half hours. Perhaps it was all the water breaks and snack breaks in-between, but my family's more of a couch-potato one, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'd enjoy hearing of how we guzzled lunch down, so you'll have to wait'll tomorrow and I might write about my choir performance and stuffies. My fingers hurt anyway, and I'll hit the sack soon. So it's bye for now. BYEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4098588992126970065?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4098588992126970065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4098588992126970065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4098588992126970065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4098588992126970065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-day-oo.html' title='Family Day! O.o'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-416342840786726671</id><published>2008-12-05T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:46:43.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmffmmrrrr.</title><content type='html'>I was checking my email again today, and guess what? 59 SPAM. WTFWTFWTF. It's true: Everyday I get more spam than email. Today it was only 10 email. But 59 spam? Freaky beyond anything. So I decided to go see what on earth there is lurking in there and here are some really pointless excerpts(I saw the reading bar, I'm not so daft as to open the mails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take your presents for holidays! Huge Christmas actions!" My presents DO NOT like to go for holidays. So there. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 mails saying the same thing: "Replica Watches- cheap and really good solution!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be angry! We help people to be healthy, without spending any money!" Did I say I was angry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or are even spammer bots getting dumber and dumber? The most frustrating thing about Gmail is that it gives so much spam. Fine, so maybe it's all in the spam mail compartment. But some of my mails like game newsletters end up there too, and then again it's not very consoling to know that you'll have to sift through dozens of spam mails in order to find that one mail. Ah well, I guess that's what can be called a disadvantage of technology..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody communicates by email nowadays, I've never written a letter in my life and I'm sure most people my age haven't. Writing letters seem like a rather nice practice that shouldn't be discontinued, eh. I remember seeing this newspaper clipping last year(or this year) about people's handwriting getting messier, and not writing letters was one of the possible reasons for it. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this holiday has rotted my already clouded mind so much that I even have time to ponder about life's great mysteries. I wonder if I'll even learn a thing next year. Eck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-416342840786726671?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/416342840786726671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=416342840786726671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/416342840786726671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/416342840786726671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmffmmrrrr.html' title='Mmffmmrrrr.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3477717216620684754</id><published>2008-12-05T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:13:37.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called LIFE. O.o</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I wonder why I even BOTHER to give titles to my blog posts. So random, huh. So today turned out to be a much better day as compared to yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and the- Okay, I think you've got it. Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was the day of the choir party I was talking about earlier... Basically, from 10am to 12pm, all we did was sing and sing and sing until our throats got sore. Okay, actually just run through the entire programme thrice. But that alone is enough to kill anyone's throat, so I'm actually not exaggerating. YAY. It was practically just like any normal choir practice except for the fact that some other P6s came back at around 11.30 and Yan Tong's sis came back too. Oh, and Gaoly was wearing her hilarious ah-ma shirt again. The black one that she wore to underwater world, you know? Okay, I'm not exactly in a position to criticise her because I wore my graduation day shorts AGAIN. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we had to take a bus to some condo in Coronation Road that one of the choir members, Nicole, lived in. It was this really big place that had two(or was it three?) pools, one of them with a slide. And this really big playground, garden-ish outdoor function room and even tennis and squash courts. So posh, right? Our party thing was to be held at the outdoor function room, beside the playground. Everyone brought tons of food, that is, everyone except the P6s. And some other random people. Ah well, we weren't even TOLD. Erk. And so there was so much food, mostly chicken, chicken nuggets, BBQ chicken, chicken this and chicken that. Not to mention the thing that every party has tons of: CHIPS. There was even this french baguette basket which was brought by someone's mother. It came with this really yummy veggie dip. I ate lots and lots of that, it was so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food, we were asked to do some 'Golden Slip Hunt' game, which was really a silly game where we had to find so-called 'Golden Slips' which were pieces of scrunched-up paper with 'Golden Slip' written on them. Of course, our group(made up of all 7 P6s) found just 5 Golden Slips, whereas the other groups got much more, around eleven or twelve. Wenxin and I just strolled around the place mumbling about how the slips looked like rubbish. And surprise, surprise! One member found a slip in the grass, JUST LIKE RUBBISH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, nobody was quite as enthusiastic about games anymore and we just ate a lot more, fought to go on the swings and I was on the see-saw most of the time. Then Wenxin got on and I practically killed her. Then three other people got down and tried to weigh me down. Ah well, all it took was one hard bump and they all gave up. Whee. Too bad someone started killing ME then, forcing me to get off. Hmph. I went on the swing too but had to get off because someone had to push me really hard and I'm afraid of that, so HMPH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played some Musical Chairs and 'Blow, Wind, Blow!' but that's nothing worth mentioning. And next, another crazy stampede to the playground for some, while others who were getting very hot indeed went to dip our legs in the pool. And Mr. Goh was happily snapping away at us with his camera... When we were done with the pool, the barbequeued chicken was ready to eat, and I took just one but alas, it wasn't cooked. So that sort of laid me off chicken. I liked the cooked ones, though. I must've eaten eight of those. After a lot more random chatting and fooling around, it was cake-cutting time. There was this super-chocolatey cake with 'Farewell P6s' written on it. After dragging our very reluctant choir president, Daphne, to cut the cake, I had two slices of cake and so did Wenxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Mr. Goh and Mr. Chen played weird games with us like this game where you have to answer everything with a question, and the forfeit for losers is to eat a slice of cake, as the cake was so big that there was much more than half left after the cake-cutting. I got TWO slices, but halfway into the first one and I was ready to puke. So I decided to hold on to the cake first, later leaving it on the table and denying all ownership of it. Sneaky, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the time after Mr. Chen and Mr. Goh left, we did more fooling around at the playground before heading back to school on the bus. I took public bus home after that and had a very scandalous conversation with a P5 junior about loonies. Don't ask, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an... amusing day? O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3477717216620684754?