<?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-9018448186124415896</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:34:41.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SkepBook</title><subtitle type='html'>Skeptic's book</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-948856145420365431</id><published>2010-09-09T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:08:33.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering if we ever crossed paths...</title><content type='html'>Did we? Did I ever crossed path with that person that could and would make me feel good about myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-948856145420365431?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/948856145420365431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=948856145420365431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/948856145420365431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/948856145420365431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/09/wondering-if-we-ever-crossed-paths.html' title='Wondering if we ever crossed paths...'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3597794600375505363</id><published>2010-08-29T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:50:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>If I were to die tomorrow, I could say that I've wasted my life studying for nothing. It's true ain't it? Think about it, how do you answer this question, "tell me about your childhood". Really? You really want to know about it? Okay, fine, I'll tell you. I started tuition before I even entered Primary school, then it was followed by 6 years of foundation building through to Primary 6. Then came Secondary 1 and the CCA started, so my life now consisted of studies and well portfolio building. So basically, with CCA, I end up having no holidays for the next 4 years there. Then came JC life, well it's just an extension of Secondary school life, except with more shit. So it's no holidays for the next 2 years and no life as well. Then come NS, where another 2.5 years of your life is taken away form you. Calculating these years, I basically have 16 years of my "life" taken away from me. All in the name of my future. This is without calculating the stress of studies, O's, A's, friends, all the bullshit life throws at you. Imagine putting all these into consideration, I think I rather die now. But guess what, I'm not going to. Why? Because I have my future ahead of me. Hooray to more shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3597794600375505363?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3597794600375505363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3597794600375505363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3597794600375505363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3597794600375505363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-658924229838922013</id><published>2010-08-02T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:01:50.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mettle</title><content type='html'>I miss you...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Loving a person whom would most probably think nothing of you...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He who does not expect much...just to listen to you breathe...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He who loves you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-658924229838922013?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/658924229838922013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=658924229838922013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/658924229838922013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/658924229838922013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/08/mettle.html' title='mettle'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3121933823026491810</id><published>2010-06-25T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:24:47.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferiority complex</title><content type='html'>Most probably the worst feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3121933823026491810?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3121933823026491810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3121933823026491810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3121933823026491810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3121933823026491810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/inferiority-complex_25.html' title='Inferiority complex'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6983525654142970441</id><published>2010-06-16T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:36:43.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can suppress</title><content type='html'>Everyday, my news feed is getting loaded with more and more pictures of friends travelling overseas with each other. I'd experienced this sort of travelling when 3 years ago, with the band to Australia. Somehow I hoped that I could relive that moment and make it better. With no intention of appearing selfish but them having so much fun make me kinda emoish.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've realised that I'm letting more of myself out. I'm more willing to give concessions to myself which should not be the case. Certain things have to be kept in check and should always have a high level of discipline. I need to hold me feelings in check and fast. It's time to stop being weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6983525654142970441?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6983525654142970441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6983525654142970441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6983525654142970441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6983525654142970441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can-suppress.html' title='I can suppress'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3174563619415945000</id><published>2010-06-15T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:25:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferiority complex</title><content type='html'>yes it says it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3174563619415945000?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3174563619415945000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3174563619415945000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3174563619415945000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3174563619415945000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/inferiority-complex.html' title='Inferiority complex'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3394748966926452226</id><published>2010-06-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:44:02.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3394748966926452226?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3394748966926452226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3394748966926452226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3394748966926452226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3394748966926452226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5579917939523252761</id><published>2010-06-07T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:21:00.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Burpsday Miss Sng!</title><content type='html'>FUN FUN FUN! I so totally enjoyed myself today. We (9 of us) went out to ION to celebrate Miss Sng's belated burpsday so we were looking for resturant first and cake and prezzies. In the end we ended up in Fish &amp; Co. We surprised Miss Sng witha Sinz R(A) 18 cake and then she was forced to uphold the Fish &amp; Co. tradition of standing up on the chair (table) and sung a burpsday cheer and song. We were supposed to treat her dinner but in the end she treated all of us. I feel so bad R&gt;&lt;. Then we went and shop some more and went to get Moos ice cream at 313 then slacked and talked (rant) lol. It was really a superbz day!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway Happy Burpsday Kasidet! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5579917939523252761?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5579917939523252761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5579917939523252761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5579917939523252761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5579917939523252761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-burpsday-miss-sng.html' title='Belated Burpsday Miss Sng!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1394912855465556905</id><published>2010-06-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:51:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>The only person who can hurt me more than anyone else is myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1394912855465556905?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1394912855465556905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1394912855465556905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1394912855465556905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1394912855465556905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-503140226325856429</id><published>2010-06-01T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:49:10.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Why is change so hard? Maybe that's why I cannot improve at all...because I cannot change fast enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-503140226325856429?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/503140226325856429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=503140226325856429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/503140226325856429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/503140226325856429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4711810586072807141</id><published>2010-05-24T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:46:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortitude...</title><content type='html'>I've always thought that becoming a cardiac surgeon was my dream, something I would be happy in. What if this isn't what I really wanted? What if what I want does not suit? What I prove to disappoint again? What do I want? What do I need? Am I destined to fail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4711810586072807141?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4711810586072807141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4711810586072807141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4711810586072807141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4711810586072807141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/fortitude.html' title='fortitude...'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2094124598404847290</id><published>2010-05-24T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:46:27.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECONS! I LUBZ YOU!</title><content type='html'>Had my first GP and Economics Paper today! OMG! IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2094124598404847290?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2094124598404847290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2094124598404847290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2094124598404847290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2094124598404847290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/econs-i-lubz-you.html' title='ECONS! I LUBZ YOU!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-409719997977329478</id><published>2010-05-22T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:42:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>What's the purpose of my life? Someone. Anyone. Please...give me a hint...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-409719997977329478?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/409719997977329478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=409719997977329478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/409719997977329478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/409719997977329478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7245518813689587450</id><published>2010-05-17T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:13:26.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to hold it in</title><content type='html'>The emotion tide had just passed. But it's soon to return yet again. There's so much to say but I guess it's true that "they pile up and are cemented beneath"...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm trying to keep everything inside and not bother others with my problems but sometimes, I fail to do so and I really don't want to be seen as someone who is weak and crack under all these pressure. Recently, I told my interviewer that my ambition is fueled by my desire to push myself to my limits and see what I can achieve and how I would react under critical stress...but do I really want that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7245518813689587450?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7245518813689587450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7245518813689587450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7245518813689587450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7245518813689587450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/trying-to-hold-it-in.html' title='Trying to hold it in'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-9216292937653384567</id><published>2010-05-15T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:46:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>It' like drugs. Even though I know someone will get hurt but I can't control myself when I'm in it, I don't care. When the high is over and gone, guilt comes rushing inside and it's too late to say that, "I do care". Gossip.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Etude Night! Fun fun fun! Hope that no one was hurt. No harm intended by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-9216292937653384567?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9216292937653384567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=9216292937653384567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/9216292937653384567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/9216292937653384567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/05/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6952951063445861960</id><published>2010-04-22T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:34:35.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTROL!</title><content type='html'>So I didn't get into council. I used to blame band for it (Medusa especially) but maybe I'm too ambitious to be an over achiever. I wanted to do everything for a nice portfolio and a good JC life but I totally screwed it up this time. Council had made me more efficient but it had also made me lose some relationship with band. In the end, I'm on the losing side, alone. I hope it's not too late to make things back to the way it was... Now I shall focus on getting H3 Research.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've changed since Primary school so as to be a stronger person but then conflicts of another sort appeared too- trying to be too strong. I became a SUPER loud person and I'm losing my sensitivity; nowadays I just shoot of whatever that comes to my head without reconsidering and end up regretting that it had to come out. CONTROLING MYSELF IS MY NEXT GOAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6952951063445861960?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6952951063445861960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6952951063445861960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6952951063445861960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6952951063445861960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/control.html' title='CONTROL!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1716309232356804697</id><published>2010-04-15T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:08:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocebo</title><content type='html'>It's been quite awhile since I've last blogged. The only reason why I can do so now, @ this time (schooling), is because I'm SICK! I never thought that I would want to be ill and miss school but as for today, I'm desperately trying to grab this opportunity to rest WELL.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyways, here's all the crap life have had installed for me in the past few weeks. Council is really damn shitty; all the last minute crap that had to be done (test network O.o), the proposalS (during Q&amp;amp;A yesterday, someone asked the candidates what could be done to improve the efficiency of council if it is so INFLEXIBLE! Go girl!), the video (redone), the speech (this even required a proposal for it to be approved!), and all the rest that are too shitty to be mentioned.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't understand why councillors must shout at us (candidates) all the time. We get shouted at for things like errr...EVERYTHING! We get punished for everything! NJC student council is like a authoritarian UG military hell! I bet it's the only SC that's like this rigid in the entire nation. Worse till, it's super inflexible and has basically no influence. In order to implement something, so MUCH (yes I used "much") proposals have to be done, and this does not include all the other shit. So when it's finally time to be implemented (provided it's that seemingly 1% that's not rejected), my batch would have graduated already. There's really no need for shouting (to the extent that it's insulting) to get your message across. I believe we are all young adults with some sense of maturity already so what's up with that? Seriously, the focus should be on real preparations to take up the challenge to actually become a councillor that is efficient, beneficial and capable. Not councillors that are there for show and to be taroked!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's okay to be scolded but only when necessary (not everything is necessary) and do it with some form of passion. In VS, yes, we were taroked and scolded but it didn't come across as insults but it came across as training and nobody complained (as in no hatred was formed) but in NJ, it's disgusting.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know there are some that are in band that are pissed that I joined council. For the RECORD: I WON'T QUIT BAND! I love playing, performing and the stage, I love the band, friends and the distress in band. So I will definitely not quit.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've got to go through a 2nd round of interview @ IBN for H3 A*Star programme and some other science award. I'm not complaining for these are the actual GOOD things that I look forward to having.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;JC life is starting to suck; band intensifying practices for concert, campaigning weeks for council, lecture tests, PI, etc. There's so many things that are urgent which makes it hard to prioritise now. I hope that it will be over soon. I need today to mug, some rest day right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1716309232356804697?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1716309232356804697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1716309232356804697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1716309232356804697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1716309232356804697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/nocebo.html' title='Nocebo'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6897656369126076627</id><published>2010-04-03T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:35:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need time</title><content type='html'>Group 13 met up for the first time to do our group proposal and get materials for the campaign. We were chased around by the librarian but we still managed to submit a full proposal only to get rejected later. So we submitted several more ideas and they all got rejected. Damn now we're out of ideas. We only managed to do the script for the video and we have to film it tomorrow. There's still Biology lecture test to mug for, graded Economics assignment to do, write-up to submit, history write up, group proposal and poster to do! It's no wonder many people are being deterred and having second thoughts. I am no exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6897656369126076627?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6897656369126076627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6897656369126076627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6897656369126076627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6897656369126076627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-need-time.html' title='We need time'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-608474622961344902</id><published>2010-04-01T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:17:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>I wonder how this day came about. Anyway there's something more important than this and THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A JOKE! It's the 43rd NJC Student Council Campaigning season! It's time to gather support so please please please support &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TEO SHAO WEI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-608474622961344902?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/608474622961344902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=608474622961344902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/608474622961344902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/608474622961344902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3094725815550407554</id><published>2010-03-27T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:57:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ever drawing</title><content type='html'>Okay it's not the first, technically, but it's the first that actually looked like a drawing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yIwgBYCI/AAAAAAAABcE/MoTxKF3Pfo0/s1600/1st+eye+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yIwgBYCI/AAAAAAAABcE/MoTxKF3Pfo0/s320/1st+eye+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453280956087623714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yIpzEr2I/AAAAAAAABb8/8Z8ObC7HqEo/s1600/1st+eye+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yIpzEr2I/AAAAAAAABb8/8Z8ObC7HqEo/s320/1st+eye+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453280954288484194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yISqp9MI/AAAAAAAABb0/G3yoEv0vGgc/s1600/1st+eye+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yISqp9MI/AAAAAAAABb0/G3yoEv0vGgc/s320/1st+eye+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453280948079162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yHh9VYnI/AAAAAAAABbs/TkxEgXp6MUo/s1600/1st+eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yHh9VYnI/AAAAAAAABbs/TkxEgXp6MUo/s320/1st+eye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453280935004168818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3094725815550407554?