<?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-7553858089316701485</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:29:48.437+08:00</updated><category term='Bleh'/><title type='text'>The Dashboard's Dashboard</title><subtitle type='html'>19th May 07</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-7374996322319083530</id><published>2010-06-26T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:21:22.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:400%;" &gt;This blog has relocated to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:400%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatflashbang.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://thegreatflashbang.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:400%;" &gt;Relink if you will, and thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7374996322319083530?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7374996322319083530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7374996322319083530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7374996322319083530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7374996322319083530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-out.html' title='Moving out'/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-1989541217081715333</id><published>2009-09-21T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:54:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I’m in the midst of My I&amp;amp;R report for project w ork. Time of my life! But you know what’s worth whooping about? This SMS I just got from Leekeat:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;“Qin ai de class. Miss Lim (my math tutor) will be on MC for the next 4 days. Another teacher will take over the class. Don’t have to submit tutorials as Miss Lim won’t have time to mark them. Assignment solutions will be up on litespeed next week. :) “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;To think I actually believed Taisoon when he exclaimed to be over MSN that the class has won 4D. That is, until he told me to read the SMS and at that point i was clutching my handphone and laughing hysterically in front of my laptop. Oh the joy! No math tutorials for a week! It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color="#6fb7ce"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#fd00fd"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#408080"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff40"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;I&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#824acc"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#f2a4cf"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#653e07"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#9ff145"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#2859ca"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#d5ce5e"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3eaa69"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;K&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;And this is what became of me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/S0hdir7H1UI/AAAAAAAABKA/1sJsRblKqZ0/s1600-h/happy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="happy" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="232" alt="happy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sree6TKsM4I/AAAAAAAABKI/Hvbva56o20c/happy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I know I know, schadenfreude is not something to be proud of. Ironically, even though it’s been ingrained somewhere in our certain morality that schadenfreude is undoubtedly a bad thing , it’s just natural human reaction to gleam in unabashed joyfulness because yes, indeed, this world&amp;nbsp; might actually have an inkling of fairness. I honestly don’t know myself how not having to hand in math tutorials equates to fairness, but that’s not the point here. The point is that 0934 is free from the bondages of math tutorials for a week! No longer are the 18 of us tied down and anchored by the weight of plenteous supply of math practice papers and whatnot. We are free! And this post is highly over-dramatized! But who cares! Because schadenfreude rules! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;For now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1989541217081715333?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1989541217081715333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1989541217081715333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1989541217081715333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1989541217081715333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-midst-of-my-i-report-for-project.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sree6TKsM4I/AAAAAAAABKI/Hvbva56o20c/s72-c/happy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-3733150048483368779</id><published>2009-08-29T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:25:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The freakiest thing just happened to me. The first birthday message I received&amp;nbsp; was from an unknown number. But that’s not the freaky part. After speculating about who it might be from with Sharon over MSN, we have come to the conclusion that it is highly possible that the SMS was from a hobo who just found a phone somewhere and decided to prank someone. Or worse. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr K_____ .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I know I know, everyone might just deem this as Sharon’s plot to mess with my head for kicks, but think about it. The probably of both situations occurring is [ 1 to ( the world’s population – 1 ) ] which is close to nothing, but you can’t deny that it’s still conceivable! Oh the horror.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Okay Sharon/Sherron, your idea of Mr Neo as the sender of that anonymous SMS has failed to scare me. Mwahahahaha. I’m victorious!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;(I’m really sorry if the SMS is from anyone who’s reading this blog now. No hard feelings, yeah? Ehehe..)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-3733150048483368779?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3733150048483368779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=3733150048483368779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3733150048483368779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3733150048483368779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/freakiest-thing-just-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-3313223197383514371</id><published>2009-08-29T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:01:12.