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3477717216620684754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3477717216620684754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3477717216620684754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3477717216620684754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-called-life-oo.html' title='It&apos;s called LIFE. O.o'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4701828935113531348</id><published>2008-12-03T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:18:28.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadadada. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for choir, or I'd be doing loads of nothing as usual. Well, that's what I'm doing now anyway, but at least it's not for the WHOLE day. I have a terrible cough that MUST go away by Friday or I won't be able to eat any party food! Siiiigh. Anyway, most of today was spent playing Blokus Online: http://www.blokus.com/online-game and iSketch: http://www.isketch.net Hope that keeps you entertained for at least a while. Teehee. And of course, I've been listening to lots of music too. So that'll be the topic for today, then: Music videos! Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard Ayaka yet, you haven't heard really nice J-Pop, I say. Ayaka is AWESOME~! So here are a few of my favourite Ayaka songs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-G7iBbudH4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-G7iBbudH4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/housestay/music/jKeZjJ2Z//"&gt;迷路 - 絢香&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/24xuoREHxR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/24xuoREHxR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/xsojix/music/zVHtDosp//"&gt;時を戻して - 絢香&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Nk9Ek8WbQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Nk9Ek8WbQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/xsojix/music/JnTxA0SP/story/"&gt;Story - 絢香&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/K529lJL67x/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/K529lJL67x/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Qf1aEZ/music/A9T4jTNt/ayaka_real_voice/"&gt;Real voice - ayaka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 'artiste of the week'! Hope that's satisfying enough. If not, go listen/watch gaoly's vlogs. Guaranteed to remove your boredom for at least a few moments. :D I might do one soon, but that's if I manage to recharge my dead videocam. ^^ That's all for now, seeya! More tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4701828935113531348?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4701828935113531348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4701828935113531348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4701828935113531348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4701828935113531348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/12/dadadada-3.html' title='Dadadada. &lt;3'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4142864577648226818</id><published>2008-11-28T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:07:29.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm back again just because I feel like posting something on this blog... Ingenious, eh? Heh, thank you, thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these few days I've still been mucking around and doing nothing and more nothing. Except choir practice, of course. Oh yeah, we're performing at the Esplanade Concourse on 9th December, 7-9 pm. So you must come and support us, okay? Me and Wenxin. Hehe. (HA WENXIN I TOLD YOU I WOULD SAY THAT, YOU STILL DON'T BELIEVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something totally random to keep you entertained, in case you happen to be browsing though this utterly pointless blog. Wait, that was nonsense because if you weren't browsing, you wouldn't be reading this. So forget that. Ehehe. In case you were wondering, however, they're just a few harmless brainteasers. Spill your brains out, er, I mean rack your brains. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Man in the Elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man lives on the tenth floor of a building. Every morning he takes the elevator down to the lobby and leaves the building. In the evening, he gets into the elevator, and, if there is someone else in the elevator - or if it was raining that day - he goes back to his floor directly. Otherwise, he goes to the seventh floor and walks up three flights of stairs to his apartment. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sheikh's Heritage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Arab sheikh tells his two sons to race their camels to a distant city to see who will inherit his fortune. The one whose camel is slower will win. The brothers, after wandering aimlessly for days, ask a wise man for advice. After hearing the advice they jump on the camels and race as fast as they can to the city.&lt;br /&gt;What does the wise man say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Philosopher's Clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an old logic puzzle. One philosopher had a clock, which he had forgotten to wind up. He had no other clock, watch, radio, TV, phone or any other device telling the time. So when his clock stopped he went to a friend (road from one house to another is flat plane only), stayed there the whole night and when he came home, he knew the right time.&lt;br /&gt;How could he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a logic puzzle published in Martin Gardner's column in the Scientific American.&lt;br /&gt;You are in a room where there are no metal objects except for two iron rods. Only one of them is a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;How can you identify this magnet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're still here, I admire your perseverance. Answers here~! Don't cheat, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Man in the Elevator - solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is a of short stature. He can't reach the upper elevator buttons, but he can ask people to push them for him. He can also push them with his umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sheikh’s Heritage - solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man told them to switch camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This one's a bit hard to understand, so here's a more precise explanation. If the brothers switch camels, they should go as fast as they can because if one of them is the fastest, his camel still belongs to the other one so he wins because his brother's camel is faster and therefore his is slower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Philosopher's Clock - solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set his clock to noon (midnight) when he left for his friend's house. When he arrived at his friend's house, he noted the exact time. He then spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left his friend's house exactly 12 hours later than he arrived, and he traveled at the exact same speed in both directions. This way, when he arrived home, his clock read 12:00 plus TWICE the time it took to walk to (or from) his friend's house. This way, he knew exactly how long it took him to walk one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply added this time to the current time on his friend's clock, and he had the correct time on his clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magnet - solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hang the iron rods on a string and watch which one turns to the north (or hang just one rod).