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3094725815550407554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3094725815550407554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3094725815550407554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3094725815550407554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-ever-drawing.html' title='My first ever drawing'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S63yIwgBYCI/AAAAAAAABcE/MoTxKF3Pfo0/s72-c/1st+eye+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7919193562325659040</id><published>2010-03-26T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:20:30.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>The bimbo clique has integrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7919193562325659040?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7919193562325659040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7919193562325659040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7919193562325659040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7919193562325659040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3472277384303924475</id><published>2010-03-19T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:54:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ Band Camp/VS Band Camp/ Hai Ching's farewell outing</title><content type='html'>I shall write about my holiday events in the above order.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I insist that non-overnight camps does not have the camp feeling; band camp should include the 2 nights sleeping in school. Day 1 of camp was just practice day so there's nothing interesting about that. Day 2 of camp was musik quiz day. The quiz was super fun (I was in the committee XP *guilty slacker*). There was singing (hur hur) and lots of scandalous news about dead composers. lol But at least people enjoyed the 3 hour session. After lunch, we continued with the practice part till 6. Day 3, games!!! Station games are SUPERB! We played Captain's Ball with vegetables so when the veg lands on the floor, it will splatter and the "ball" will gradually get smaller. I never knew that the band room could turn into a haunted house. We were supposed to find stuff in the haunted band room and we could only enter as a girl-guy pair or 3 girls triplet. So I went in with Wan Ling (I think) and it was like a shopping trip for us. We took an umbrella and used it as a shopping basket and just took whatever we saw until the "ghosts" told us, "Leave and never return again." lol We also did a 23 minutes twister yoga session and the sliding benches game. Then came Exco Games. I find it so much more meaningful than aimless solo walking. This Exco Game was sort of like cluedo live except it was like walking in an haunted school. The effects were super cool; filled with drama, amazing make-up and super into character exco members. We were supposed to travel in our groups and collect clues to solve a mystery. And I'm proud to say that Philip Spark (my group) was the closest to the real incident. Yay! All in all band camp was SUPERBLY FUN! Enjoyed it very much!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On 17th March (second day of band camp), I went back to VS at night to attend their solo walk. I went with the intent of doing some catching up with old acquaintances but it sort of failed. Erm...you can say I sort of didn't achieve my purpose but I sort of got to do a little bit of reminiscing of the good and bad. (You won't understand what I'd just wrote)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Was with Hai Ching, Hao Qin, Adora, Chantel, Josiah, Jie Yi, Hui Jie, Jun Hao, Quraisya, Daniel and Micheal at Kallang Leisure Park just now. It was an outing to bid farewell to Hai Ching before she leaves for Sydney. Some of us met up at Bedok first for lunch and we were supposed to head to ECP but the weather was against our choice thus we decided to head to the Leisure Park. While waiting for Chantel and Quraisya, we decided to have one round of bowling and we all couldn't get the correct pose, except Hao Qin. I tried to imitate but FAILED! I was lagging behind but luckily I got a strike in the last throw and I came in NOT LAST! XP After which we went to KBox and all I could say was that it was the most fun KBoxing session that I've ever had! (I only had 3?) SUPER FUNNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3472277384303924475?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3472277384303924475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3472277384303924475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3472277384303924475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3472277384303924475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/nj-band-campvs-band-camp-hai-chings.html' title='NJ Band Camp/VS Band Camp/ Hai Ching&apos;s farewell outing'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-387668892952349419</id><published>2010-03-12T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:37:25.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term 1</title><content type='html'>The term ended so quickly and now it's time for serious mugging; tests are coming up in term 2 and PW's starting soon; interviewing and campaigning in term 2; A*STAR interview's in term 2 too. Mental preparations for the REAL JC life must begin, if not I might just die. Like really die! Okay I'm writing in total U grade english language.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is it due to the fact that today's the last day of term that my body seemed to shut down at around 11am? I was trying extremely hard to keep awake during chem/bio lectures and I succeeded but I wasn't listening. LAMAO! Oh yeah I went to Adams for the first time in my life! Ate rojak! Made new friend! Offended someone! Priceydora painted a bad impression of me (fake bad impression lor! JUSTICE!!!) to her friends! And I got their disapproving look! There goes the elections! And my reputation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-387668892952349419?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/387668892952349419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=387668892952349419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/387668892952349419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/387668892952349419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-term-1.html' title='End of term 1'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1428226230323091832</id><published>2010-03-09T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:42:43.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck-tick</title><content type='html'>Finally (not a YAY-finally) the hectic life of JC starts to roll. It's not so much of the amount of work that we have to do (in fact it seemed to reduced as we get from Primary school to Secondary School then JC) but it's the amount of time that we have left for ourselves (basically to have a life). Meaning to say, everyone is basically investing so much time in school.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Having my first graded exit test (chemistry) tomorrow and yet school ended at 4.30 today, coupled with the 1.5 hours spent for band meeting; that adds up to...leaving school at......err...6pm! (results of being a SBB)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Somehow everyone is not complaining much (myself included). why? Anyway Hai Ching's leaving school at the end of the term and she's heading to Australia. We will miss you MARY! hur hur! Kk, I've got to get back to being a mugger (still a part time one, some more I'm those that come late leave early kind a.k.a. somebody upstairs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1428226230323091832?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1428226230323091832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1428226230323091832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1428226230323091832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1428226230323091832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/heck-tick.html' title='Heck-tick'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5082629850955747835</id><published>2010-03-01T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:48:57.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th BURPSDAY!</title><content type='html'>"Thank you thank you ^^" everyone will at least get this reply from me ha ha! Inspired from Ai Hua disease. Anyway I really want to thank everyone for making my 17th burpsday so exciting and very special! This is the first time that I've got such surprises in school and it's super duber cool! Wish: Everyone to be happy and always laughing(hur hur)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5082629850955747835?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5082629850955747835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5082629850955747835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5082629850955747835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5082629850955747835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/03/17th-burpsday.html' title='17th BURPSDAY!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4916203240658744853</id><published>2010-02-25T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:01:06.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Outing</title><content type='html'>PE was supposed to be cancelled due to the haze situation thus we planned for our very first outing. But PE was not cancelled due to the haze afterwards, it was cancelled due to the absence of our teacher thus it calls for alternate PE lesson. A dreadfully scorching sun, coupled with the hike to Island. And finally ICE CREAM! So we did make up for our lost PE lessons by walking then deciding to go have dessert (like Miss Lim). XP So yes 10SH10 had their pioneer outing with camwhoring and 6 tubs of ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4916203240658744853?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4916203240658744853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4916203240658744853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4916203240658744853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4916203240658744853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/pioneer-outing.html' title='Pioneer Outing'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1487010698260886495</id><published>2010-02-22T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:49:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in 10SH10</title><content type='html'>Got to officially meet the class today. At first, they seemed to appear like some thing of class with cliques and extremely "not high". Ms Sng's our PM and she did a terrible attempt at being strict. I guess she's just not mean enough to want to torture her own CC but then again, I may be saying this a bit too early. So while the class was still in frozen mode (ice not broken ha ha!), she tried to "zi high" and I emphasize tried. This new generation teacher must not be judged too quickly, she should be given more chances.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I tend to judge others too fast, without getting to know them well enough. For example, the stalker in our class (he likes to check out on other people's personal history), he seemed weird at first but towards the end of the day, he's just another person, another classmate. I guess he's not THAT bad.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The time when we truly start to bond was in Maths tutorial. Through pictionary, we gathered into 2 groups and started talking to each other. I guess it'ss easier to break the ice when everyone's willing to. I mean it's relatively easy compared to secondary school exchanges.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;By the end of the day (PE), we were pretty much chatting and laughing together so it's kinda cool to be in a class that turned out otherwise in the morning. Should really save my judging for myself. Mrs Khoo does not deserve to be on the pedestal...yet. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1487010698260886495?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1487010698260886495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1487010698260886495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1487010698260886495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1487010698260886495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-in-10sh10.html' title='First day in 10SH10'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6356849048031903989</id><published>2010-02-20T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:27:30.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hao Qing's Birdsday</title><content type='html'>Was around City Hall just now to celebrate Hao Qing's Birdsday (Birthday). Few of us were there before the rest so we went to Raffles Mall to get Hao Qing a present- A 2 sided belt with a rotatable buckle. While outside Esprit, we decided to take a group photo and we met this super cool German couple. They helped us take a picture and made friends with us which was like super friendly. They also thought that WE were tourists...ha ha!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway off to Subway for lunch. While lunching, some were playing cards, others were talking in Chinese and some were making monkey faces. But the thing is that we had not gotten the cake yet so went we left, Ryan and I lagged behind on the pretext of losing phones and went to get a cookie cake. "Heppy Burbsday" was supposed to be written on the cookie, instead it became "Happy Birdsday". O.o Well nvm, they both sound like birthday. So we met up at the esplanade rooftop and just so happened that there was this pair with a guitar so we asked her to play a birthday song while the rest lead Hao Qing into the place where the we were hiding. Oh btw, one of the person in that pair was from Israel. Yay! International friends! In any case, I've always wanted to see this happen, like in the movies, where you have random people wishing the birthday boy, "Happy Birdsday!". Oh and there was a card made by Zhuang Wen and Zhi Xin as well...Happy Birdsday man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6356849048031903989?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6356849048031903989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6356849048031903989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6356849048031903989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6356849048031903989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/hao-qings-birdsday.html' title='Hao Qing&apos;s Birdsday'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5415828644672730888</id><published>2010-02-17T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:01:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulties</title><content type='html'>During sectionals (supposingly), my section was slacking, talking and drinking while waiting for the call to return for combined. The call came at 6.30+pm when everyone else was already tuning so they pretty much left us out. &gt;&lt; So we went back to the band room and just as we entered, the room blacked out. Due to nonreturnable lights, we were dismissed at 7pm. Yes, I'm a slacker so I'm super happy and off I went to the bus stop. 4 slowpokes in front of me caused me to miss a bus but the next one came pretty fast and it was a double-decker. There was no jam too. OMG ^^ But when we were on the highway outside Toa Payoh gym, the bus decided to die. DAMN IT LAR! We were stranded on the highway until another 154 came by to help. Just a bit more distance and I would have reached my bus stop. URGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5415828644672730888?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5415828644672730888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5415828644672730888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5415828644672730888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5415828644672730888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical Difficulties'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7254969332532387392</id><published>2010-02-16T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:21:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Hold'Em</title><content type='html'>Visited a new pub yesterday called Le Bar. The interior is so much nicer than that of The Crew Room. It's more cozy, the furniture is more upper class (look nia coz it's mostly black) and the lightnings are so much better. Not to mention the sound system is a lot better as well. Played through the night, sang through the night and drunk through the night.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love the poker game. I'm not very skillful at it (still a 2 days old newbie) but it's definitely more fun than blackjack (stupid). Other than using chips, we used a drinking system where each player can choose to follow or up the stakes by pouring anything that's on the table into a cup (acts as the pot) and the loser drinks it. So it's kind of a twist which made it super fun (considering the fact that there was something to play for or in this case, something not to play for).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7254969332532387392?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7254969332532387392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7254969332532387392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7254969332532387392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7254969332532387392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/texas-holdem.html' title='Texas Hold&apos;Em'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6598123714677954132</id><published>2010-02-14T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:19:20.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>STEAMBOAT FESTIVAL! That pretty much sums up yesterday's events. Oh yeah and if I hadn't sent you any message then it must be my phone's problem because it hanged and went on spam mode for some while others were just ignored. Anyway here's to everyone: HAPPY CHINESE NEW VALENTINES YEAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6598123714677954132?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6598123714677954132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6598123714677954132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6598123714677954132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6598123714677954132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3310192834902970654</id><published>2010-02-13T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:39:05.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY'sEve'sEve</title><content type='html'>Finally a real celebration from school, as in a half day (VS is always damn lame with its "half day"). Nothing much happened at school; singing competition, first day playing with band for morning assembly, oranges exchange (couldn't participate).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The real fun started in the evening when OG20 had our HCNVYD (Happy Chinese New Valentine Year Day) outing at Vivo. First we played games at the rooftop while waiting for everyone to assemble. Sadly, Ai Hua had to visit the dentist thus she left early and as for the rest of us, we wanted to watch the sun set but it was still early and we were very hungry. It was then we did our first crazy thing of the day- Danced the Singapore have no dollar in public and everyone was staring.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dinnered at Superdog and I did another stupid shit. I ordered German Bratwurst Spicy Italian (I did it with an accent) but the counter person told me they are separate items. OMG so paiseh lei! I got the German one and we proceeded with dinner. Laughed and talk and joke were the theme of the day. We even invented a laughter ender. CUT!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After which it was to Giant to purchase sparklers (it's SPARKLERS not SPARKLES bimbo). lol. Then we siao some more outside Giant, doing kiddish stuff. Leaving the basement was an obstacle course harder than that of the Army- it was food paradise. First we stopped to get some Hong Kong styled sotong ball where you add all kind of sauce, then it was to Yigloo for free ice cream (nice salesgirl) but in the end we did purchase one cup of ice cream (4 flavour and LOTS of toppings). Camwhored more and we spent roughly 30 minutes getting past these 2 stores. It was here that we realised Terence's love for fire!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was to the rooftop next (like finally!) but we did something even more stupid- mass dancing on the amphitheatre for everyone to see. It was super crazy and so STOMP material! News! Sparklers was played after some people tried to cross the swamp where little devils bathe too nakedly for PG ratings. We crashed this random person's birthday celebration by singing him a song and giving him sparklers. lol. And in return, we got a quarter cake.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SUPER UBER DUBER FUN CNY'S EVE'S EVE CELEBRATIONS! The only flaw- not everyone was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3310192834902970654?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3310192834902970654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3310192834902970654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3310192834902970654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3310192834902970654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/cnyseveseve.html' title='CNY&apos;sEve&apos;sEve'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7627279043559733124</id><published>2010-02-10T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:36:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First BP</title><content type='html'>Band practice started today. It was supposed to be my trial period but I guess I ended up getting sucked back into band- I had no where else to go. Well dp was definitely much better than I had expected; there was no audition, the conductor was nice and it's heaven here compared to hell in VSCB. The 2 quelms I have about band is 1.) Today ended at 8pm. 2.) Saturday got practice &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7627279043559733124?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7627279043559733124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7627279043559733124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7627279043559733124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7627279043559733124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-bp.html' title='First BP'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3705834945254751164</id><published>2010-02-08T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:23:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Application Period</title><content type='html'>Just submitted my super impromptu application for DSTA Scholarship and now I'm on to prepare for the application of SRP...URGH! There's also that MOE Pre-U scholarship to apply for. Chances are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3705834945254751164?