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Goodness. Sharon just reminded me over MSN that it’s 11.41pm now, meaning 20 more minutes to the end of me being 16 years old. Which is a little frightening since the Forrest Gump theme song is actually playing on my iTunes now and it’s really making 17 years old sound like some dawning revelation… or impending doom, whichever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;11.43pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Now is when i’ll start hoping really hard that some Hiro Nakamura-ness will miraculously descend upon me, knowing that it’s not gonna happen anyway because I've tried hoping for it before last year’s SPA, during the O level Art paper, and for every single Chinese exam that I've taken. And of course it didn’t work. I’m just gonna sit here at my table remembering the days of me being 16, with 4E and the nut gang and all. When we were all still 16! And young, and dumb, and naive, but none of us gave a care about it because 16 year olds &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;meant to be young,dumb, and naive… until it comes to math or chemistry of course. Either way it still feels pretty suckish not to be able to be young, dumb and naive together with the nut gang.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;11.57pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;But I guess being 17 has it’s perks too. A year more to my driver’s license! And lots of other things that I can’t really think about because I’ve got only 2 minutes till midnight before I have to end this post . Trying to convince me that being 17 isn’t a bad thing gets tough when you’re under pressure! Oh man. I’m gonna be 17. I’m gonna be 17!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;12am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I’m 17. (Oh my gosh.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-3313223197383514371?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3313223197383514371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=3313223197383514371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3313223197383514371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3313223197383514371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-2538300430443531601</id><published>2009-08-27T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:32:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It’s only a couple more hours more to the dreaded Week A Thursday. Week A Thursdays are the bane of my existence! It’s like a 9 to 5 job , literally, excluding a nice long lunch break (I only get half an hour, and it’s the time where everyone seems to have their break too) , and all the perks that come along with jobs, like free coffee. I’d force the person who created my timetable to watch 8 hours worth of soap operas complete with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;commercial breaks and &lt;em&gt;no snackage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if that’s the last thing I’d do. And if that’s not bad enough, I end tomorrow with 3 periods of Chinese. I honestly can’t comprehend how their conscience can be compromised to such an extent, putting one and a half hours of Chinese at the end of the day. Yes! I’m ranting about my stupid timetable on my blog. Yes! this isn’t very intellectually stimulating. Yes! This post now sounds like those other posts you’ll find where teens just blabber on about how their parents are ruining their lives by telling them to eat their Brussels sprouts and carrots and all that jazz (I happen to like carrots a lot!). But I don’t care anymore! Because this is what brain-dead, unstimulated, dim-witted (only during an eclipse though), uninspired, unmotivated 17 year olds armed with laptops supposed to do when they’re loaded with projects that they don’t want to complete because we need to let out all that teenage angst that’s written about in all those mindless self-help books that we’re cursed with until we hit eighteen or something, or when puberty stops, whichever comes first. We &lt;font size="5"&gt;RANT&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;And who knows what might happen when we rant! (On MSN!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:27 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;hello!&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:27 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:27 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;what's up?&lt;br&gt;you seem exhausted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:28 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;project work is up&lt;br&gt;i am&lt;br&gt;hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:29 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;ahh&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:29 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;i went crazy on Thursday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:29 PM):&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dear project work&lt;br&gt;omg, nyjc shoot out?&lt;br&gt;xD&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:29 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:30 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll stab someone then jump off from the girl's toilet window in the 5th floor yelling 'HOLY GUACAMOLE' until i fall flat on the ground&lt;br&gt;and miraculously survive&lt;br&gt;and end up a hobo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;(I told you, everything’s going in congruence with my i’ll-end-up-a-hobo theory.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:30 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;and then run around in circles around the flag pole yelling "HOOGASHAGA" over and over again!&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:31 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:31 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;HOOGASHAGA&lt;br&gt;I SHALL POST THIS ON MY BLOG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lian zhi says (11:31 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;and then it RAINS!!!!&lt;br&gt;wahahaha, hilarious conversation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:32 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHA YEAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;-a couple seconds of internet silence later-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOlivia the (incredibly dense) laggerific peanut says (11:32 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey&lt;br&gt;what's a guacamole anyway? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Who knows what might concur after tomorrow! Hopefully the mates in school will keep me sane.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://forums.vr-zone.com/chit-chatting/162676-how-many-jc-students-does-it-take-change-lightbulb.html" href="http://forums.vr-zone.com/chit-chatting/162676-how-many-jc-students-does-it-take-change-lightbulb.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SpVjfB_m-GI/AAAAAAAABJk/sc3prLLInz8/s1600-h/6376_146188195218_596820218_3794443_6212149_n%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img title="6376_146188195218_596820218_3794443_6212149_n" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="466" alt="6376_146188195218_596820218_3794443_6212149_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SpVjgLnPPZI/AAAAAAAABJo/KMqqzEcoa2I/6376_146188195218_596820218_3794443_6212149_n_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="633" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Bye for now, or until I can recover from tomorrow’s insanity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;(Hoogashaga!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2538300430443531601?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2538300430443531601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2538300430443531601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2538300430443531601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2538300430443531601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-only-couple-more-hours-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SpVjgLnPPZI/AAAAAAAABJo/KMqqzEcoa2I/s72-c/6376_146188195218_596820218_3794443_6212149_n_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-8202558862346759786</id><published>2009-08-02T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:57:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I’m sick, sick, sick like a brick. And (possibly) part of an epidemic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Just when I can finally pride myself on the fact that I didn’t fall sick despite a whole lot of people around me getting infected, I start to feel peculiar. And the next thing you know, I’m sitting in the doctor’s office clutching my jacket while hearing him talk about a 7 day MC , being suspected of H1N1 and whatnot. The first thing I thought was :” Oh, my, goodness. VECTORS.” . Of all times I have to fall sick, it has to be when they’re lecturing us&amp;nbsp; in what is arguably the most ominous topic for math in the J1 syllabus – Vectors.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ery&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vil&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rappy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;opic (that)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;efusal (of my)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;(I know it’s not the best acronym, but…)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Helloooooooo people, we’re talking about VECTORS here! We’re not talking about this,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1sT15hrI/AAAAAAAABJM/PA_JvoAfT9w/s1600-h/square%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img title="square" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="251" alt="square" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1s5t2uaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/dmaY4lht1s4/square_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Or this,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1tT2AqnI/AAAAAAAABJU/hkemirq1VuI/s1600-h/circle%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img title="circle" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="289" alt="circle" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1twOvmeI/AAAAAAAABJY/GN8yobXxEkg/circle_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="303" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;We’re talking about THIS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1uYyr-sI/AAAAAAAABJc/lOsc3nrH2XU/s1600-h/Untitled-2%5B23%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img title="Untitled-2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="127" alt="Untitled-2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1u4BOqxI/AAAAAAAABJg/6Im6S_txgvc/Untitled-2_thumb%5B25%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Ta-daaaaaaaah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;And if that doesn’t sound like enough of a catastrophe, well &lt;strong&gt;IT IS&lt;/strong&gt;! I’m just hoping that the lecture recordings will help me a bit, although I’ll miss Mr Leong’s antics during&amp;nbsp; his lectures (which i tend not to sleep in) , as well as the people from 0934.. and especially the choir… But I guess&amp;nbsp; I can’t do much about it. Except maybe plot my way back into school some time this week with Jianing as my accomplice! But honestly, I don’t know which is worse. My recurring sore throat, or trying to write my GP essay &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; a sore throat and 7 terrible questions to choose from – 2 of which that resembles essays that I’ve written before, the rest being stuff that I hate writing about, like poverty. I feel that whenever I write an essay about something clearly horrible like War or poverty, it becomes a script for a soap opera. (I shan’t ramble on about a certain soap opera..) I think the only time I’ve written about war and got away with it was during the English O levels. I still remember Fred… and the rifle … and the puddle of tears which thankfully, I’m assuming, that the Cambridge examiners didn’t find sappy or corny. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Or maybe they just liked soap operas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Putting that conundrum aside (unless someone can give me an answer!) , I guess i’ll just have to settle with writing about whether educating students in the sciences or arts is more important. It spells b-o-r-i-n-g to me because I’ve had enough of complaining of how arts students are almost always stigmatized as being “less-smart” than science-y people. Hey, even though I always get my calculations for titration wrong in high school, I still miss doing chemistry practical! And I still remember the time we did crystallisation and everyone was going on about how the copper (II) sulphate crystals looked very pretty, hehe. It was worth it , even though I was perspiring buckets during the whole thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I should be getting to work after wasting away my whole Saturday sleeping and watching Thumb Wrestling Federation on Nickelodeon because of my fever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vectors!