&lt;br /&gt;Gardner gives one more solution: take one rod and touch with its end the middle of the second rod. If they get closer, then you have a magnet in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;The real magnet will have a magnetic field at its poles, but not at its center. So as previously mentioned, if you take the iron bar and touch its tip to the magnet's center, the iron bar will not be attracted. This is assuming that the magnet's poles are at its ends. If the poles run through the length of the magnet, then it would be much harder to use this method. &lt;br /&gt;In that case, rotate one rod around its axis while holding an end of the other to its middle. If the rotating rod is the magnet, the force will fluctuate as the rod rotates. If the rotating rod is not magnetic, the force is constant (provided you can keep their positions steady).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainteasers amuse me, but they make my brain hurt. Ouch. That'll be all until I find some more postworthy nonsense. Yes, I know 'postworthy' is not a word. It's those brainteasers, I tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4142864577648226818?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4142864577648226818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4142864577648226818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4142864577648226818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4142864577648226818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-randomness.html' title='More Randomness!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5492567006942907431</id><published>2008-11-27T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:36:53.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane Life. Hmph.</title><content type='html'>I'm back with more randomness, stupidity or just something mundane. ARGH, holidays are killing me. KILLING ME! Everyday, all I do is sit down, go online, sleep, watch television and then start all over again... Gahh. It's so boring that I have nothing to post about on this blog, so I guess from now on I'll be just...posting out-of-point stuff. Whee. I can't wait for school to start next year before boredom takes its toll and I become a couch potato FOR REAL! NUUUUUUUU! *gulps* Ah well, time for something utterly pointless which I just decided to do because I'm so bored. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 10 THINGS ABOUT MYSELF QUIZ. Tatara~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Melmel, my good friend from P3 who thinks GEPers are freaks. Ehehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I like J-pop singers, especially female singers over the age of 25. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this is utterly weird, but oh well. Examples are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utada Hikaru(Hikki)&lt;br /&gt;Ayaka&lt;br /&gt;Mika Nakashima&lt;br /&gt;Namie Amuro&lt;br /&gt;Angela Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiny list shows I hardly listen to music. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I detest bittergourd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I ate it when I was five and it happened that the next day I got a fever and had to skip school... Yes, I was STILL as paranoid about skipping school because home was as boring then. Ever since, it's become... a phobia. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love my chinchilla, Momo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so utterly cute that I feel like squishing her. :D She's my second pet since this year when my terrapin, Titi, was brought to Chinese Gardens to be let free in the terrapin exhibit place because she was getting restless and too big for her tank... Luckily she managed to fit in there and we still go to see her sometimes. Momo was Percia's birthday present. For those who are wondering, Percia's my incredibly bratty(sometimes nice) younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have triskaidekaphobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's Friday the thirteenth, I get extremely paranoid. Yes, I'm afraid of everything to do with the number 13. Mainly because last time it was Friday the thirteenth, MDM LOE CALLED MY PARENTS! Eep. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I love long words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my last pointer. I can't deny that I'm sesquipedalian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I tend to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this list at 7.30, and now it's 8.30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I hate dead things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a dead ant and I'd scream like anything, yet I wouldn't be afraid to touch a live spider. Trust me, not wanting to kill any insects is not just out of pure kindness and compassion. I'm not THAT magnanimous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I get a 'big sister' instinct whenever I'm around people who are shorter than me/younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all Percia's fault, but that's exactly why I liked doing the SL facilitators thing so much. They were all so cute... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I laugh randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we were watching a movie as a family (Prince Caspian), I burst out laughing at this scene where they were fighting the battle. And I could swear at least six people started looking at me like I was a psycho. Except my family, who's already used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I get so weirdly emotional that I can't believe myself, like the last official day of school and the last official day of KINDERGARTEN. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I tag the next ten people(other than myself and Melmel) who post in my tagboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, folks! Now let me sit back on my couch. Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5492567006942907431?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5492567006942907431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5492567006942907431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5492567006942907431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5492567006942907431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/mundane-life-hmph.html' title='Mundane Life. Hmph.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-5534239271813928664</id><published>2008-11-23T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:46:46.