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3705834945254751164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3705834945254751164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3705834945254751164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3705834945254751164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-application-period.html' title='Crazy Application Period'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1915317343135266610</id><published>2010-02-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:43:58.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldives</title><content type='html'>CIP at Maldives?! $800+ is considered cheap but doing CIP while paying that amount is kinda expensive, not to mention weird too. CIP in the sense itself is already quite intriguing as to what could we offer to Maldives where people pay by the thousands to live by the seas and India. Dig sand? Prevent Maldives from sinking, maybe? lol But it's still kinda KEWL to have such a trip! (Not going yet sounding so excited)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm such a failure at camwhoring; till now I can't get pics with everyone from twentytwentytwentytwentytwenty; I can't take a good shot myself...urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1915317343135266610?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1915317343135266610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1915317343135266610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1915317343135266610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1915317343135266610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/maldives.html' title='Maldives'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5690542770631628291</id><published>2010-02-04T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:55:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures' beginning</title><content type='html'>3 lectures; economics, mathematics and biology. Econs was quite slow paced so it was alright. Spent 45 minutes laughing in maths class. Bio was so fast! She covered 10 pages in like 30 minutes!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway more about yesterday. It started off with mass dance session where we finished "shut up and drive" and "summer nights". All together, we learnt 3 dances.&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwBTMLqiO9I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwBTMLqiO9I&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQGlMHBIJYo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQGlMHBIJYo&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;It was followed by the showdown segment which ended in 10 minutes due to over enthuness. lol CCA carnival was quite boring so yeah that's that. The highlight was the dance party. The walk-in featured dance by the OGLs from each clan but naturally Sovictus rocks, but still I preferred the Tellus one. After the walk-in the clubbing begins and it was just dance and dance and dance to the DJ!!! Woots! We ended off the day shacked and snacking at Macs. One word to phrase up Genesis 2010-WONDERFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5690542770631628291?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5690542770631628291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5690542770631628291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5690542770631628291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5690542770631628291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/lectures-beginning.html' title='Lectures&apos; beginning'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5691849662020811059</id><published>2010-02-02T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:13:58.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S2gkyhCZ_DI/AAAAAAAABbk/-U-pOshhPHI/s1600-h/latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S2gkyhCZ_DI/AAAAAAAABbk/-U-pOshhPHI/s320/latte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433633400703024178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S2gklFXnXlI/AAAAAAAABa8/n8fuBdJPayI/s1600-h/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S2gklFXnXlI/AAAAAAAABa8/n8fuBdJPayI/s320/burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433633169937489490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5691849662020811059?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5691849662020811059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5691849662020811059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5691849662020811059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5691849662020811059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/mad-jack.html' title='Mad Jack'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S2gkyhCZ_DI/AAAAAAAABbk/-U-pOshhPHI/s72-c/latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3630461591868135785</id><published>2010-02-01T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:23:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my school lar!</title><content type='html'>I love my school lar! It's a new environment away from the east.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3630461591868135785?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3630461591868135785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3630461591868135785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3630461591868135785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3630461591868135785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-school-lar.html' title='I love my school lar!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7016040839246996825</id><published>2010-01-29T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:43:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Committed</title><content type='html'>Got rejected from VJC but I came to terms with it since yesterday as NJ orientation was even better today. So yes, I'm a full fledged NJ-ian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7016040839246996825?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7016040839246996825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7016040839246996825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7016040839246996825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7016040839246996825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/committed.html' title='Committed'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3359516525391430057</id><published>2010-01-28T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:46:40.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's pretty cool</title><content type='html'>It wasn't all that bad. In fact, I kinda like it there. The only problem lies with the VJC appeal response...faster lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3359516525391430057?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3359516525391430057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3359516525391430057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3359516525391430057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3359516525391430057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/schools-pretty-cool.html' title='School&apos;s pretty cool'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6590187129636577564</id><published>2010-01-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:41:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NJC</title><content type='html'>Once a Victorian, Now a Singaporean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6590187129636577564?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6590187129636577564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6590187129636577564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6590187129636577564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6590187129636577564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/njc.html' title='NJC'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2723743569903961540</id><published>2010-01-20T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:52:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna</title><content type='html'>Had buffet and the food was alright...(alright)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYYc3ZaNI/AAAAAAAABaM/yq5PFyVYDgY/s1600-h/teppanyaki+meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYYc3ZaNI/AAAAAAAABaM/yq5PFyVYDgY/s320/teppanyaki+meat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428834684162894034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYDSRQGqI/AAAAAAAABZc/XCz82xZUEig/s1600-h/cold+plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYDSRQGqI/AAAAAAAABZc/XCz82xZUEig/s320/cold+plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428834320541293218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYDFRlasI/AAAAAAAABZU/CzEA3ONIas0/s1600-h/chicken+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYDFRlasI/AAAAAAAABZU/CzEA3ONIas0/s320/chicken+soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428834317053029058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYCw7pdaI/AAAAAAAABZM/lkij_JgrtI4/s1600-h/abalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYCw7pdaI/AAAAAAAABZM/lkij_JgrtI4/s320/abalone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428834311592310178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But still I have to thank aunt for the dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2723743569903961540?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2723743569903961540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2723743569903961540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2723743569903961540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2723743569903961540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/vienna.html' title='Vienna'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1cYYc3ZaNI/AAAAAAAABaM/yq5PFyVYDgY/s72-c/teppanyaki+meat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7304237841317680493</id><published>2010-01-19T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:58:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dempsey Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1XH-p46SsI/AAAAAAAABZE/PpRMXdjuocg/s1600-h/dempsey+hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1XH-p46SsI/AAAAAAAABZE/PpRMXdjuocg/s320/dempsey+hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464805075372738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 challenges today-Entering Giorgio Armani and entering Dempsey Hill. It's freaking intimidating to enter these boutiques in ION where they have doormen(Louis Vuitton) and staff with ear pieces(Louis Vuitton) but luckily Armani is so much less hiong. (We didn't enter Louis Vuitton)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We walked through the whole (almost) of Orchard and with the help of Goggle Map, we finally found Dempsey Road. It was more than an hour walk so you can imagine the excruciating pain we had went through to "enjoy" furniture shops and art galleries (of which we faniced none). Anyway we decided to reward ourselves with a drink at Jones the Grocer. The drinks are not very expensive if you compare them to StarBucks, in fact, they may be slightly cheaper.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1XHcTSMNXI/AAAAAAAABX8/MxBzlwC2IF8/s1600-h/blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1XHcTSMNXI/AAAAAAAABX8/MxBzlwC2IF8/s320/blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464214891836786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7304237841317680493?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7304237841317680493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7304237841317680493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7304237841317680493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7304237841317680493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/dempsey-hill.html' title='Dempsey Hill'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/S1XH-p46SsI/AAAAAAAABZE/PpRMXdjuocg/s72-c/dempsey+hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5450151973416497809</id><published>2010-01-18T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:35:40.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden places</title><content type='html'>Started my hunt for keffiyehs at Kampong Glam since 11 till 2. Circled through Arab Street, Haji Lane, etc. several times and we (Mirza and I) came across this shop which sells them. The shopkeeper was very friendly (Most of them were) but we decided to look around and try to compare prices. We went to several shops and asked around and we were directed from one shop to another but ultimately back to that first shop we went to. O.o Btw Haji lane has nice clothing but they are terribly expensive- $99 for a shirt?!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mirza had to go to Chinatown (Ang Seng Hill) for some job interview at BooksActually. Ang Seng Hill has amazing stalls and by "amazing" I meant "not mainstream" type. That place also has those computerized packing system like those in hotwheels toy set. It's freaking cool! Anyway, BooksActually has some really amazing stuff (books duh! But got some other weird thingys as well, like the prawn sharpener.) and it's worth the visit. Do prepare to spend quite a bit as the books are mostly above the $30ish range. Anyone else knows this kind of "hidden places"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5450151973416497809?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5450151973416497809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5450151973416497809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5450151973416497809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5450151973416497809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/hidden-places.html' title='Hidden places'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-359864616869156666</id><published>2010-01-12T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:17:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Choices</title><content type='html'>Please share your 12 choices for JAE. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-359864616869156666?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/359864616869156666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=359864616869156666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/359864616869156666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/359864616869156666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/12-choices.html' title='12 Choices'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8902693969509066513</id><published>2010-01-11T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:40:16.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post O's worries</title><content type='html'>The troubles never end; Just when I thought that I could finally feel relived, another series of problems come ramming through. Despite getting 8 points, my partial 4 does not guarantee me a spot in VJC. It's always a little off and I would not be hanging by a thread, always having to worry and never have the time to rest. Even if I do get in with my partial 4, I will be worried about clenching the BCME combination. URGH! I'm not being a bitch but I do need to improve a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8902693969509066513?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8902693969509066513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8902693969509066513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8902693969509066513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8902693969509066513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-os-worries.html' title='Post O&apos;s worries'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3945124373920226855</id><published>2010-01-07T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:49:06.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Torrential rain?&lt;/span&gt; Nah, it's more like the "Perfect Storm", only that it's in the city, which pretty much equates to a tsunami or sorts. Anyway there I was, standing in the aftermath of the disaster-some windows were smashed; ornaments and decorations floating everywhere; the furniture wracked; it was wet.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is it safe yet? I ask myself when I realised the mother was gone. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is she dead?&lt;/span&gt; Oh no... she's alive, just missing. I went out to look for the mother. I needed to be with her; I needed to make sure that she's safe; and I definitely felt more at ease when her presence was felt.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There she is! She's on the seventh floor, talking to a neighbour. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;About what?&lt;/span&gt; I don't know? I left and went to the adjacent neighbour on the sixth floor. Their house was fine. Everyone was there. It was dry. "May I borrow the mop?" I asked. And it was given to me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why were their house fine?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe their windows were closed? God knows why.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;With the borrowed possession, I ran back home. The door was wide open and the father sat there, on a stool-like a general on his high horse. I passed him the mop and he said... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What did he say?&lt;/span&gt; "Good job."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paradoxically, I felt a little sense of achievement. There, the chapter closes and the boy realised that the dream was as real as what he could relate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3945124373920226855?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3945124373920226855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3945124373920226855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3945124373920226855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3945124373920226855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/torrential-rain-nah-its-more-like.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8577283835197196370</id><published>2010-01-05T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:11:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Life</title><content type='html'>There's so many things I want to get; I guess I've reached the phase of wanting to be rich, FINALLY? Hope that it will pass soon, REAL soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8577283835197196370?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8577283835197196370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8577283835197196370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8577283835197196370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8577283835197196370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-life.html' title='High Life'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-570948711368422003</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:05:57.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2010</title><content type='html'>It's a new decade and some much had happened in the previous one. I don't usually have the habit of setting New Year resolutions or hopes for the new year but this time, I have some inspiration.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Some people wish that the new year will be better but I don't hope for a better year; all I want is that it doesn't get worse. Simple but not quite easy to fulfill. Till then, I must learn to be satisfied with myself.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcLMH8pwusw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcLMH8pwusw&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-570948711368422003?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/570948711368422003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=570948711368422003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/570948711368422003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/570948711368422003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010.html' title='It&apos;s 2010'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-406413220775484547</id><published>2009-12-30T20:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:33:57.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise tripo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHfZAARcI/AAAAAAAABX0/5knIPp8TUOM/s1600-h/value+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHfZAARcI/AAAAAAAABX0/5knIPp8TUOM/s320/value+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005181082944962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The valued cards for gambling. XP
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHfD2O8QI/AAAAAAAABXs/tUtqgJKmRjw/s1600-h/transitional+ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHfD2O8QI/AAAAAAAABXs/tUtqgJKmRjw/s320/transitional+ferry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005175404818690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Transitional ferry.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHYe1C3KI/AAAAAAAABXk/lri1b3yTrlM/s1600-h/supper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHYe1C3KI/AAAAAAAABXk/lri1b3yTrlM/s320/supper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005062388505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supper
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHYFJ-zsI/AAAAAAAABXc/gJWPkAWy2zM/s1600-h/saviour+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHYFJ-zsI/AAAAAAAABXc/gJWPkAWy2zM/s320/saviour+boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005055496998594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saviour boat
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXwyEagI/AAAAAAAABXU/hdS66QeHYyM/s1600-h/packaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXwyEagI/AAAAAAAABXU/hdS66QeHYyM/s320/packaged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005050027993602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packaged.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXlxtDAI/AAAAAAAABXM/AVdc5th67sQ/s1600-h/outside+restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXlxtDAI/AAAAAAAABXM/AVdc5th67sQ/s320/outside+restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005047073672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the restaurant
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXTsn7PI/AAAAAAAABXE/qmKC_HFCxY8/s1600-h/lucky+welcoming+dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHXTsn7PI/AAAAAAAABXE/qmKC_HFCxY8/s320/lucky+welcoming+dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421005042220526834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky welcoming dragon?