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8202558862346759786?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8202558862346759786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8202558862346759786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8202558862346759786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8202558862346759786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sick-sick-sick-like-brick.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SnU1s5t2uaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/dmaY4lht1s4/s72-c/square_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-3416129765616261389</id><published>2009-07-26T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:57:58.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Greetings, from the spatially retarded. You wouldn’t believe (Actually, I think you just might) how many time’s I’ve tried to start a post over the period of blogging hiatus because I don’t want to overrun the blogosphere with deathly words and anagrams of Midyear grades. I just realised that I can’t form any interesting anagrams with mine … not like Jianyu’s A-S-S E-D-U (split them up exactly into half and you’ll see) or Sharon’s friend who got a D-U-D-E. Well but you can’t blame me since I’m lacking vowels here, and sadly, as much as I could hope for, the ones I have aren’t As. Nonetheless, even if the midyears weren’t as promising as I would’ve hoped for, there’s always the block tests to make up for it (oh, bummer) .. If I even can. Heh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well , for now I’m just content with trying my best to complete my menacing stack of tutorials and assignments and whatnot, with an occasional dose of Youtube videos and watching movies off the internet every now and then to keep myself sane. Sunset Boulevard was pretty awesome, albeit freaky. *Shudders* . Forrest Gump was spectacular as usual! Don’t get me started on the whole Tom Hanks thing again. He’s like one of the most amazing people, ever - courtesy of Carl who started me on this whole string of Tom Hanks movies after he commented on my MSN personal message which once said ‘You’ve Got Mail’. And then I moved on to quoting everything Tom Hanks, like ‘Run, Wilson, Run, we have a problem’ which was an amalgamation of a number of quotes … okay you know what, enough rambling. I think I’m plenty boring with all this talk .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh yes, for Yi Qing’s sake, here’s the long overdue History ISP video of the Japanese Occupation that we did a couple months back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trailer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b72dcd2c-d20f-439f-8cac-2b0d110795cd" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206034030984" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206034030984" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a81f15b9-a6bb-467a-ab8e-586d781a9269" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206626845804" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206626845804" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1992b59d-df22-4dc0-9309-182bba6ac029" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1207235581022" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1207235581022" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you didn’t know about History : Bloopers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:2617a655-dcb2-4f2b-ae21-52e2095b4ac9" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206009630374" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1206009630374" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Blogging seems pretty foreign of a sudden. I' haven’t been updating for like, forever, and I’ve no idea why I can’t seem to find the time when I usually could in high school amidst all the Chemistry verbal tests and A math exam papers that we had to complete. It’s strange! It’s as peculiar as how we have never seen a reflection of ourselves with our eyes closed before (I actually attempted to do so knowing full well it’s impossible) . Or like how whenever something cool comes by, like the eclipse, and you get really psyched the day before and made plans to use the toilet as a pretext for catching a glimpse of it in the middle of your math lecture, and then Murphy’s law happens and the next thing you know, the rain comes and ruins it all. Or maybe by imagination and inspiration has just been stifled by all the inequalities I've been doing. *twirls finger in the air* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Whoop-Dee-Doo, that’s (my) life for you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Hey, it rhymes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;(It’s good to be back. Well, sort of.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-3416129765616261389?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3416129765616261389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=3416129765616261389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3416129765616261389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3416129765616261389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/07/greetings-from-spatially-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-7580964487619860211</id><published>2009-06-21T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:53:52.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Okay , It’s a wierd time to be blogging now. I mean, come on, it’s 12.17am in the morning and I have 3 pages left of History to decipher! So I doesn’t sound like that much of a catastrophe here in pixels, but it is, that bad. And by bad, I mean really baaaaaaaaaaaad. Like, ‘I’ve-gotta-wake-up-early-for-church-tomorrow-and-I-desperately-need-to-sleep-lest-I-fall-asleep-during-the-sermon’ kind of bad. It doesn’t help that Mr Kellet's notes are like chunky peanut butter – I’ve said it on Facebook and I’ll say it again – it’s chunky, and hard to digest. And I’m not fond of chunky peanut butter at all. Chucky peanut butter makes me feel like 'I’ve added something else into my bread or whatever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Something, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I don’t want to think of the possibilities , not especially after watching Drag Me to Hell with Rachel, Gabriel and Carl. It was freaky, disgusting, it was freakishly disgusting, to say the least. I can even make a list of things they made the characters puke out. –Spoiler alert, mind you-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;1. A cat (I think you’ll rather not know if it’s dead or alive, yes?