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Oh, yes. Hi. I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted for 10 days in a row. Wow. Don't die, my dear blog! *sob sob* Okay, I know you must be thinking 'Riiiight. Is she crazy or what?' But I am, you see. That's the whole point. To annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget the top part... I'm just very in the mood for babbling nonsense, but my mum has to give me 'five minutes to blog and no more'. Jeez. So this is basically just to break two pieces of news to whatever, whoever and wherever. Yes. You could be some sort of alien life-form for all I care, hehe. Firstly, PSLE results. Yay about that one, I got uber-low but still great for MY standards. I've never been a performer, as you may already know. 267... I actually beat my Prelim marks by 2. AND got A* for Maths and Science! All except silly Chinese, which I think I must've failed badly because I got only A. Siiiigh. Ah well, I guess 267 is good enough to go to RGS or Nanyang, which takes a really big load off my back because this means I don't have to choose another school just because I can't get into the school of my choice! Yes! I guess last-minute mugging helps at least a little, eh? Nobody's perfect, as I always say. If you're nobody, you're perfect so a very big congratulations to you! Overused corny joke-phrase, I know. Making corny jokes is my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, second piece of news I have: I'm going to RGS after all! YAY! After hours of persuasion and countless sleepless nights, this is the fruit of my labour. To put it in a more dramatic way. Yes people, you don't have me off your backs yet. So go cry in a corner or rejoice, whatever suits you best. Heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today before I come to an abrupt END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-5534239271813928664?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5534239271813928664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=5534239271813928664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5534239271813928664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/5534239271813928664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-oh-yes-hi-im-still-alive.html' title='What? Oh, yes. Hi. I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-2114587639892943758</id><published>2008-11-14T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:00:20.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day~!</title><content type='html'>Today is Speech Day, but I bet you already knew that. Anyway, all I did in the morning was let Megan, Kimberly, Leanne and Renee(YES! FINALLY!) sign my yearbook. And then I found out I was supposed to assemble downstairs, whoops. Silly me. I'm a prizewinner again, blah blah. That's just because my first half of the year's results were so rotten that I got Best Progress. O.o And so Yan Tong, Sabrina, Tan Rong,  Sristi, Crystal and Heng Hwee signed. Oh, and Wenxin FINALLY finished signing my yearbook, thus relieving me of the huge stress of asking her. YAY. I had to go get my prize a while later, or to be truthful a LONG time because of the terrible wait. It was like reliving Grad Day Ceremony or something, sigh. So after waiting and waiting and waiting and... you get it, It was finally my turn. Then my cute little sis Percia arrived with my parents and they started taking a bazillion photos of me. Ouch, flash. Glare glare. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it was my turn to get the prize, Mrs. Chin was there, flashing her 100-watt smile. I freaked, of course. Thank goodness I had enough breath left in me to return a GL smile. Yay. So going on stage was fine, and that Gretchen Liu person, the Caucasian author said 'congratulations' and I said 'thank you'. How cliche, I know. However, I think I tripped on the way down, by accident of course. Fortunately, I managed to hurry off in time to wait for Tan Rong because she, uh, told me to. So obliging, right? Haha. After that prize-receiving of a 12-dollar Borders voucher, I had to dash off for Choir practice at once. I shall not go into detail, but apart from a lot of hugging the P5 juniors and Mr. Goh's interestingly weird rendition of 'Prima Donna'(Carlotta, POTO!), it was time to go on stage. A lot of mixed nervousness and excitement equates to a not very good performance, and that was what we gave. Sigh, a far cry from SYF standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing was over, we made our way to the canteen to eat hot dogs before proceeding reception where I met my mum again, gorging on a lot of food, glorious food. Apparently the thing was only for prizewinners, but we loved bending the rules so we dug in. Nice spread, haha. And so we saw the teachers chatting animatedly at one corner and went to ambush them. More like Zhang Lao Shi ambushed me, actually. And said some things that will haunt my memory forever. In other words, extreme mushiness. So don't ask. We also saw Lin Lao Shi there, and I got to hear the wonderful news that the new school she's teaching at is Beacon Primary, a stone's throw away from my home. Interesting, whee! So we finally got her to sign yearbooks, and I also got Ms. Ker's signature. I know I don't know her but who cares? I was then greeted by a poke on the shoulder and discovered that it was Miss Tang! Yay. Then Aaheli and I got all emotional again and started hugging everyone, including that senior, Alethea. And I hugged Miss Tang around three times, for some reason. And Zhang Lao Shi started saying I must be fair to everyone, so I had to hug her thrice too. Scandalous. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that followed a raid of the staffroom again, where another chorus of hugs was carried out. Okay, actually only Miss Chan(choir teacher) and Mrs Lee, but whoever wants to hug Mr Tan and dares to hug Mdm Loe, anyway? So I finally mustered up enough courage to go ask Mdm loe for a signature, and for once she didn't mind me jumping up and down. Yay, miracles happen after all. We also stole the other half of Miss Lui's Coke. So Mrs Lee signed and wrote something a bit unflattering but still nice after all, and we had a long chat about 'girl girls'. Haha, typical of her. And then the teachers said they had to go to a meeting so we left them alone at last, making our way to the library because Mrs Chin had said she needed help with the books for the RGPS Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed the rest of that day was basically lugging a lot and a lot of heavy books to Class 1E for five hours, and the teachers joined in halfway. They said we were so kind to help, but in my opinion it's because I was bored. I'm always bored, I know. This is what restlessness and PSLE stress does: I now always feel I have something to accomplish. So productivity is better than plain nothing... Anyway, after that I went home with Ka Ying on the public bus. And discussed the prospects of the countdown/Christmas party. YOU PEOPLE MUST COME, OKAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day, my legs hurt but at least I know I've done something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Oh, the books have to be moved to 1A because they managed to get a better room. Aw crap. I can't leave all the work to them so I guess I'm going to school at seven tomorrow. Wish me good luck. Rather, us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-2114587639892943758?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/2114587639892943758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=2114587639892943758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2114587639892943758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/2114587639892943758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/speech-day.html' title='Speech Day~!'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-1389524945959634988</id><published>2008-11-13T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:49:53.