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHHBYBDeI/AAAAAAAABWs/Ex7Kmd3E8xQ/s1600-h/looks+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHHBYBDeI/AAAAAAAABWs/Ex7Kmd3E8xQ/s320/looks+gay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004762424348130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "flower"  singers
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHG1WE04I/AAAAAAAABWk/MA5vkO9oR3A/s1600-h/karaoke+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHG1WE04I/AAAAAAAABWk/MA5vkO9oR3A/s320/karaoke+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004759194981250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karaoke deck
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHGs8v6UI/AAAAAAAABWc/4z1JS_BkSUs/s1600-h/elisa+%26+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHGs8v6UI/AAAAAAAABWc/4z1JS_BkSUs/s320/elisa+%26+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004756941269314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elissa &amp;amp; me
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3kIDOUI/AAAAAAAABWU/L0X_bIdd-80/s1600-h/cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3kIDOUI/AAAAAAAABWU/L0X_bIdd-80/s320/cabin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004496874715458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cabin
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3RkTNCI/AAAAAAAABWM/sNwQz6GTSBg/s1600-h/bbdg+out+at+seas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3RkTNCI/AAAAAAAABWM/sNwQz6GTSBg/s320/bbdg+out+at+seas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004491892929570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babydoggy  out at seas
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3G5x7KI/AAAAAAAABWE/MYntzUEFHEc/s1600-h/at+the+karaoke+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG3G5x7KI/AAAAAAAABWE/MYntzUEFHEc/s320/at+the+karaoke+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004489030233250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At karaoke deck
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG2ijhQaI/AAAAAAAABV8/bjGYzWmqwvo/s1600-h/at+sun+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG2ijhQaI/AAAAAAAABV8/bjGYzWmqwvo/s320/at+sun+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004479273189794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On sun deck
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG2SfINBI/AAAAAAAABV0/6W6uaWQc-s0/s1600-h/at+first+transitional+ferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztG2SfINBI/AAAAAAAABV0/6W6uaWQc-s0/s320/at+first+transitional+ferry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421004474959803410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On transitional ferry&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
29 December 2009&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;20.10 The gates open and frantic boarders rush to get through. WTH! It's like a frenzy to get on the casino. Oh did I mention that we have to board a transitional ferry? What's the rush peps?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

20.21 Currently playing: some weird cheena piang song blasting by a PRC
While on board the transitional ferry, I learnt one point- the selfishness of those grandpa gamblers. An old man sits (sleeps rather) in front of me (I'm facing everyone else) with his kiao kha (propped up legs). By doing so, he denied others of 1 more seat. Coupled with that, one more seat for his plastic bag. Inconsiderate. Everyone else is sleeping, most probably gearing up for the dens. O.o It's legal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

21.07 I finally realised the significance of rushing onto the ship- to get a good seat. By good standards, I mean one that can get you off the ship fast. But that is not always the case as my family kiasuness triumph good seats, for we started swarming the exit before the ferry even stopped, all in an effort to get "good seats". Yes, I'm on another transitional ferry in Bintan? Cheers?
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23.11 My supper table's vibrating. My head...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

23.37 The singer at the pub is straggling...oh just realised that you can 'hang flowers (cash)' on them. -.-&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;30 December 2009&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;0130 WIth the help of my lucky aunt, I won $25.40 with the $10 first-timer gift. On this note, YES, I got into the casino! XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

08.28 Woke up but my head kept hitting the ceiling...ouch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

09.22 My reflex action when encountering smoke (cigarette) is to have funny, heating nose; I suspect my trachea is porous. Casino is a bad, bad place- smoke, drink and gamble. Haiz... The whole cruise is air-conditioned some more! So if there's a fire, what saves us will not be the sprinklers but the sea. Or will it kill us?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

09.45 Sourcing for things to do...boring!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

11.15 Wow! Legend has it that a woman started playing a jackpot machine with a capital of $30 and she won $1000+. The legend part is the capital. As for a non-gambler, $1000+ win is a lot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

14.22 Boarded the first transitional ferry. Turbulence...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

16.13 After queuing for so long, I realised that Singaporeans have an express queue. Maybe it's time I get those data chipped passport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-406413220775484547?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/406413220775484547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=406413220775484547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/406413220775484547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/406413220775484547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/cruise-tripo.html' title='Cruise tripo'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SztHfZAARcI/AAAAAAAABX0/5knIPp8TUOM/s72-c/value+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2273414406628257666</id><published>2009-12-29T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:58:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Penguins Scandal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8n5pufwTxQ4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8n5pufwTxQ4&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2273414406628257666?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2273414406628257666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2273414406628257666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2273414406628257666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2273414406628257666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/gay-penguins-scandal_7669.html' title='Gay Penguins Scandal!!!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3663336725158997812</id><published>2009-12-28T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:27:26.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>向日葵的约定</title><content type='html'>This is a relatively nice show- Home grown, cute cast and with meaning. I realised that home-produced (a.k.a. local) films have this tendency to deliver some sort of message along with the low budget filmed. Well, low budget compared to Hollywood but of a good standard; the filming's clear and the storyline is almost always intriguing. This could be acquainted to the fact that most are project-based. (Just a random hinge)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Alr4CI_Tn0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Alr4CI_Tn0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, this film is about love; Born with mild intellectual disability (MID), slow in learning and often gullible, 19-year-old Shan Shan is an innocent and friendly girl. Like any teenager, Shan Shan is going through a coming of age, yearning for a special someone. (Koped of MediaCorp TV forum and yes I searched about this film but at least I "support" local productions. Humph!)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Despite it's choppiness in transitions, the underlining intent is very good- The unconditional love of a parent willing to give her daughter (protective mother whom said this,"如果你能比我更爱她，我愿意让你来作它的太阳。" which is a wonderful line); The innocent love that ShanShan is willing to offer despite MID (WanYuan said this to ShanShan,"不是你太笨，是其它人太复杂了。"); The accepting love of a normal guy for ShanShan (Reckless guy whom can't be with ShanShan because he's totally not prepared and just not responsible enough. I mean WTH is eloping to Thailand and quitting JC and failing Polytechnic and yet have no dreams or friends. Of which some I'm guilty of too...XP "四十八分钟后的微笑" is the work of his art piece in the final scene which I guess serve the purpose of his memories and love shared between him and ShanShan). See, this local film corporates so much meaning in every detail of the show and that's what I love about Singapore's film- Layered.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This film subtly brings to my attention of the absurdity of the selfish human nature that cheats upon the handicapped (Conning in Thailand where ShanShan traded a golden bracelet for a teddy bear; Attempted molest by several ah peks). Oh and not to forget that extremely heartless man whom insulted the MID people. Unfortunately, even the film does not make a "happily ever after" ending but, luckily, it was somewhat still garner some hope. So let's hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3663336725158997812?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3663336725158997812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3663336725158997812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3663336725158997812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3663336725158997812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='向日葵的约定'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2892051911149768599</id><published>2009-12-25T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:27:26.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SzR3YrmbOpI/AAAAAAAABVs/2uUidxJn9BQ/s1600-h/the+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SzR3YrmbOpI/AAAAAAAABVs/2uUidxJn9BQ/s320/the+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419087517538007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Merry Christmas to all! Read this statistic somewhere that &gt;50% (estimate) prefer 'happy holidays' to 'merry christmas'. Being extremely liberal, I'm fine with any, provided people wish me in the first place...&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2892051911149768599?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2892051911149768599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2892051911149768599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2892051911149768599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2892051911149768599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SzR3YrmbOpI/AAAAAAAABVs/2uUidxJn9BQ/s72-c/the+crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-384382700195957145</id><published>2009-12-24T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:02:33.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://byfallenangel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 450px;" src="http://byfallenangel.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gossip-girl.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Picked up "Gossip Girl" recently and if you're a fan of bitchiness of the uber rich and spoilt high society of the adolescent, then this is the show for you. (Of course, the bitch content is albeit controlled thus it's not a bad watch) Anyway the characters, as usual, get into awkward misunderstandings every episode but here's the thing that's different: the brats are quite understanding and magnanimous with their forgiveness. It's not exactly the kind of behaviour I would expect from them but everyone is just so forgiving (in the end); this kinda makes it not very realistic (in the sense of melodrama). The high life may seem enjoyable and all, but it's just a dramatic perception.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xoxo Gossip Girl (Ha ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-384382700195957145?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/384382700195957145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=384382700195957145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/384382700195957145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/384382700195957145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/gossip-girls.html' title='Gossip Girls'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4265085406065223543</id><published>2009-12-19T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:31:28.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSSN'09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHoR2qcPI/AAAAAAAABUo/-GjSDQQgeAM/s1600-h/Flutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHoR2qcPI/AAAAAAAABUo/-GjSDQQgeAM/s320/Flutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783209132880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The journey of NSSN'09 is spread over a period of 2 weeks of which I didn't cover and is too long to cover now. (Due to laziness) Few things are new here at VJCSB; the xchg of gifts and cards, the fun conductor, the more mature treatment, the less stress concert and much more fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHoG6XsbI/AAAAAAAABUg/m90dHl8qGOc/s1600-h/Backstage+with+Flutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHoG6XsbI/AAAAAAAABUg/m90dHl8qGOc/s320/Backstage+with+Flutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783206195638706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIlhHF9uI/AAAAAAAABVY/wvTU2ow0FfU/s1600-h/Zi+Yun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIlhHF9uI/AAAAAAAABVY/wvTU2ow0FfU/s320/Zi+Yun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416784261200344802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zi Yun (Flute)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIAX4-IJI/AAAAAAAABVI/UEXGzwXGPI0/s1600-h/Samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIAX4-IJI/AAAAAAAABVI/UEXGzwXGPI0/s320/Samantha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783623070032018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samantha (Flute)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIAC_3vZI/AAAAAAAABVA/yZNl2c8wwPg/s1600-h/Celine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxIAC_3vZI/AAAAAAAABVA/yZNl2c8wwPg/s320/Celine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783617461829010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celine (Flute)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHn6n5AMI/AAAAAAAABUY/ylqsLP4Pntw/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHn6n5AMI/AAAAAAAABUY/ylqsLP4Pntw/s320/Leon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783202896904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leon (Flute)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHnh21TLI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XYPu2deEggo/s1600-h/Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHnh21TLI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XYPu2deEggo/s320/Wyatt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783196248689842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt (Flute)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHnRhq35I/AAAAAAAABUI/0UzwLOJKCdg/s1600-h/Wei+Hao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHnRhq35I/AAAAAAAABUI/0UzwLOJKCdg/s320/Wei+Hao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783191864958866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Hao (Flute)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHn6n5AMI/AAAAAAAABUY/ylqsLP4Pntw/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxH_0Uoj1I/AAAAAAAABU4/IasF_TNAuc8/s1600-h/SungHee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxH_0Uoj1I/AAAAAAAABU4/IasF_TNAuc8/s320/SungHee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783613522382674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SungHee (Stage Band-Sax)
   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxH_rUnPvI/AAAAAAAABUw/LvdFWdVz7ro/s1600-h/Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxH_rUnPvI/AAAAAAAABUw/LvdFWdVz7ro/s320/Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416783611106377458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel (Stage Band-Tpet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4265085406065223543?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4265085406065223543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4265085406065223543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4265085406065223543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4265085406065223543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/nssn09.html' title='NSSN&apos;09'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SyxHoR2qcPI/AAAAAAAABUo/-GjSDQQgeAM/s72-c/Flutes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7372148734773691444</id><published>2009-12-10T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:15:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitting Advertisement</title><content type='html'>Have you people watched the littering advertisement by NEA on Channel 8? (If not it's embedded here) &lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxyDQJf8OIs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cxyDQJf8OIs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;The one where 2 Chinese people (PRCs) spat and threw tissue onto the ground and were approached by 2 uncle and auntie. It's obviously targeted at PRCs lar. So bad hor? Singaporeans also litter what! At least these 2 repented while some Sg Uncle (Ah Pei not so bad) think they damn "big" so, in their mind, there's a green card for them to litter and yet not only think that littering is wrong but think that their actions are correct. So much for an integrated country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7372148734773691444?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7372148734773691444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7372148734773691444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7372148734773691444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7372148734773691444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/spitting-advertisement.html' title='Spitting Advertisement'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5845800150343536865</id><published>2009-12-07T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:07:59.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of LOVE</title><content type='html'>Arranged marriages form from the obsolete notion of "LOVE can be 培养的" seemed to last through a lifetime. Whereas marriages form from the present notion of "LOVE binds the pair made in Heaven" seemed to last through (at most) 2 affairs? (It's different in Tiger Woods' case though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5845800150343536865?