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;2. Maggots&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;3. Some green thing that looks like pee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;4. A fly &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I’ll just say that after watching the movie, I can never look at anyone above 60 the same again. But besides a couple of issues with opening cupboards and using my phone, it wasn’t that scary. I know I’m no seasoned horror-flick watcher, and I do get spooked pretty easily, but I think something along the lines of Chuckie is the real deal – the kind that gives me a week’s worth of sleepless nights or something like that. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;You know what, reading History makes me wonder why people with issues just has to make it so complicated. It wouldn’t hurt to flip a coin once in awhile! Coin flipping in an expedient way of solving a problem! *grins*&amp;nbsp; Don’t use violence people! Use your daily, average, dull 20-cent coin. You need skills to not let it slip into the gutter!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh, I just realised that my Facebook status update about the chunkiness of Mr Kellet’s notes has elicited a number of comments which I shall share with the world! Mwaha! Complaining about our teacher’s notes, are we? Yes we are! It’s just for kicks though, no harm done. I particularly like Aishah’s comment! Haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabillah&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;gt; Mr Ng's geog notes are like plain water. bland.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aishah &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;gt; Mr. Kellet's notes is like the soap opera 'Days of our Lives'. It just goes on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on and it doesn't make sense. Boring, also.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noelle&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;gt; Mr. Ng's Richard III is very dissembling. Can’t see through it at all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I especially hate hate hate HATE Days of Our Lives. ‘Days’ , is a major understatement. Yes I’m starting on my Days-of-Our-Lives rant again – I know it totally sounds like me recalling a very disturbing childhood or something , but anyway&amp;nbsp; I remember watching it every day after school with my mom while eating lunch since I was Primary 3. I remember that dumb squabble between that woman, Sammi – she’s some seriously messed up person – chasing that Austin guy who likes this other chick and somehow Sammi gets stuck in coma and they always play this dumb scene every episode that look like she’s on a runway (without planes!) to depict her “journey” to un-coma-ness. And how can I forget the old man Stefano that looks like a paedophile and locked Marlena up (If people think blondes are dumb, it’s her fault) in a ridiculous gold cage in the middle of some snazzy apartment. Ick. Makes me wonder why I ever watched it. I can recall the reason my mom gave me when I asked her why she even bothered to watch such a stupid show: ‘I want to see how it ends’ . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I think i’ll tell her tomorrow that she might not even live to see how it ends, not that she’s watching it anymore though. Korean dramas (which are nearly as bad as Days of Our Lives) now make up most of her TV watching time. Well, considering that she fell asleep watching the Star Wars on her first date with my dad long time ago so I guess it really can’t be helped, lol! (Up till today, I still can’t fathom the idea of anyone sleeping during Star Wars. I can’t!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh yeah, about DOOL (Short for Days of Our Lives, but I really feel like adding another ‘R’ to that abbreviation), I’ll tell you something else.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;IT’S STILL AIRING UNTIL NOW.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Since 1965 in fact. It’s.. 44 years old. It’s nearly as old as my mom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;If you have a TV show with a ridiculous story line that’s nearly as old as your parents.. you know there’s something wrong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;So, to end this off on a lighter note, since my rantings aren’t half as fun as Hank’s, hehehe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Don’t get too apprehensive – I know the image of Hank here in this video before you hit the ‘play’ button isn’t very uhh.. appealing. But… I love his weasel analogy! (lol,yes!) And if anyone dares to shave off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;half&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his beard and uploading a video about it on Youtube – Hank’s the man!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:42b30156-3bae-417c-a684-84eea4b31ead" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="c63db683-6bde-4e27-badc-8c798adc3399" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBiOJnipaxk" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sj0iL03njcI/AAAAAAAABJI/o2UHgl52ABk/video7bab5c5f027b%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c63db683-6bde-4e27-badc-8c798adc3399'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EBiOJnipaxk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EBiOJnipaxk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I honestly need the 1 week extension. The MOE’s decision to make it official or not is like those annoying cliff-hangers you get watching dramas. Y’know, like ‘Will the students get their holidays extended? Or will they die trying to finish studying for their Mid-years! And the most pressing question – Will Olivia be able to wake up on time tomorrow! Find out, on the next episode of … ‘SCANDALS’ ‘ (Courtesy of Rachel)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Make up your minds already! &lt;em&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7580964487619860211?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7580964487619860211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7580964487619860211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7580964487619860211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7580964487619860211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-its-wierd-time-to-be-blogging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sj0iL03njcI/AAAAAAAABJI/o2UHgl52ABk/s72-c/video7bab5c5f027b%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-1105863509436252090</id><published>2009-05-28T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:07:15.