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>When can I stop being so melancholy or emotional, I do not know. It feels like it's the end or something but I know that's just pure over-imagination on my part. I can't stop thinking about PSLE results and imagining the worst too. Gosh, am I a gloomy idiot or what? My parents are still drilling it in that I'll get 275 but all I can think is: What if I don't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, really surprising since I'm supposed to be those sort of slacker type who doesn't study and all that. But if I don't do well, I won't even get to go to Nanyang or RGS. AND my parents will start ranting about how they spent so much money on my education... I need to start studying for A levels, I know. I already did but only for English, haha. It's so difficult already... I bet Secondary One will bed a HUGE challenge for me, more so as I might go to Nanyang. I heard that the study environment there is very competitive and all that. Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about today then, and enough of my rambling on and on about personal insecurities. I don't want to relive my fears over and over again everytime I read this post in future, you know. Anyway, today was Miss Tan's farewell party, starting 10. 30. Before that, it was just a run-through of all the songs we were going to sing and of course, the GEP P6 party with SO MUCH JUNK FOOD. I know I'm fat so shut the heck up, stupid inner conscience. Hehe. I brought Lays chips and Coke! How cliche, because I think we had at least 6 bottles or Coke and 4 packets of LAYS and RUFFLES chips. Not that they aren't welcome, of course. I loved the brownies and muffins some random person made, of course. She has to teach me, though how I will learn I do not know. I'm not exactly... domestically inclined, if you get what I mean, ahem ahem. The party was fun, with the added gatecrashing of a few teachers. Okay, not a few but many. And boy was I thankful I'd brought my yearbook down. I think I must've collected more than thirty siggies today, YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, I got everyone to sign it. Even Mrs. Chin, though somehow she isn't that scary anymore. It's a wonder what the realisation that there isn't much time left for anything does to you. I was practically jumping up and down maniacally. "SIGN MY YEARBOOK!" Hehe. Quote Aaheli: "That's your catch phrase". Riiiight. Though maybe I'm just a silly hypocrite. Anyway, I managed to get Miss Lim, Mdm Lim and Mrs. Chin before trying to 'force' Miss Tang to go and pass it to the other teachers. The yearbook, of course. She told me to follow her to the staffroom, and in the end it wasn't just me but a lot of other people too. Oh well, the more the merrier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we were walking to the staffroom, we started mentioning about the possibilities of holding a Christmas party/countdown party or BOTH, and Miss Tang said she'd come too. Anyone interested? The whole GEP will probably be invited though, if i even solidise the plan. Hehe. And so when we got to the staffroom, we made a sort of aisle thing so that every GEP teacher who walks out will be captured, tortured and mangled by us unless they sign the yearbooks. Fun, eh? Okay, not literally but I think you're definitely smart enough to notice, haha. So we got hold of Hong Lao Shi, Miss Poon, Miss Lui, Mrs Sng and Mr Tan. The only person whom I didn't have a chance to let sign is the (not)wonderful Hobbit. Mr Tan, of course. Hong Lao Shi wrote that same phrase for everyone: 'xue hai wu ya, wei qin shi an'. I remember that all too clearly, that's the one I kept forgetting how to write in P4. After collecting all the signatures, it was time to go downstairs and that's what we did of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Miss Tan was welcomed with a big fanfare, cheers and screams. For once, she didn't mind noise. Ooh, scandalous! Scratch that part. Blegh. And so after that, we went up to the hall to go and do the singing and concert for her. I had to leave at eleven-thirty for choir, though. So no concert to watch except for that funny half-skit and the band performance. Oh, and we saw Miss Tan's sisters. They looked like those typical rich ladies, those high society ones that go to posh clubs. Ooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I came back from choir, the entire thing was ending already so we just sand a last song for her before bidding her farewell. Then the teacher had to say something about saying goodbye to all the P6s. That was when I HAD to get all suddenly emotional and start crying for no rhyme or reason... Before hugging a lot of people and wetting their uniforms, whoops. Luckily Mikoo helped to hide me long enough to let me wipe my grimy face clean before Mdm Loe saw or something. I guess I won't EVER muster the courage to let her sign my yearbook, huh. After that, it was time to go back to class and go home. A lot of hugs and good-byes later, Hobee, Aaheli and I started looking for random people to hug. First we squished Miss Lim, then Miss Lui. I think I was a bit too aggressive, though. Whoops again. Then this Katrina person, a junior, had to come up and hug me and say she'd miss me. I started crying again in front of everyone. Eek. Including Miss Lui, who looked more than a bit surprised. And then we started walking down the stairs where Hobee commented, "You need chocolate". I started laughing a little and yes, I think I needeed it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the last day of proper school for everyone. Have a really nice time in RGS, majority of you. And if you aren't, good luck fitting in or just adapting to the new school. I'll never forget anyone. BECAUSE. I have a good memory when I want to. And don't kill me if I start squishing everyone next year and saying a lot of ahem-ish stuff. I can get really weird sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-1389524945959634988?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/1389524945959634988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=1389524945959634988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1389524945959634988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/1389524945959634988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia-again.html' title='Nostalgia AGAIN.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-231755912242317130</id><published>2008-11-11T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:09:18.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces of nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely bored, I can't get to sleep and I don't think I'll wake up on time tomorrow. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practices are uber-irritating when they take up so much time and there's no time to get people to sign yearbooks. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just a random fact, Janelle's birthday is tomorrow! HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRONGSIE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I take my leave. How utterly pointless. WHEE~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-231755912242317130?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/231755912242317130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=231755912242317130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/231755912242317130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/231755912242317130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/bits-and-pieces-of-nothing.html' title='Bits and pieces of nothing'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3643729231240569395</id><published>2008-11-08T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:09:04.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of nostalgia and mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>Today was Graduation Day. How sad... I'm just going to put a few pics here, I need to work on NaNoWriMo so no blogging long posts as usual, sorry. Here they are. I just think I'll miss RGPS so much... I think I wasted too much time crying already at home. Don't know why I'm excessively sentimental, but oh well. At least mostly everyone else can just go to RGS and see each other there. Lucky people. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWT4KIZuUI/AAAAAAAAANU/B5DxGbO9FtA/s1600-h/DSCF1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWT4KIZuUI/AAAAAAAAANU/B5DxGbO9FtA/s200/DSCF1970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266277932281215298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mikoo, Dolly, Marianne. With our certificates, taken by my wonderful(or not so wonderful) parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWUubnXujI/AAAAAAAAANc/m7cXd04KxKA/s1600-h/DSCF1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWUubnXujI/AAAAAAAAANc/m7cXd04KxKA/s200/DSCF1974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266278864687446578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime, Alicia, Me, Mikoo and Marianne went out for a 'short trip' which was my very first time going out with friends. Though we swore not to spend anything, we actually spent $13 in all on lunch, haha. This is the Christmas tree we saw at Takashimaya. Mikoo's posing! By the way, we visited Marianne's parents at their clinic before going to Taka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWYZyl6HMI/AAAAAAAAANk/9igNS6_JeTY/s1600-h/DSCF1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWYZyl6HMI/AAAAAAAAANk/9igNS6_JeTY/s200/DSCF1973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266282908124585154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up... Surprise! SO CUTE! ~&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWaBzadbpI/AAAAAAAAANs/RK7wdsLg5qw/s1600-h/DSCF1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWaBzadbpI/AAAAAAAAANs/RK7wdsLg5qw/s200/DSCF1976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284695051398802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PIC~! Smiling people. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWa24aVn_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CscdNRSpwao/s1600-h/DSCF1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWa24aVn_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CscdNRSpwao/s200/DSCF1980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285606926131186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikoo, Me, Alicia, Dolly, Jojo, Marianne. The weirdos. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWfktH1QXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nkCUBvCgxfw/s1600-h/DSCF1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWfktH1QXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nkCUBvCgxfw/s200/DSCF1982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266290792216215922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers. Mdm Lim and Mrs Chong with their extremely conformist(but nice) smile, Zhang Lao Shi with her wonderfully weird funny face. Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWe-M1VuiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jLPSw4zlnkA/s1600-h/DSCF1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWe-M1VuiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jLPSw4zlnkA/s200/DSCF1993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266290130713688610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan and her motorcycle. ^^ Only managed a back shot, though. SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWgW3apCsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gx3W6H_5RqY/s1600-h/DSCF2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWgW3apCsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gx3W6H_5RqY/s200/DSCF2002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266291653972921026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly, Prongsie, Hobee, Helium, Renee, Me. The Marauders, unoff. and off. plus one random person. You've got to love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely sad or something. Stupid, I know. But I can't stop thinking about the horribly bleak future that lies ahead, especially PSLE results. GULP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with a nice video, a sad one but my favouritestestestest song ever, Yuki no Hana. The one that's playing first on my blog. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-LECXrkgC4&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/A-LECXrkgC4&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;People, please spam my Cbox often in the future or I'll be lonely. Okay, what I mean is that I'll get bored. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3643729231240569395?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3643729231240569395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3643729231240569395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3643729231240569395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3643729231240569395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/lot-of-nostalgia-and-mixed-feelings.html' title='A lot of nostalgia and mixed feelings'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRWT4KIZuUI/AAAAAAAAANU/B5DxGbO9FtA/s72-c/DSCF1970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-8027236010702909562</id><published>2008-11-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:27:10.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRGeulibTMI/AAAAAAAAANM/C9gWqb8ebyE/s1600-h/nanowrimo_participant_icon_small3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRGeulibTMI/AAAAAAAAANM/C9gWqb8ebyE/s200/nanowrimo_participant_icon_small3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163962560498882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Its objective is basically for participants to write a 50, 000 word novel in thirty days. This movement for this year started on 1st November and will end on 30th November. It's meant for 13 year-olds and above, but who says we can't bend the rules? I'm participating, of course. And so are a few others, etc. Hope, Aaheli, Wenxin, Crystal. You can participate too, it's not too late! Just go to the website. Give us some support, will you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short post. It's writing time for me if I want to hit my one chapter goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-8027236010702909562?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8027236010702909562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=8027236010702909562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8027236010702909562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/8027236010702909562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/nanowrimo-frenzy.html' title='NaNoWriMo Frenzy'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SRGeulibTMI/AAAAAAAAANM/C9gWqb8ebyE/s72-c/nanowrimo_participant_icon_small3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-3643029112914147093</id><published>2008-11-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:40:10.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my jacket...</title><content type='html'>Today was the IMAX Movie excursion. My partner was Pinky Princess Jenna, aka. Mikoo or Michelle Khoo for those who STILL don't know who I'm referring to. I wore my nice velvety black jacket to school because it was so cold in the morning. Besides, I thought I'd need it in the theatre later on. After that, in the canteen, I was getting rather hot and flustered but I had no space to store it in my bag. Hmph. And so I just wore it, for what else could I do? Mikoo wanted to be boring and sit down 'quietly and nicely', but I think that's because she wanted to read that book that Wan Qin lent her. The Wolf Brother sequel, or the fifth book in that series to be accurate. The green one. Speaking of books, Marianne is currently hogging my 'Chosen' book. Third person... Fortunately, the other two books in that series are safely in my bag now, albeit more than a little tattered. I swear I will never show anyone a book that seems to be interesting that I HAVE anymore, at least not for a long time. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mikoo got sort of offended that I said she was a boring person even though I was merely kidding, and we got into a little argument. Me and my stupidly big mouth must learn to shut up sometimes. Fortunately, it all got worked out in less than five minutes, phew. Then of course, the bus came. I know, epic news. We sat on the second row and basically chatted about very forgettable stuff along the journey. By that I mean I forgot everything we chatted about. EVERYTHING. PSLE rotted my memory very badly, sigh. And then before I noticed it, we were all at the Science Centre! It looked sort of weird, maybe because it was renovated or something. All purplish? If I remember correctly, that is. And then Mdm Loe said we were eating at McDonalds which made me nearly scream because I have ten dollars worth of unused McDonalds gift vouchers(that means free food, not discount) which expire next March... Gah. I shall not go into unnecessary details about how we got off the bus and walked and all that rubbish but basically we ended up in McDonalds. Mikoo didn't know what she'd like so I chose the Wasabi Fillet-o-Fish burger meal to share(we weren't that hungry) and how disappointing, no fries at morning time. So all we got was a stupid hashbrown. They should have given two. Equivalent exchange. Tut tut. Moments after that, we saw that Jolene's table had only one free seat because Alicia took a seat after Jolene let us sit there. To be honest, I was sort of glad because I'm crowd-shy. No, really. I prefer nice groups of five maximum, haha. Including us, that would be seven. Aaheli's favourite number. Okay, forget I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while later, I found out that Mikoo doesn't really like Wasabi because it's spicy and goes up her nose. I like that, actually. Plus the fact that it's supposed to be healthy. So she ate a third of the burger and in return I ate a third of the hashbrown and drank a little less Coke Light. Why Light, you ask? Because I wanted to find out how it tasted, haha. Pointless. I then committed the horrible sin of hypocrisy by saying the 'stupid' hashbrown was kind of nice. But I let Mikoo have her wonderful breakfast because I was so kind, instead of plundering it from her. We finished really quickly with fifty minutes to spare so we went to visit the nice garden-y place. Whatever you call it. Oh, I saw that stream thing again, the one people keep trying to jump across. I can't do it and never will because I'm afraid of wetting my pinafore. Lame excuse, but I can't think of anything else. Haha. So after playing there and getting dizzy and half-dead from the spinning wheel thing(and the crowd, GAH) and showing more than some people where the toilet was, fifty minutes passed and it was movie time. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it deliberate arrangement or coincidence, but for some reason Mikoo, Hope, Aaheli and me ended up beside each other in the queue so we decided to sit next to each other. Wan Qin and Louise were in front, resulting in a long line of Harry potter discussion and portraying the characters in a less than glamorous way. Behind me, Jolene was talking to Lin Lao Shi about random stuff and she(Lin Lao Shi, not Jolene!) was showing people pics of her kids. So cute. And anyway, Mikoo suddenly told me to go see who the ticketing officer was and I turned around to see the smiling face of Mdm Loe. I had to try hard not to laugh. So after another period of arm-wrestling, ogling at Wan Qin's chinchilla and comparing him with mine and Harry Potter stuff, it was finally time to go in. The stairs were very dizzying indeed, but at least we got the best seats! I saw Mdm Lim and asked her to sit with us but she said I was too noisy. Says who? I'm very quiet, okay! I know, hypocrisy. Sigh. This group of CCK Sec boys was sitting in front of us and boy were they noisy. And unfriendly too. Guys or girls, nobody waved back at us when we waved at them, hmph. The following interval before the show started was a chorus of 'SHUT UP LAH!' from them and a lot more nudging, prodding and squealing from us. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was breathtaking, especially since I haven't watched IMAX movies in ages. Since last year, I think. Mikoo got motion sickness, though. Was it really that realistic? Anyway, after the show ended we went off together, five of us including Janelle. Mikoo had to rest for awhile because of the abovementioned reasons. And I had to run far in front and tell the rapidly moving group to stop, where Mdm Lim told us to some forward. Confusing. When we finally got to explore the place, we basically visited some interesting exhibits and played some games, including this Find Four-style one with a really irritating robot girl, Moxie. Her soft toy is smarter than her, tut tut. She still won. BECAUSE OF HER TOY. And she said 'Did you really think you could win against a robot?' How insulting. Humans created robots, okay! After browsing around in the shop and buying a bottle of blue gooey squeeze candy to share, it was time to go. The bus trip was much more enjoyable, except that Janelle kept asking for more gooey stuff and that resulted in endless stickiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left my jacket on the bus. It's gone...SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks to Gaogao, I'm writing a 50000 word novel thingy. Wish me luck, haha. I've done around 2000 already and it's all crap. Eek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-3643029112914147093?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3643029112914147093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=3643029112914147093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3643029112914147093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/3643029112914147093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-jacket.html' title='I miss my jacket...'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4523073157564054272</id><published>2008-11-03T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:21:15.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking Revelations?</title><content type='html'>Today would have been a day like any other had not some shocking news been revealed. Okay, you can say that I'm making a big deal about it, but that's how I am. Exaggerating. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day started off with the usual morning routine, blah blah blah. And then up to class, blah again. There I had a nice, long bout of boredom. If you can call that nice, that is. Blegh. Oh, and not to forget signing Dolly and Mikoo's graduation yearbooks. And watching Mikoo read 'Chosen' and telling her not to destroy it, Yes, I know I get paranoid about these things sometimes. Again, nevermind. Whee. I can't believe that Mikoo would actually want to read such a 'dark' series, judging how pinkish she is and whatnot. Hehe, don't tell me it's called influence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a random fact here: Speaking of graduation day yearbooks, I haven't gotten mine. Mum says she'll bring me to get one soon, so it's nothing to worry about. At least, nothing except who on earth would ever want to sign it, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was basically a grad day ceremony rehearsal until recess, where I got lectured by Mdm Loe about considering MGS or SCGS should I not get into Nanyang. I know she meant well, but she really has the influence to dampen my confidence... I feel so horrible now and worried that I won't get into NYGH or even get 250 and below for PSLE. Oh no, oh no. I'm pathetic, am I not? I wish I could retake it, then I would've studied for the entire year and not just lazed around in the first half. I'm such a failure. Sigh. And how am I going to face up to my parents should that happen? They're just so confident that I'll get above 265 that I don't know what I'll ever do. Gah, what a dilemma. Or should I call it the shocking revelation: I might FAIL. Low self-confidence happens to be a weakness that I cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we stayed in class for half an hour while Alicia, Jojo and I SET UP a board game. Yes, we didn't even get to playing it, it was so difficult to understand. Gah. Then Mdm Loe started discussing with us about sending thanks to Miss Tan because she's leaving soon. In the end, we came up with an utterly fake note about 'undying support and commitment'. Typical. But she's a PRINCIPAL, and I don't think it's very appropriate to write what we truthfully think of her. Besides, we should all be nice and SMILEY. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that half hour, it was nothing but making our way to the computer lab (the whole lot of us, Jo, Alicia, Marianne, etc. got lost and started screaming because we thought we had the lab to ourselves) and that's where MORE shocking revelations unveiled themselves. Miss Lim marched into the room and told us the shocking news: Two of our teachers were leaving next year. What's more, they were Miss Lui and Miss Tang. Rather sad for some of us, but it's because they were promoted to become GEP officers, Miss Lui for English and Miss Tang for CME. Because of SL, maybe. Wow. Dolly and I had a nice chat later about how they might become like those big, burly jailers. Frightening beyond imagination, eek. Oh, and we were to make farewell cards for them as well, and I'm planning something weirder than weird. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating as usual. Whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's IMAX Movie. Friday is the Grad Day Party and Ceremony. I shall, as usual, wear any old thing. Oh, note to self: DON'T FORGET TO LET PARENTS ACKNOWLEDGE THE SCGS-MGS THINGTHING BEFORE GETTING KILLED BY MDM LOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4523073157564054272?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4523073157564054272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4523073157564054272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4523073157564054272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4523073157564054272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/shocking-revelations.html' title='Shocking Revelations?'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-4717655508192727300</id><published>2008-11-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:57:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo's First 'Day Out'</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather eventful day, for not just me but also my chinchilla, Momo. She's the really cute one that I store countless pictures of on my handphone. Everyone was noticing that she's rather listless lately, so we decided to take her to Pets Republic, the pet store for a grooming trip and a check-up. It would be little Momo's first trip out of the house since she came home from the pet store when we got her. Needless to say, there was more than a little squirming and fidgeting before we could load her into our car. In the car, however, she was rather well-behaved. Perhaps it was due to all the apple treats we fed her, because we finished a half-packet by the time she reached the pet store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the pet store was not open yet when we reached it, so we had to wait. After about twenty minutes of waiting with a rather disgruntled father, I decided to go sit down in the cafe opposite the store. There were lots of books there, resulting in another half-hour spent reading before the pet store FINALLY opened. Thank goodness for books, or my father would probably have blown his top by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing we did in the pet store was to check Momo and see if her behaviour patterns were normal. After that, the lady at the pet store said she was going to groom Momo and that we could come back in approximately four hours, so I went for my class while my father went to have his breakfast. Later, we returned to see a much cleaner, happier, no longer pee-stained Momo. Oh, and we got some chew toys, food and treats for her, not to mention a 'ball' for her to run in. She loves that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking a reluctant Percia up from her friend's Deepavali party, we made our way home. Cleanliness does wonders, for Momo stopped squirming in the backseat. Oh, and we installed everything at once and left her to chew on her new toys. Then I went downstairs and, well, started blogging. So that's basically what I call an 'eventful day'. Hehe. I'm going to watch Brave Story at ten tonight on okto, judging by the anime fanatic I am. Sure hope it's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another bye for now, see you all in school tomorrow~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-4717655508192727300?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4717655508192727300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=4717655508192727300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4717655508192727300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/4717655508192727300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/momos-first-day-out.html' title='Momo&apos;s First &apos;Day Out&apos;'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929337053670944359.post-7691079717028554347</id><published>2008-11-01T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:44:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The (not so amazing) first post.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to some inspiration from yesterday, I created a new blog. Yes, this one. I'm not expecting anyone to comment or anything, but I just felt like it. Just proves all the more how temperamental I am. Anyway, today was a day like any other. Gorging on Aaheli's chocolates, reading, watching TV and going online was pretty much all I did. Oh, and not to mention busying away clearing my table for next year. What on earth am I going to do with a whole stack of P1-P6 worksheets? Keep them? Throw them away? Or recycle them? Hmm. I'll probably do with the third choice, except that I'm going to give away some PSLE revision books to a certain interested junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say for now so it's bye, I guess. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I can't stop thinking about how I'll miss everyone ever so much when I leave RGPS for Nanyang. If I get in, that is. I have very low confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3929337053670944359-7691079717028554347?l=impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7691079717028554347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3929337053670944359&amp;postID=7691079717028554347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7691079717028554347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3929337053670944359/posts/default/7691079717028554347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impenetrable-labyrinth.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-amazing-first-post.html' title='The (not so amazing) first post.'/><author><name>クマちゃん</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00741878146970103616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ogXzm7lpHKs/SZWY2CdyUoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4YV5UwWwmfk/S220/zutadahikarupinkhair-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