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5845800150343536865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5845800150343536865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5845800150343536865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5845800150343536865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/irony-of-love.html' title='Irony of LOVE'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8884108028994028188</id><published>2009-12-04T19:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:08:22.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's crumbling!</title><content type='html'>As in literally, my ceiling is crumbling- they are collapsing. It isn't a new sight but just these 2 days, quite some rock fell off the top and just the thought of that rubbles crushing down is frightening. I mean what if someone is below that spot at that particular time, then oh-oh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SxjuXiEPc2I/AAAAAAAABTw/8_hVss9SkYo/s1600-h/DSC_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SxjuXiEPc2I/AAAAAAAABTw/8_hVss9SkYo/s320/DSC_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411337040334648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the size of these rocks! Luckily enough, they fell in an unused toilet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SxjuXz4YHlI/AAAAAAAABT8/XpOMiGkmCVU/s1600-h/DSC_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SxjuXz4YHlI/AAAAAAAABT8/XpOMiGkmCVU/s320/DSC_0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411337045116722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other disaster site was in the kitchen but it wasn't as horrible. The picture above is the abstract design of my exclusive house. Any buyers? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway I was watching the Ellen DeGeneres Show at 5pm and this issue was over eons ago but you know how Channel 5 is very laggy in such screenings so this Ellen episode was delayed for like almost 2 months. Anyway it's about this 7 year old boy whom was chased by police for driving. YEAH DRIVING WHEN HE"S NOT EVEN TALL ENOUGH! Damn and I have to wait till I'm 21. SUCKY MUCH! So he claims to have to have to slip down the seat to press on the peddles den "pop" back up to see the road. Yet, he claimed to have never driven before. Then like how the hell did he know how to handle this automobile and not get into any accident for miles. (Not forgetting he waved to a fire Marshall as he cruised by O.o) So he came out like as all guests do in the show, acting cool like he's a big celeb and his father was beside him. Somehow they can make it seem like a totally almighty event since nothing happened when it's like sending wrong signals everywhere. Ellen," So how were you punished?" Boy, "Grounded for a week, with no TV, no video games..." Father interrupts, "Oh no...it's worse than a week (Said it cheekily), it's a month." LIKE HELLO! A MONTH? NO VIDEO GAMES? WOAH THAT SURE HELPS HIM UNDERSTAND! What more with the father appearing to be so cool about this whole misguided incident. Anyway nice nice Ellen gave the boy a drivable toy car in which he could ride in so that he will not drive the man-sized one. Yeah the boy gets a prize on top of "video games"; great punishment. I say he should be *$#@$#)*$#)@*$#)@*$)#@*)!(@#*(*)@!*$)#! until all these shit is ingrained in him. ^^ Of course I'm very PG and children friendly. [Okay this sounded totally R-rated paedophilia (IRONY!)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8884108028994028188?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8884108028994028188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8884108028994028188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8884108028994028188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8884108028994028188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-crumbling.html' title='It&apos;s crumbling!'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SxjuXiEPc2I/AAAAAAAABTw/8_hVss9SkYo/s72-c/DSC_0182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7717944532944841592</id><published>2009-11-30T22:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:24:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicure? What an awkward post</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I've gotten my first pedicure and manicure this evening. Disclaimer: NO VARNISH! I went with my Mom and it's been quite some time since I last hanged out with her. Mom: My son now not handsome liao. Woman: Guys no need handsome one lar. URGH! WHAT A BITCH! 1.) Imply I not handsome; not that I think I am coz I think I'm not. But "no need handsome one lar." what's that supposed to mean?! 2.) YES guys need to be handsome. I'm not being superficial but that's the way this universe is ran. Brains and Brawn. And I even have a video to make my point. &lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVYKZR3zsTg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVYKZR3zsTg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; It wasn't painful except for the scrubbing part but the rest is quite relaxing. I hate cutting toe nails! They are troublesome and hard to reach. Of course I can reach them but trying to get a distinctive view of all the tiny parts of the nails are god damn difficult. And I doubt it's only me that encounters this major setback in nail cutting. There's something else..."The Very Best of Jacqueline Du Pré"- My first cello music disc! I love the cello and regretted never hearing it years ago, if not, I could have taken it up. Another regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7717944532944841592?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7717944532944841592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7717944532944841592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7717944532944841592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7717944532944841592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedicure-what-awkward-post.html' title='Pedicure? What an awkward post'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2675038830242988598</id><published>2009-11-24T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:32:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikhwan's house visit</title><content type='html'>Ikhwan's house visit. Recently, I don't really have much to blog about. I don't want to always blog about trivial stuff like how I spent my time but that's all that I can do. I want to write about issues, yet it's not substantial. This just seemed to be tipping over to the Twittering side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2675038830242988598?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2675038830242988598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2675038830242988598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2675038830242988598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2675038830242988598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/ikhwans-house-visit.html' title='Ikhwan&apos;s house visit'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2653911640240003670</id><published>2009-11-18T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:26:30.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Outing</title><content type='html'>Made these at Xiao Shen's parents' house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwP1yQ4CYYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/7oSiiX5CsBs/s1600/lemon+pound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwP1yQ4CYYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/7oSiiX5CsBs/s320/lemon+pound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405434221646995842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemon Pound cake.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwP1yiW3AiI/AAAAAAAABTY/sZ-s2JT2cZE/s1600/blueberry+crumbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwP1yiW3AiI/AAAAAAAABTY/sZ-s2JT2cZE/s320/blueberry+crumbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405434226339676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blueberry Crumbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2653911640240003670?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2653911640240003670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2653911640240003670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2653911640240003670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2653911640240003670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/baking-outing.html' title='Baking Outing'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwP1yQ4CYYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/7oSiiX5CsBs/s72-c/lemon+pound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4046643530540905815</id><published>2009-11-16T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:52:23.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Will such compassion surface should such a catastrophe occur? In any case, it seemed like only the politicians and businessmen mattered.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwEEi37_R3I/AAAAAAAABTI/HiBkR0OgZUI/s1600/Fruit+tart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwEEi37_R3I/AAAAAAAABTI/HiBkR0OgZUI/s320/Fruit+tart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404606024998930290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4046643530540905815?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4046643530540905815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4046643530540905815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4046643530540905815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4046643530540905815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SwEEi37_R3I/AAAAAAAABTI/HiBkR0OgZUI/s72-c/Fruit+tart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8857972122077505094</id><published>2009-11-13T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:56:33.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>It's finally over but there isn't the sigh or "yay" factor. Could be due to the fact that I had accustomed to the weeks of studying that it doesn't scream "hurray" when O's finished. Oh well...I'll have fun anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8857972122077505094?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8857972122077505094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8857972122077505094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8857972122077505094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8857972122077505094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6382593679508062921</id><published>2009-10-22T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:57:07.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicle Alarm</title><content type='html'>Isn't the point of a vehicle alarm suppose to alert the owner that his car is either being hijacked or he didn't close his door properly. If that's the case, shouldn't they owner respond should the alarm sound?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lots of cars have vehicle alarms installed and that includes my father's pickup. However their purpose seem to be defeated when people don't respond to their cries. Does it mean that alarm is the "IN" thing introduced by VOGUE VEHICLE?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is seriously disturbing when the alarm sounds for minutes and the problem is not rectified. There's this neighbour of my, whose car alarm had been ringing for the past 5 minutes? Yet, nothing was done. So what's the point of installing the alarm when you're just not going to respond to it. The thief can just break into your vehicle and steal whatever he wants and still have spare time to  stroll off. And not get caught! HOW WONDERFUL! SO PEOPLE PLEASE RESPOND TO YOUR ALARMS! PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6382593679508062921?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6382593679508062921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6382593679508062921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6382593679508062921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6382593679508062921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/vehicle-alarm.html' title='Vehicle Alarm'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7100086401015586036</id><published>2009-10-20T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:28:10.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading Hairstylist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26bPEmXSI/AAAAAAAABSw/NCFLuTfhDVU/s1600-h/%5E%5E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26bPEmXSI/AAAAAAAABSw/NCFLuTfhDVU/s320/%5E%5E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394672905724779810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26birHdnI/AAAAAAAABS4/VKC5rYxdNDg/s1600-h/err.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26birHdnI/AAAAAAAABS4/VKC5rYxdNDg/s320/err.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394672910986606194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This evening I had hair cut at Monsoon. I got the leading stylist whom I prefer to the Salon Manager. She's friendly, bubbly and good. Well you should have seen her "pizzicato snaps" (A name I've came up with myself). This snapping technique is so cool- she seems to be moving her scissors in a vibrato mannerism and, seemingly, going to stab into my skull! However she didn't...zzz It's damn cool and amazing. I really like my hairstyle now! ^^ Gotta' get her name card the next time I patronise. Hopefully I can find her again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26cNtAyAI/AAAAAAAABTA/jxJcTDv4YJY/s1600-h/hmph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26cNtAyAI/AAAAAAAABTA/jxJcTDv4YJY/s320/hmph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394672922537281538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7100086401015586036?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7100086401015586036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7100086401015586036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7100086401015586036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7100086401015586036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/leading-hairstylist.html' title='Leading Hairstylist'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/St26bPEmXSI/AAAAAAAABSw/NCFLuTfhDVU/s72-c/%5E%5E.jpg' height='72' 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Code blue! Doctor do something!" I just stood there. And so did my world...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Life was wonderful; blissfully, dutifully going about my chores. Beautiful nurses, intellectually sexy surgeons; life was great. Then came this lady whom was transferred to the plastics wing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 "Lee Shi Min, 53; suffered from 4th degree burn and is beyond recognition. She's going to need your skills for grafting," the attending nurse reported to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Disturbed by something she said, I look up from behind the pile of clinical scan reports. "What's her name again?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 "Lee Shi Min. Oh! Is she related to you, Doctor Lee?" the nurse was trying to pull off a joke. But it was not amusing, for there was a striking semblance beyond just the surname.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 I went on to work on her face, drawing out drafts according to the alignment of her facial bones. “Ah! Look at who do we have here? And he isn’t he my favourite Doctor Lee. It’s rare to see you put in so much effort for a patient,” my friend, whom withstood the test of time upon this paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of man, Doctor Low, sarcastically questioned my ever so dutifully-bounded soul. “I’ve always found it ironic that a plastic surgeon that could make people look like angels would have a scarred face…”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Annoyed was I.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “Lee…Shi…Min…, is she related to you?” There! The joke revisited to mock me! But this time it drove the nail into my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “NO! That lewd woman’s no way related to me even by a strand of hair!” And the place fell silent. Feeling the fixture of gazes at me, I mumbled, “She’s no angel…and will never be…”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Today, I was supposed to present the grafting procedures and the few sets of facial drafts that she could choose from.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 
That woman lay alone on bed, the still air highlighting her lack of company. There was no family member around. It felt liberating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The still air was disturbed by my presence and she turned towards me immediately. I looked down and started the rote procedure of introduction of myself and the surgery she would be receiving. Finally, I looked at her. Her eyes seemed to glisten and she tried, so desperately, but her attempt was futile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
“Madam, she should strain your throat. I’m going to get that larynx fixed up too so please try not to speak,” I tried to conceal the joy in my voice but almost could not pull it off.  Then I proceeded to show her the three facial graft drafts that I had poured my soul into.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
She glanced through all of them and looked up at me. Her eyes were becoming blurry and her face sunk even deeper. I stared back at her deviously, making sure that I get the message across-that her fate now lay in my hands. There was a moment of intense silence between us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly, the medical monitor went into a frenzy beep and that woman started shaking violently. She’s seizing. But I just stood there. A nurse came rushing in and started calling for code blue. "Code blue! Code blue! Doctor do something!" There I stood, helpful but helpless. The minute hand on the clock moved faster than mine. “Doctor!” The nurse yelled repeatedly, but my heart stood still; it froze. Then as Low came in, I receded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
As I scrolled down the corridor, a string of endless questions came flowing into me. Why didn’t I save her? Why could I not move? Why do I feel this sense of uneasiness in my chest? Am I not a doctor?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Soon I broke into a sprint for the toilet. I rinsed my face tirelessly and continued splashing it for an endless period of time. Frustrated, I slammed my hands onto the basin and drape my torso about it, hanging my head down low.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 