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It’s your friendly neighbourhood paranoiac back in the blogosphere again! So much for waiting for inspiration – it’s never gonna come at this rate and soon enough this piece of cyberspace will be deader than a fish kept Davy Jones’ locker. I have no idea why I’ve got this sudden urge to blog about anything, or nothing at all. Maybe it’s after surfing some blogs, Bejewelling a little on Facebook during breaks between homework and Tweeting a little that I’ve got this sudden pang to get my fingers running all over my keyboard again. Speaking of which! I’ve managed to synchronise Twitter with my phone! Whoop whoop! Meaning that from now on, I’ll be able to Tweet about that (still, more than ever) boring Geography teacher of mine during tutorials, that General Paper (GP) lecturer with a horribly faked British-American hybrid accent thing with a bad temper to boot.. or maybe when I’m bored stiff in the toilet or something. Cool, isn’t it, The power of microblogging! It’s probably the only form of entertainment you’ll get if you fall into a ditch or a pothole and get stuck in that little primitive world of your own for hours. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Twitter:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;10.03am: ‘ Just fell into a pothole. NOT FUN. ‘&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;10.05am: ‘Is it just me, or did I just see a crocodile swimming past? ‘&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;10.06am: ‘ OH MY GOSH i just felt something slither past my feet. Rerun of Attack of the Crocs 2 .. eep . ‘&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;10.13am: ‘ @FreeTacosRule , why don’t you join me down here? Two’s a party! ‘&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;10.17am: ‘ Three’s a crowd, @Moshpit . I won’t welcome you down here unless you’re bringing free tacos! ‘&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Okay, maybe it isn’t such a good idea, reminding myself about my sudden craving for tacos. I’ve already declared it quite explicitly on Facebook - Everything in my mind is like 'tacotacotacotacotacotaco' right now. 'Using method of difference, show that tacoX = 1/tacoX. Hence deduce the sum of taco + taco(squared) + taco(cubed) + taco (tending to infinity) ' . Well, I don't know. Anyway , it has just turned 12 now. I shall be a killjoy and remind everyone that our GP mid-year paper is officially tomorrow! To those who’re worried about writing essays, just think of it as writing a letter to someone who’s really annoyingly detestable and you’re just dying to prove that you’re right! *grins*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I honestly find the strangest of times to blog. I shall describe myself with that stupid word that I always use - Anomalous!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Math. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Taco.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TACO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1105863509436252090?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1105863509436252090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1105863509436252090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1105863509436252090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1105863509436252090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-your-friendly-neighbourhood.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-35673071178753110</id><published>2009-05-09T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:41:05.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEEitN15I/AAAAAAAABCY/ykyhQl4N8Dc/s1600-h/PICT4818%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="387" alt="PICT4818" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEFGRj-ZI/AAAAAAAABCc/znRVLBTbeu4/PICT4818_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="514" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's another round of less-than-sporadic updates from yours less-than truly - &lt;strong&gt;MOO&lt;/strong&gt;livia the peanut. So I'm back here in front of my laptop with a splinter lodged in the sole of my foot, that's the least of my worries now. But I shall put that aside today, because it's no fun being a party pooper right? Hehe. The week has been really something else. It's only been 4 days post- SYF ( Singapore Youth Festival ) and I'm already going nuts missing the times when NYchoir stayed back in LT ( lecture theatre ) 2 till past 8pm with our stomachs growling , feet aching, and you'd be surprised how abstaining from everything the food ban included actually commands the need for a whole lot of conviction and self restraint to the extent of mentally gagging ourselves and playing an episode of ' Mr Cheow gets MAAAAD ' in our heads when we see a whole plate piled up with loads and loads and loads of KIT KAT BARS, courtesy of all the YFers ( Youth Fellowship-ers ) from my church during our dinner session.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEF2Rd2UI/AAAAAAAABCg/fcV2msSXWe4/s1600-h/DSC00128%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="327" alt="DSC00128" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEGjoFcFI/AAAAAAAABCk/M1-4O7lCexA/DSC00128_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;There was more where that came from, and my sister tried to unwrap the wrapper to make the Kit Kat seem seductive or something. And on top of that - most of you Facebookers would probably be well-informed enough - my sister ate my supposed first ever Kinder Joy that Nat kindly gave to me after SYF. But the greatest injustice came not from all the now-seemingly measly sacrifices that we had to make, but the fact that seeing everyone's efforts equated into a Silver award just makes it a little less than bearable. Nonetheless, I feel flippin' proud of being a part of NYchoir, Gold or no gold, chocolate or no chocolate ( Chocolate..mm!) and I'm pretty sure that everyone knows that the cruddy award doesn't all that matter much. We've started from humble beginnings, I've started from less-than-humble beginnings, but we pulled through in the end in 3 and a half inch heels, caked in make-up ( right, guys? ) , stiff with hairspray,sweating under the blazing sun in suits ( for the dudes. ) , and coupled with a horrible, horrible emcee that pronounced Dum Belle ( pronounced as Doom- beh- leh ) as ' Dumbbell ' which made the entire audience erupt into laugher&lt;strong&gt; TWICE&lt;/strong&gt;, no less! Not forgetting to mention how hard it was for the choir to not laugh out loud, although it did get us smiling for 'Sounds of Joy' without having Mr Cheow to do is retarded 'duhhh' face to get us into the mood, hehe. Just to justify how awful the emcee screwed up, I shall type it out here, for kicks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Emcee : The 11th choir from Nanyang Junior College will be singing for us today, 'The Showers' by Elgar, and&lt;strong&gt; 'DUMBBELL'&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;- Audience instantaneously bursts out laughing -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;( I was trying SO HARD to suppress my laughter )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Emcee : .. Sorry, just to make a correction..