I should have done something to help her but I did not so why did I not save her? Why? Why? Why? I need answers! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Unsatisfied with questioning my professionalism, I smashed my hand into the mirror hanging in front. There stood a distorted image of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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This film deals with the humane side of the Nanking Massacre, from which I mean it focuses on the feelings and emotional dilemma of several characters. This story is depicted by the view points of several characters; a Chinese soldier, Lu Jianxiong; a schoolteacher, Jiang Shuyun; a Japanese soldier, Kadokawa; a foreign missionary, Minnie Vautrin; John Rabe. Occasional diary entries were shown but the cursive writings were too illegible and there was too littler time to interpret them. The sounds of this film is raw.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lu JianXiong: A soldier whom never says much but tells the story of resiliency of China through his soulless gaze. When they (batch of soldiers) were about to be mass killed, each started to cheer on for China, saying that China will not fall. Among them was a boy and a man whom survived and went to the arms of the safety zone.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jiang Shuyun: The Chinese teacher whom worked along side John Rabe to help save the lives of many women and man by sacrificing herself. They all look up to her as 江老师 and in the end, for trying to save more than 1 man by claiming each to be her husband, turn after turns, she was captured and was sent to be a comfort woman. But she was put out of her misery. "Shoot me." was what she said.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kadokawa: The humane side of Japanese soldiers was seen from his perspectives. He fell for a Japanese comfort woman and expressed love rather than sex with her, which made her tear. That comfort girl, Yukiko, was delighted when he sent her simple New Year gifts but she later died of excessive sex by other soldiers. He went to have a grave ordered for her, whom he claimed to be "once his wife". He also shot Ms Jiang for she asked him to so that she would not have to offer her services to the soldiers. He's portrayed as a soldier with a conscience which eventually bugged him to his own suicide. Before which he released that surviving man and boy. He walks around Nanking and the camps, looking upon all the atrocious acts with a conflicted heart. When the army celebrated their victory over Nanking and pay respects to their sacrificed comrades, Kadokawa was seen screaming amidst the sounding drums signifying his emotional conflict. He was a man with a heart but no mind; he knows what's right and wrong but don't carry them out. My favourite character in this film.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Minnie Vautrin: She was not developed much in this rendition of the Nanking Massacre but she did act as one of the few foreigners whom stood up to the Japanese. However after gaining the permission for each woman to claim one family member from the in-charge, she and her aide disappeared from the film.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;John Rabe: He kneel down and apologises for not managing to save all of them. He's the famous one so I'm not going to cover him. However, in this film, his efforts were not highlighted as much as other makings of the Nanking Massacre.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mr Tang: He helped as secretary of Mr Rabe but later exchanged the Chinese soldiers that were being treated in the Safety Zone for the safety of his family. Eventually his daughter was thrown out of the window; his wife raped; his sister or somewhat killed. In the end, Mr Rabe took one assistant and Mrs Tang with him back to Germany, when Mr Tang decided to face the consequences himself. He told the in-charge, "My wife is pregnant!" He was later shot by 6 gunmen and what he said intrigued some feelings in the in-charge.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This film works on the notion of hope for the worse will pass and the sun will shine again. Lu JianXiong wishes for the comeback of China; Jiang Shuyun, Minnie Vautrin and John Rabe for their dedication to save as many lives as they can; Jiang Shuyun, the 100 self-volunteered Chinese comfort women and the mothers of many whom are willing to sacrifice themselves to save the larger cohort and the children; Kadokawa for conscience that he kept with him when his comrades abandoned it all and for his cries for the crimes they had committed. Ultimately, the film ends with the surviving man and boy that Kadokawa released before committing suicide. The two survivors heard a gun shot and froze. They checked each other for gun wounds but found none and soon realises that Kadokawa shot himself, which I choose to belief that sacrifice is a better word. They then plucked up some dandelions and the boy blew them into the wind. They were seen smiling, laughing and happy having survived. The film then concludes with the picture, name and life period of the characters whom story was portrayed. The last one is that of that young boy, 小豆子, whom is still alive presently. The saving of women and children tells me the hopes for a brighter future lies in the hands of our children-The children of the future.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This film skirted controversy, when released in Mainland China, on the issue of having a sympathetic Japanese soldier, Kadokawa. It's no shock that grudges were bared for such a long time, but in context of humanitarian thoughts, 72 years isn't a very long time. Humans had grown over centuries and still we have yet to come to terms with one single-another. We are but the same-Life. It's sad to say that soldiers act upon orders of the commanders and they are usually the one that are portrayed as being the worse lot. They are at the front line and are fundamentally humans too. It's just pitiful that many were seen to have lost their way and forgo the idea of humanity. They have families too; they were once humans too. But I shouldn't judge so far, for there are many complications that have to be comprehended before a judgement is made. No one ideology is wrong or right-it's driven by the minds behind it. Blame the soldiers or the war?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4349813317763186567?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4349813317763186567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4349813317763186567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4349813317763186567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4349813317763186567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-of-life-and-death.html' title='南京! 南京!(City of Life and Death)'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6807480745178057970</id><published>2009-10-09T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:52:35.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Night 2009</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write about today. I know that I will have to write something for Graduation Night-Our final day in VS. I do have pictures but that will take ages to upload them here thus they are all in Facebook; blogger should consider a mass uploader. Anyway the day started off at 2pm with the GEO O's Levels examinations briefing. The prize presentation ceremony then took flight at 3.45pm. There was no GoH as Mr low said that this is a family affair so it should be relaxing and be like a family party. It will most probably be the last time he will address us other than in January. Anyway the prizes are done then comes the performances by Eugene Lum and The BackStage Boys. lol Dinner started at 6 and it was supposed to be fine dinning but who cares (except Bok). Even Ms Ho ate in such a...manner. The supposed 4 course ISS dinner turned into a near 3 course one as everyone ended up taking photos. It was a hysterical camwhore session. Taking pictures with random people and friends that we'd made through our 4 fruitful years in VS is definitely not the real testimony to our appreciation to our friends. I will not write much and photos are all on Facebook so please tag yourself. There's one purpose tonight-Thank you Victoria School. Let's break the 10 point barrier together! 4F's mean L1R5 will be 6!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6807480745178057970?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6807480745178057970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6807480745178057970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6807480745178057970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6807480745178057970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-night-2009.html' title='Graduation Night 2009'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1927033573886007932</id><published>2009-10-08T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:24:39.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last schooling day</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of school and I'm mentioning the studying part. Tomorrow's then the last day of school before breaking into a 2 weeks short self-revision hiatus before hitting for O's on the 26th of October. Graduation day commences at 2pm tomorrow and there will be prizes, then ISS dinner? If it's some 4 course ISS dinner then my jaw will drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1927033573886007932?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1927033573886007932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1927033573886007932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1927033573886007932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1927033573886007932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-schooling-day.html' title='Last schooling day'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-6041743802203034646</id><published>2009-10-07T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:02:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Card of Prelim 2</title><content type='html'>Mr Low came into our class at 12.30 and gave us an inspiring speech and praises, along with our report cards, handed out individually, with hands shaken. lol I've got a sad 10 points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6041743802203034646?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6041743802203034646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6041743802203034646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6041743802203034646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6041743802203034646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/report-card-of-prelim-2.html' title='Report Card of Prelim 2'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-7460173341862282093</id><published>2009-10-06T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:03:09.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosque Boomz (Flame)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss_JA-bxdI/AAAAAAAABSg/nHPTE-8eNl0/s1600-h/DSC_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss_JA-bxdI/AAAAAAAABSg/nHPTE-8eNl0/s320/DSC_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470803192169938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's best to disclaim that the "boomz" was due to a collapsing roof caused by the flame.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was due History lessons, when Jj and I were busy mugging for the mock paper, when the class started to gather at the corridors. Looking out from our corner seats, I thought it was some fast approaching downpour (but then again, what's so exciting about that?) but soon realised it was smoke. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-NpWhJrI/AAAAAAAABRw/iUhmBYx7ViM/s1600-h/DSC_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-NpWhJrI/AAAAAAAABRw/iUhmBYx7ViM/s320/DSC_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469783238452914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People started to gather around and tried to catch a glimpse of what's going on and realised that it was coming from a mosque opposite our campus.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-OJAOooI/AAAAAAAABR4/JyFo3ShABUk/s1600-h/DSC_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-OJAOooI/AAAAAAAABR4/JyFo3ShABUk/s320/DSC_0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469791734899330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-Ok76GuI/AAAAAAAABSA/QAdH-K4lD_4/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-Ok76GuI/AAAAAAAABSA/QAdH-K4lD_4/s320/Image076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469799232969442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smoke was white and huge, somewhat in an engulfing motion. "Fire? However the smoke should be black." "Fog? So much fog no need money arh?" Of course speculations went wild. (Only 2 variations-Fire or Mosquito fogging) After which everyone started gathering along the sky bridge to watch the very spectacular smoke. Naturally cameras and videos were taken, which included teachers and lab staffs. XP&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"The weird thing is there's no sound." "Boomz!" The roof started caving in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss_IwWog0I/AAAAAAAABSY/ONG2ZlLrakw/s1600-h/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss_IwWog0I/AAAAAAAABSY/ONG2ZlLrakw/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470798730265410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the fire was visible and black smoke liberated. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-O_rx1JI/AAAAAAAABSI/wKbcfKs9Ttc/s1600-h/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-O_rx1JI/AAAAAAAABSI/wKbcfKs9Ttc/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469806413075602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-PU9HVCI/AAAAAAAABSQ/MTSEKkObjPs/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss-PU9HVCI/AAAAAAAABSQ/MTSEKkObjPs/s320/Image077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389469812122932258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon enough the rescue teams came.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;People were laughing and stuff which caused a little unhappiness among some Muslims. I'm sure nothing intentional in those laughs; they're most probably the cheap thrill enjoyment of teenagers so hopefully those Muslims do not take it to heart. So how I have this vague memory that that mosque had burnt before. Then the boring day resumed for mock paper...4th last day in VS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7460173341862282093?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7460173341862282093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7460173341862282093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7460173341862282093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7460173341862282093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/mosque-boomz-flame.html' title='Mosque Boomz (Flame)'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/Sss_JA-bxdI/AAAAAAAABSg/nHPTE-8eNl0/s72-c/DSC_0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2033441484442551262</id><published>2009-10-04T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:28:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for Graduation Night</title><content type='html'>Shopping was done yesterday at Orchard. I wanted to shop at ION and Orchard Central but we merely covered ION and Far East Plaza. Anyway we went to Far East first and painstakingly tried to look for formal wear but this gloomy place only have Tees and Tailor to offer. Coincidentally, we met Wilson and gang there. So after dragging Ksd out of Far East, we headed down to ION. We started with G2000 then to Zara then to Topman then to River Island then to some DJ shop which has a DJ and it sells clothes then to some other fashion shops. ION is like a food place, with so much food stalls. ^^ So happy lar. Anyway I got my shirt from that DJ shop and my pants from G2000. Then I went to get my mushroom hair cut at &lt;a href="http://www.monsoonhairgroup.com/singapore-monsoon_hair_house.html"&gt;MONSOON&lt;/a&gt; at Novena.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monsoonhairgroup.com/singapore-monsoon_hair_house.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SshTM3N63bI/AAAAAAAABRo/1bSqX46X8JQ/s320/Monsoon+Hair+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388648434594667954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Supposedly my father wanted to request for some girl called Patty or something whom I suppose is the leading stylist($33) but I got the Saloon Manager instead. Well it's been a real long time since I'd got my hair done at a saloon. The last time which I could recall was at REDS or at Jason's saloon in Bishan but that was years ago. So after going through puberty and finally going to a saloon again, I felt uncomfortable. It's definitely the serving style- Shampoo at seat and stuff. But I expected the tea part and so I could apply what I'd learnt from Henny (Jill Lowe) but I turned down the tea. lol So got my hair done by Roy Ei but if I were to go there all the time, it's a hell lot of difference in terms of pricing. Anyway the Shampoo girl (Stella I guess) was washing my hair and she asked me if I hardly get my hair shampoo-ed which I don't as she could see that I was like some Bull in a China shop- well just in context not what the idiom really meant. The hierarchy there is pretty distinct; Stella washes the hair and style it (Wax or whatever) and blow dry; Roy Ei cuts. Anyway hopefully preparations for Graduation Night is completed. Spent so much money...T^T&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9zu-1fDwms/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9zu-1fDwms/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=9zu-1fDwms" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=9zu-1fDwms" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=9zu-1fDwms" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=9zu-1fDwms" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/9zu-1fDwms/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/hartbrokenxiaozhu/music/fHPkpv__/huang-xiao-hu-bu-zi-shi-peng-you/"&gt;Bu zI sHi PeNg YoU - huang xiao hu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2033441484442551262?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2033441484442551262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2033441484442551262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2033441484442551262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2033441484442551262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/preparations-for-graduation-night.html' title='Preparations for Graduation Night'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SshTM3N63bI/AAAAAAAABRo/1bSqX46X8JQ/s72-c/Monsoon+Hair+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4280899013890222176</id><published>2009-10-02T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:39:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID HAIR</title><content type='html'>I HATE MY MUSHROOM HAIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4280899013890222176?