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;( At this point, everyone thought he was going to correct his mispronunciation, but.. )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Emcee : .. Nanyang JC choir will be singing 'Sounds of Joy' first, followed by 'The Showers' by Elgar, and finally, &lt;strong&gt;'DUMBBELL'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;You can guess what happens next. I can't believe he could actually say that out loud with a straight face nonchalantly. Dumbbell. DUMBBELL. DO YOU KNOW HOW RIDICULOUS THAT SOUNDS? &lt;strong&gt;LOOL. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm just immensely glad that I didn't screw up the choreography and didn't laugh out REALLY loud/tear my dress/burp midway/break my heels/faint/stone/fall off the stage ( it was my first time in heels, y'know ). I was especially pleased when the choir after us had to use the piano to get the starting pitch, because we didn't need to, because we have perfect pitchers, because we're awe~some, mwahaha! When the girl at the end had to strut over to the piano, I just felt so.. so.. proud for a moment! You know the kind of feeling like when you ( well, I did ) were thoroughly convinced that Mas Selamat was never dead and managed to escape to somewhere other than Indonesia ( I knew it's the last place he'd go! ) while everyone thought you were nuts, but in the end you manage to prove sceptics ( like my mom and Lianzhi ) wrong? And in your mind you just go like ' WHOO. IN YOUR FACES!! ' , even thought you know very well its not actually anything to make such a ruckus about. But still! I was very, very satisfied. HAHA.&amp;nbsp; So it was a major accomplishment for me, yes. And definitely one for NYchoir as well, yeah? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silver is the new gold&lt;/u&gt;, people!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm admittedly a little on the off side today, verging on insanity, but &lt;strong&gt;NYchoir is still aweeeesomeeee!&lt;/strong&gt; And like what Mrs Lee said, we looked 'D*** good' being awesome!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The shenanigans we get into while waiting for our turn in the waiting room for the Exco (executive committee ) interview on Wednesday night:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEHW90yzI/AAAAAAAABCo/jnRe1Ti8XMI/s1600-h/DSC00167%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="270" alt="DSC00167" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEHyZQJXI/AAAAAAAABCs/zuKo-c81AFE/DSC00167_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Rachel, or more affectionately known as &lt;strong&gt;MOO&lt;/strong&gt;chel now, giving her best business-y look, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWHwlTe5qI/AAAAAAAABH4/AGoA3TWNVyw/s1600-h/DSC001654.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEJVt1K5I/AAAAAAAABC0/-qc4irtXoYk/s1600-h/DSC00164%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="271" alt="DSC00164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEJwhtF4I/AAAAAAAABC4/ZbUVlNlpVpA/DSC00164_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Hansi's face was priceless when I told him I was previously from Infocomm Club, lool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEKT0OFjI/AAAAAAAABIU/6fAqftlZAXE/s1600-h/DSC001594.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWELHttixI/AAAAAAAABDA/b9yRi2IIHbg/s1600-h/DSC00163%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="274" alt="DSC00163" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWELt-ZtyI/AAAAAAAABDE/NMaEBIm_uRs/DSC00163_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Nabillah/&lt;strong&gt;MOO&lt;/strong&gt;billah!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWHwlTe5qI/AAAAAAAABH4/AGoA3TWNVyw/s1600-h/DSC001654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="274" alt="DSC00165" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEM8X0SlI/AAAAAAAABDM/j-QwThd0xLw/DSC00165_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The exco interview was crazy fun during the wait for our turn. I'm sure the interviewers will agree to the 'crazy' part, yeah? Lol. I was really freaked out though - too freaked out to even highlight my History notes while waiting, I couldn't even get past one paragraph despite knowing that I desperately had to catch up with the 4 History lessons that I missed due to SYF and my 2 day camp-in at home in the toilet because I had a bad bout of stomach flu just 4 days before SYF. Peeps on Twitter would probably know with status updates like ' Stomach flu strikes back' and 'Revenge of the stomach flu virus' . It was just awful. Well anyway, back to the matter at hand after much digressing, I think I totally threw my interview out the window even after everyone who came back from the interview shared some of their.. *ahem* , experience with us. Yeah , I went in there knowing the first question already but I was still freaking out the whole time! Really, I'm glad that wasn't an interview for a job at MarvelHQ or something - forgetting the questions&lt;strong&gt; twice&lt;/strong&gt; didn't make anything any easier, especially with Sharon/&lt;strong&gt;MOO&lt;/strong&gt;ron who admitted to shooting me with questions the whole time, lol! That's all done though, I've said my piece, but replaying the whole scene made me wanna cringe because I fear that I sounded..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="1"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="4"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="6"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I don't know if that's what I portrayed to the interviewers ( there were at least 10 of them, I was too nervous to count ) , but even though I desperately tried to find the words to express what I wanted to say, I think I just made it sound like a really bad pep-rally infused and dripping with corniness. To top it , I just had to ramble off about Chinese Orchestra and.. well. I made Mr Cheow feel bad, I think ...