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4280899013890222176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4280899013890222176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4280899013890222176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4280899013890222176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-hair.html' title='STUPID HAIR'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2742009480407307006</id><published>2009-10-01T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:20:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Emerge</title><content type='html'>Camp Emerge was alright; it's wasn't really fantastic or whatsoever. Talk by Goh Chye Boon was not very inspiring-"Passion" is the word of the day. The sessions by the lawyer and Allen Yeo was much better but that's not really much that could be covered in 45 minutes so it's quite brief. The scholarship talk by PSC didn't prove to be of any help. The only thing was learning that we have to apply to get and nothing more. The "Gentleman" workshop was quite stupid, well in the sense that she's facing an auditorium full of people and she doesn't seem to appear very professional. Somehow I just don't take her word, except for the dinning etiquette part. 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The class dropped for Chemistry compared to the mock examination- From a MSG of 4.1 to 4.9. I've gotten a B4 which sucks to the core but that's the Chemistry result that I almost always get since embarking from Sec3. The scripts for HMT were yet to be completely marked thus no papers till Friday. Biology delivered good news with 36/40 for Paper 1 and 68/80 for Paper 2 which equates to a ~86%(A1). However the most disheartening fact is that the long question testing on cardiac topic was a let down. A 0/6 for that question, not because I don't know the facts (In fact, I regurgitated too much facts), rather it's due to not answering the question. the question questions on the structure and functions of the heart with reference to its muscular contractions and valves. When I read this, I thought of the possibilities of answering and if I refer to structure in relation to muscular contractions and valve, then that is only atria, ventricles, bicuspid and tricuspid valves, and the semi-lunar valves but then I somehow decided to write down the action of the heart in sequence of a single heart beat, which includes the systole and diastole thus I've got a "not answering question. 0" T^T It's a cardiac question and I got a cardiac question wrong. ARH! Gotta work harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3620157640901988309?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3620157640901988309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3620157640901988309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3620157640901988309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3620157640901988309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-reopens.html' title='School reopens'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4881950995472803999</id><published>2009-09-17T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:10:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Shows</title><content type='html'>Finished 5 seasons of Grey's Anatomy which is amazingly inspiring; Watched the pilot of E.R. which is trauma stuff which is exciting; Started on New Heart which focus on cardiac speciality in Korea so it's damn cool. Weird...I get inspired and motivated by all these dramas. I mean there are just dramas but the best thing is that they all relate to surgery so it's HEAVEN. 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Didn't know how to do way too many questions for A Maths Paper 2, yet there are people whom found it easy which just proves that I need to improve much more. I always thought that paper 1 of Sciences are the easier part of the Science examinations but I screwed Physics' one today. I will manage my time better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3060029225150359003?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3060029225150359003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3060029225150359003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3060029225150359003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3060029225150359003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-day-2.html' title='Bad Day 2'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4393147065948574924</id><published>2009-09-14T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:09:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another short update</title><content type='html'>HMT and Biology Paper 1 done. Season 5, episode 14 of Grey's Anatomy is so corny-with Christina and Owen having slow motion scenes. Grey's really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4393147065948574924?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4393147065948574924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4393147065948574924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4393147065948574924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4393147065948574924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-short-update.html' title='Another short update'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5591673939741229880</id><published>2009-09-09T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:22:20.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptical</title><content type='html'>A Maths Paper 1; Physics Paper 2; Sakae Sushi lunch buffet; September band camp BBQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5591673939741229880?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5591673939741229880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5591673939741229880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5591673939741229880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5591673939741229880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/skeptical.html' title='Skeptical'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-5608862452177864201</id><published>2009-09-08T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:34:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Chionged Biology and yet I still couldn't finish before time. I'm talking about revision not the examination itself. As for the paper, this is the hardest Biology paper that I had attempted-almost every question is outline and they are all like long questions. The demands for this Prelim's Biology paper is time; time management and love for essay writing. The problem with E Maths Paper 2 was the freaking graph. I hate the graph question where we have to plot a totally weird curve which took up the last half and hour of my time. Hopefully I will be able to ace these papers for Prelims and O Level's. 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Instead of a three factor answering format, I answered it in a yes-no format which is a total drain of my marks. I even bothered to do a critical analysis on that question. T^T Maybe it's because there's a bigger examination coming up (O Level's) that everyone seem to pretty relax about this Prelim. People will just go out and eat after examinations and then delay revision time. Or maybe it's because it's the holidays now. Well hope that this relax attitude can be brought into the O Level's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-5153030030696553777?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5153030030696553777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=5153030030696553777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5153030030696553777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/5153030030696553777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/lax.html' title='Lax'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4662788790965257927</id><published>2009-09-04T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:40:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the holis</title><content type='html'>Today's wasn't a bad day too. It's also the last day of Term 3 but for the Sec4s, it's never a September Holiday for we have papers through the holidays. Luckily it's just 3 days of examinations per week so it isn't too stressful. 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Actually it may turn out well. This is the gist of my narrative.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Grey and alone, Xiao Shun admired her sole photograph of her family, slowly caressing the browning photographic film. Tears fell onto the photo as she recalled her lesson on “family” which she regrettably paid a large price for...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Entering the asylum was something new for Xiao Shun. The first thing that hit her was the heavy smell of medication and the spotless white interior. As she passed rows of cells, she was taken aback by the sheer craziness of the patients wrapped in straitjackets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “How do you put up with this…stench everyday?” Xiao Shun lamented to her mother. “Well, Xiao Shun…I don’t smell anything at all…,” her mother replied. “Oh and, by the way, I’m Vivian,” the conversation ended in a tense silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “We’ve reached,” Xiao Shun’s mother sighed as she pushed open the door. Upon entering, the two women were greeted by a view of emptiness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 A single man sat alone in one corner, his sparse surroundings highlighting his lack of company. Resting adjacent on a wooden table stood his sole possession- A photograph of his family.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “He is a crazy…” Xiao Shun blurted but before she could finish, her mother immediately snapped at her, “He is not crazy!” However she quickly withdrew back into her restrained self, “Sometimes, I really prefer that he remains sleeping so peacefully. At least he is not disturbed by those dirty things.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “Mom, how many times must I tell you that there are no such things as spirits in this world? There are professional psychiatrists here and they will get dad treated!” Xiao Shun impatiently rebutted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Noticing her husband flinching, Xiao Shun’s mother signaled her daughter over to greet her father. “Is he even going to be able to comprehend what we say?” Xiao Shun’s voice filled with overwhelming annoyance. “So there’s really no need…”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 As the old man lazily opened his eyes, he was greeted by the view and voice of his wife but however much his wife showered him with questions of concern, he understood none of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 
Fixing his gaze on his two guests, cold sweat trickled down his face. One had long disheveled hair, screeching like a banshee. As she screamed, her wrinkled arm waved about with blood dripping from her rotting fingernails. The other was towering tall like a goliath; her orbital bone was empty, with worms squirming inside. She had very pale skin, chalk-white, skull-like face, and snake-like slits for nostrils. As her lipless mouth groaned, her growl reverberated through the room. One voice was inhumanly high; the other was like a seismic wave. This clash of intonation tortured the aged man, making him shudder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “Shut the hell up! Go get the doctor and tell him that your father’s having a fit again!” the usually repressive mother had stepped out of her shell and had blown her top. Xiao Shun immediately fell silent and moved to find a doctor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 After the doctor tranquilized the old man, his wife demanded for the immediate discharge of her husband, “This is simply not going to work out. I will not allow him to be continually exposed to the torment of those vicious demons so we are going to get him to a Tang-Ki (Taoist spirit-medium) and what I say is final!”
“A Tang-Ki will not change dad’s situation. Furthermore, it was this precise occupation that got us into this rubbish!” Xiao Shun rebutted heavily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “I had always listened to you because you were more educated but this time you are going to listen to me and follow us to a Tang-Ki.” Xiao Shun’s mother expressed the finality of her decision.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “Fine! Go if you want to but don’t expect too much and if anything goes wrong, don’t blame me and say that I hadn’t warned you,” Xiao Shun warned her mother.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Xiao Shun’s eyes watered as the family went through the ornate doors, into the Thiam Hock Keng Temple, which were like gates that ushered them to the Underworld. They were embellished with ornate paintings of door gods, the sentinels into Taoist temples. The fearsome door gods and beasts were intended to keep away evil spirits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 The Tang-Ki sat in the centre of the hall with incense dancing in the air around her. She was in a trace that only served to further Xiao Shun’s scorn. She looked around the temple and her eyes fell onto the idol of Mo Po Cho, Mother of the Heavenly Sages. Serenity and wisdom seemed to emanate from her, almost tricking Xiao Shun into believing in that ignis fatuus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 When Xiao Shun had snapped out of her delusion, the exorcism ritual had already begun. “This method is going to be futile,” Xiao Shun mumbled to herself. Her mother heard and shot her down, “Touchwood! You are just feeling unjustified that your Science-method didn’t work.” Not planning to give in, Xiao Shun sparked off another polemic quarrel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Upon hearing the bickering of the two demons again, the old man felt like his head was compressed between two needled-boards. However this time he was not restrained onto anything thus he ran for the door. His wife tried to hold him down but her decrepit strength could not subdue his frenzy. The two women gave chase as the old man ran out of the temple and onto the road. When the two women reached the entrance, a white Toyota truck had smashed into the main gates of the temple, pinning the old man into the embracement of the picturesque door god. The two women of his life stood there in dismay, supporting each other as they break down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 “Reunion…,” after years, the old man finally understood what he had just said, and held onto the word, feeling contented, like a child receiving his dream toy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 A reddish snake slowly slithers down that aureate door…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2777474807884590471?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2777474807884590471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2777474807884590471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2777474807884590471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2777474807884590471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/each-day-will-be-better.html' title='Each day will be better'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-525036499501896490</id><published>2009-09-02T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:37:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morale down...</title><content type='html'>It's merely 1 month plus to O Levels' and I can't finish my papers. As it gets nearer to the real national examinations, my performance worsen which totally sucks! I didn't conclude for every question in SS except the first; I only managed to do 1 cross-reference for the last source-based question; I can't finish Chemistry too. It seems like I will go worse than Prelim 1. What's worse is that my oral performance is still bugging me. It's a serious morale problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-525036499501896490?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/525036499501896490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=525036499501896490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/525036499501896490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/525036499501896490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/morale-down.html' title='Morale down...'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-2592466086886841269</id><published>2009-08-31T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:47:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>The class didn't plan anything except to "zheng" teachers' cars. Well I thought the plan was just to give presents (Naughty Gs and condoms) but it ended up with something more. Sadly I can't post pictures so visit like other people's blog (&lt;a href="http://bryanheng.livejournal.com/"&gt;Bryan Heng&lt;/a&gt;) to see, that if they posted. Kara Chen wasn't so happy with what we did with her car which could be understood for it was rather bad. So the same applies to Khooky. Ms Ho was like reprimanding us for doing these pranks and then sisterhood came into play. Mr Ng was the most sporting one and joke along with us; "I already naughty enough." o.O Raphael Ong, "Better call my wife; she's gonna get lucky tonight." Ha ha! Anyway Happy Teacher's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-2592466086886841269?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2592466086886841269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=2592466086886841269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2592466086886841269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/2592466086886841269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-2009.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4553336294404851275</id><published>2009-08-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:48:09.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy is true</title><content type='html'>Recently, I made up my mind to truly focus on my studies and hone my future and not get distracted by fribble matters. It's happening, maybe because I really want something to happen in my life-I want a future as a surgeon. It's not some kind of childish ambition and this is the goal in my life. This decision wasn't made over a night so I know what I want now, for I never felt guilty for not working towards my goals before, or at least not until now. I just saw this news on this guy and his siblings whom are all geniuses. He took O Level's at the age of 14 and got 13 or 15 As. Then he took A Level's at the age of 16 (which is O's for normal people and is currently making me feel so guilty) and got 4 As which is enough for him to qualify for medical school. Jealousy was never this close to me before. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-4553336294404851275?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4553336294404851275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=4553336294404851275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4553336294404851275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/4553336294404851275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/jealousy-is-true.html' title='Jealousy is true'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8335510200577232701</id><published>2009-08-30T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:23:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The torment had just began.</title><content type='html'>There's a first for everything so it's really nothing to be afraid of. Okay, "afraid" is not the most appropriate word to use but it's an exggeration for the torment ahead. Troublesome rather for it's not as serious of a thing as it sounds and that's because I just have to shave everyday from on now. Which in my opinion kinda sucks...Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8335510200577232701?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8335510200577232701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8335510200577232701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8335510200577232701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8335510200577232701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/torment-had-just-began.html' title='The torment had just began.'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-4672181715559480392</id><published>2009-08-24T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:09:09.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad vibes</title><content type='html'>Nerve-wreaking is the word to describe everything as everyone left one by one. I was last in the team and it's a definitely no-no, bad-bad thing. After ages of waiting, my tongue just couldn't articulate well during prep time. Moving on to the picture, it was a horror. What seemed like a relatively fulfilling picture to talk about turned out otherwise. I was busy trying to indentify a main character but no one seems to take that spot. When the examiners summoned for me, I had this very bad vibe about everything. The reading was worse than I did last time; the picture was off! He asked me questions after questions and I didn't have the time to move on before he crush me with yet another question. I couldn't interpret and elaborate on individuals at all. One question which he asked or what I heard was, "How do you think this was organised?" but Bok and Jeremy said they heard "Why do you think this was organised?" Maybe this explains the question marks popping up all over his face throughout the oral examination. Then came the conversation portion. The first question was "Where do you like to shop?" and I said "India". o.O Of course I elaborated and used anecdotes and all but the lady was laughing... Then was "How do you decide whether to trust someone?" I talked about impressions and all but never really addressed the question on trust head on. "What do you do with unwanted clothes?" This was the most natural one. "What should we do to people whom steal?" Once again, I didn't answer the question directly and went a little off point before trying to drag everything back in place again with "understanding rather than brute force". Overall, I have one word: MESSY! And before I left, I heard the man saying, "I think..." 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The schedule is packed yet I can't seem to possess the motivation to chiong. Anyway Alwin flared up again...he always does and that's the reason why everyone likes to disturb him. If he could just control and learn to take all insults in his stride then, soon enough, it will stop. Of course it was partially the our fault for provoking him but then again, everyone gets bullied by everyone else so it's just something too personal for him, I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-7824843725567085876?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7824843725567085876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=7824843725567085876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7824843725567085876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/7824843725567085876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/volcano.html' title='Volcano'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-1900551750249615492</id><published>2009-08-13T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:23:42.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Mock Exam</title><content type='html'>Everytime I attempt a Physics paper, I will have much hestiation in the manner in which I tackle the questions. There's this confusion that renders me to have a difficult time solving the questions. So my method of conquering is...to whack! Just hit those questions in a frenzy and hopefully they will be &lt;em&gt;taicoly&lt;/em&gt; correct.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Did a MCQ on the O's Chemistry and I screwed up damn badly. Over a total marks of 40, I scored a mere 29 marks which sucks big time. Chemistry just seems to be my worst Science yet it's so important. &lt;em&gt;Cham liao lar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MqZgpttktZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MqZgpttktZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=MqZgpttktZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=MqZgpttktZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=MqZgpttktZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=MqZgpttktZ" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/MqZgpttktZ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chartzmaximilianz/music/cdrTvvja/big-bang-lie-big-bang/"&gt;LIE - BIG BANG - BIG BANG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-1900551750249615492?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1900551750249615492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=1900551750249615492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1900551750249615492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/1900551750249615492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/physics-mock-exam.html' title='Physics Mock Exam'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8180226197512985602</id><published>2009-08-09T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:45:07.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP2009</title><content type='html'>This year NDP was more theatrical and musical. The fireworks was incorporated into the performance, making it so different. Anyway the accapella (however you spell that) group was so cool. Ha ha! Celebrations in school were quite dull this year; the crowd seemed a little dead. Last year's one had cross country and the Family Day. Okay Family Day was real fun but at least this year got "Don't Forget the Lyrics-VS Style". lol Not a fan of this year's National Day song and can't find it so here's 2001's one. P.S. Wonder if the Pledge Moment is going to carry on and I hope 45th birthday will be grander. 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After doing so many practices, the procedures and all was just a matter of regurgitating so there's no need to think. I wrote without much complication until I hit the variables portion. My mind just went blank-I couldn't decide which one was the independent and dependent variables so I skipped it till the end. When I revisited, I took a great deal of courage to write "volume of carbon dioxide gas evolved/cm3" for the dependent variable and "relative ease of decomposition of carbonates used" for the independent variable. However, after the examination, I came to realised why it was so difficult to decide which one goes where as the independent variable was "type of carbonates used" as ALWAYS. So there goes my 5% of Chemistry...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There's this myth that the standards of school papers are much higher than that of the O's Levels and scoring 14-17 points with occasional 7 points is most probably guaranteeing you a 6 points for O's. However that myth is falling apart as the countdown gets closer. A1s for A Maths and E Maths are no longer a norm; A1 for Chemistry hardly comes by, despite studying real diligently; A1 for Biology needs to stay with me; I never could manipulate Physics formulae well but I want my A1 to continue befriending me; A1 for Humanities fluctuates; Target set was a C6 for Higher Chinese but I PRAY for an A2 to make up for my other language; English was never my language. I used to think that it's easy to score for this subject but times changed, Raphael Ong have faith that I will hit Cs but, if lucky, a B. VJC is seemingly moving farther away form me and SAJC is not appearing next door anymore.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just yesterday, my class had our weekly P.E. session again and all 34 of us had to squeeze into one basketball court as we were banned from using the field. Half of it was for badminton play while the other half for basketball play. I stood out and observed the basketball match and someone stood out from that pack of demons. (Most are demons on the playing field) It was not because he was frantically challenging the other 13 people for one ball but rather, for standing his position and giving in. Within a short period of 2 months, he really matured tremendously. When that scene came into play, a comforting feeling circulated throughout my body. 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Wonder Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-6684964355268776943?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6684964355268776943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=6684964355268776943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6684964355268776943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/6684964355268776943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/realisations.html' title='Realisations'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3002946460875064834</id><published>2009-08-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:26:19.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>802星光搶先看</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcAURC2QFpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcAURC2QFpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-3002946460875064834?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3002946460875064834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=3002946460875064834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3002946460875064834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/3002946460875064834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/802.html' title='802星光搶先看'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8425912571290977845</id><published>2009-08-01T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:14:50.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I had been feelin sick for the past few days. Ever since that singing session in class on Wednesday, my throat has been getting from bad to worse. It hurts and now it's affecting my head too. The doctor said that it's just a normal throat infection so there's no need to worry too much about it. Luckily it's not a flu, if not I will have to miss my SPA exams. My eyes are feeling super heavy, to the extent that I can sleep for hours after hours...It sucks being sick. T^T&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ENCsWGu2oE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ENCsWGu2oE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=ENCsWGu2oE" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=ENCsWGu2oE" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=ENCsWGu2oE" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=ENCsWGu2oE" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/ENCsWGu2oE/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/gRSkX3/music/5IREL3hV/coco-lee-bei-ai-de-nu-ren/"&gt;Bei Ai De Nu Ren - Coco Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8425912571290977845?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8425912571290977845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8425912571290977845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8425912571290977845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8425912571290977845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8642639937501918512</id><published>2009-07-25T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:18:41.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day we can call unfortunate, thrilling, depressing and crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8642639937501918512?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8642639937501918512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8642639937501918512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8642639937501918512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8642639937501918512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/24th-of-july.html' title='24th of July'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-8333709465915399075</id><published>2009-07-18T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:17:19.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>Went for dinner and movie with Kasidet, Wilson, Ms Tan, Bryan, Jx, Vincent, LZY and two more of which I can't remember their names. Dined at Changing Appetite which is located next to Carl's Jr in Marina Square.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAx901mI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Sq4Wha63yQA/s1600-h/don%27t+be+a+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359649707355592290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAx901mI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Sq4Wha63yQA/s320/don%27t+be+a+chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paper-thin Pizza
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAf8C5gI/AAAAAAAABQI/R29JEBUcWKM/s1600-h/choco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359649702516286978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAf8C5gI/AAAAAAAABQI/R29JEBUcWKM/s320/choco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Choco!
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAOSthtI/AAAAAAAABQA/n6dXrXUOqrg/s1600-h/chicken+wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359649697779517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAOSthtI/AAAAAAAABQA/n6dXrXUOqrg/s320/chicken+wrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some sizzling chicken warp
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFM_02RaiI/AAAAAAAABP4/0H9mZznD4uI/s1600-h/Cheese+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359649690949347874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFM_02RaiI/AAAAAAAABP4/0H9mZznD4uI/s320/Cheese+chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheese Chicken
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFM_tr2ItI/AAAAAAAABPw/klxJCVjUvjY/s1600-h/Burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359649689026568914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFM_tr2ItI/AAAAAAAABPw/klxJCVjUvjY/s320/Burger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giant Burger&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNU2wOpfI/AAAAAAAABQw/StRgSeriCBo/s1600-h/Nacho+cheese+steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650052238124530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNU2wOpfI/AAAAAAAABQw/StRgSeriCBo/s320/Nacho+cheese+steak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nacho Cheese Steak which I had. The steak kinda sucks. lol
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUx9HPRI/AAAAAAAABQo/CLTKlcACKuI/s1600-h/ribs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650050949987602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUx9HPRI/AAAAAAAABQo/CLTKlcACKuI/s320/ribs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork Ribs
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUo6Y8uI/AAAAAAAABQg/cuO_Oasdt7g/s1600-h/Lychee+drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650048522646242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUo6Y8uI/AAAAAAAABQg/cuO_Oasdt7g/s320/Lychee+drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lycheess
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUU1YWHI/AAAAAAAABQY/ERi4R7Z4ptE/s1600-h/Fish+and+Chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359650043132926066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNUU1YWHI/AAAAAAAABQY/ERi4R7Z4ptE/s320/Fish+and+Chips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish And Chips &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Caught "Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Half-Blood Prince" which is long and not nice. Not much action and pretty much an explanation story. Focused a lot on relationships and just set the stage for the next parts. Can't wait to watch Deathly Hallows though; expect more action. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9018448186124415896-8333709465915399075?l=skepbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8333709465915399075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9018448186124415896&amp;postID=8333709465915399075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8333709465915399075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9018448186124415896/posts/default/8333709465915399075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skepbook.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>ynomraH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572269748535376289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-AKHKoPPMY/SmFNAx901mI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Sq4Wha63yQA/s72-c/don%27t+be+a+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018448186124415896.post-3244310371119573553</id><published>2009-07-14T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:20:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POWERhouses</title><content type='html'>I'm falling in love with big voices- Celine Dion, Whitney Huston, Mariah Carey, Jenifer Hudson, Leona Lewis, etc. Oh and that's in order of preference. I find Celine Dion's voice really solid and her voice is more on the higher side, while Whitney sounds projected, sounding like she's singing from the back of her throat but nonetheless wonderful. &lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IejunkZGh58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IejunkZGh58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Mariah has a better voice than Whitney Huston but I sort of prefers Whitney's songs more. Mariah has an incredible voice- powerful and light. As for Jenifer Hudson, her voice is rough and really nice when she sings soul music. Leona sang many of those power songs but of course she won't as good as the original singer but her voice is still not that bad. Basically they are all woman with powerful voices. How I wish for them to perform here...Does anyone have male artists with powerful voices?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Exams are nearing and it's getting really stressful. I really want to mug but time had just been used on trying to complete homework which never seems to end. I want time to study theory work and put homework on hold. I just really need to finish revising the syllabus first before attempting papers.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; And under my new teacher, guzheng hasn't been all that fun. She's more strict and meticulous in her techniques and I did improve tremendously under her but I don't follow with the way she teaches me. Maybe because we are still quite new to each other but I just don't feel comfortable playing anymore. 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It's a small pub but I managed to drink some Whisky, Peppermint and some strawberry cocktail. lol Left for "The Crew Room" (Princep Link) at 10.25 and drank lots of beer there. Listened to people sing, played cards, talk till about 2.30am and then was finally home. I have yet to try all the other weird drinks though. &gt;&lt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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