&amp;nbsp; Eeep. WELL I'M GLAD THAT'S OVER ANYWAY. AND I CAN CONCLUDE THAT I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; INTERVIEWS&lt;strong&gt;. Interviews are &lt;u&gt;YUCK!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's times like those that I wish that I was Hiro Nakamura.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well, to get back to a happier train of thought - I DID get a chance to watch&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;font color="#400040" size="5"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the end after a 2-year wait for it! WHOOP WHOOP! I know many people compared it to Iron Man and all that but I really don't think it was justifiable to do that. Although it wasn't as good as compared to X2, it was still an awesome ride till the end! I shan't go raving on about the ever-amazing Hugh Jackman because I think most people are getting pretty sick of it, lol. ( HUGH JACKMAN DESERVES A SUPERSMILEY THOUGH 8D ) I just loved the fight scenes between him and Liev Schrieber! I only wished that the film would actually focus a little bit more during his time in Japan. That'll be so cool! Maybe they'll leave that for the sequel though. Nothing more I can say about that! I'm afraid that I'll start subconsciously giving spoilers here if I go on rambling about the movie , so I'll just leave it at that. For those who are gonna re-watch it or are planning to watch it, just a little tip - do remember to stay after the credits for the little bit at the end! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Wolverine is so cool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Sabretooth is so cool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Gambit is so cool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Will.I.am was awkwardly hilarious.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The movie was too blasted short!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWENpBZvfI/AAAAAAAABIM/_Z5mozWeVE4/s1600-h/DSC001384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="276" alt="DSC00138" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEOb5yh5I/AAAAAAAABDY/lrpTjli0aA8/DSC00138_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEO0i0ZDI/AAAAAAAABDc/y-OijfDCkZg/s1600-h/DSC00139%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="278" alt="DSC00139" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEPaYteYI/AAAAAAAABDg/_TDRN5yW5w0/DSC00139_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWENpBZvfI/AAAAAAAABIM/_Z5mozWeVE4/s1600-h/DSC001384.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEQUD1wQI/AAAAAAAABDs/Bmp1YDByv28/s1600-h/DSC00141%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="267" alt="DSC00141" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEQxmRBII/AAAAAAAABDw/DqsMLOr8bpU/DSC00141_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I know this isn't the best sketch of Wolverine there is out there.. but it's my first! I'm counting on it to (im)possibly get me a job at MarvelHQ. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWERco6lOI/AAAAAAAABD0/awFcldEla1A/s1600-h/2297162903_4c396a918d%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="413" alt="2297162903_4c396a918d" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWER954fSI/AAAAAAAABD4/wv0Tl8oBmlE/2297162903_4c396a918d_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEO0i0ZDI/AAAAAAAABDc/y-OijfDCkZg/s1600-h/DSC00139%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWESocxdbI/AAAAAAAABD8/RXQVa0hmInY/s1600-h/CIMG2473%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="CIMG2473" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWETCQoVjI/AAAAAAAABEA/uVWzPQy00F4/CIMG2473_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEUHmAnII/AAAAAAAABEE/75RJ3JJb3JM/s1600-h/DSC00135%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I just realised that I have photos left over from secondary 4 that was meant for my Art paper ( which I conveniently screwed up ) . I love my albums very much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEVA1uDFI/AAAAAAAABEI/GO06TLXGoyo/s1600-h/CIMG2465%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="CIMG2465" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEVyPghxI/AAAAAAAABEM/IPumfPywpC0/CIMG2465_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="427" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I see the Arctic Monkeys, The Offspring, R.E.M, Chris Cornell, Anberlin and Sondre Lerche!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEWURL3KI/AAAAAAAABEQ/CveQUP6wH8Q/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="313" alt="DSC00140" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEW0YCb6I/AAAAAAAABEU/Wg5fuTjSjBw/DSC00140_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;[ pardon the low-resolution-ness! 3.2 megapixels is as good as it gets. ] The pills that I had to take during the stomach flu week. I hate the white ones - they look small and harmless, but they taste really REALLY bad. They're almost as deceiving as Richard III,&amp;nbsp; little devils. I think I can write nearly a whole Literature essay on how ironic they are.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEVA1uDFI/AAAAAAAABEI/GO06TLXGoyo/s1600-h/CIMG2465%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEWURL3KI/AAAAAAAABEQ/CveQUP6wH8Q/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEXp7B8LI/AAAAAAAABEY/1xtv3Wa59h4/s1600-h/DSC00168%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img height="315" alt="DSC00168" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEYVm55hI/AAAAAAAABEc/4eD-iyvI7q8/DSC00168_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Walking in Xuan Hui's (really big) shoes after SYF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEY9KiodI/AAAAAAAABEg/G53oA0Fi2VY/s1600-h/DSC00161%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="315" alt="DSC00161" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEZd3nPxI/AAAAAAAABEk/CykzKJoMoF8/DSC00161_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;This is your typical H1 Geography lecture when someone other than Mr Chia teaches ( yes, I'm implying that someone else is awfully b-o-r &lt;font size="5"&gt;~&lt;/font&gt; i-n-g!&amp;nbsp; ) - half of the LT is asleep. Tai Soon was even playing Guitar Hero on his phone at one point!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEKT0OFjI/AAAAAAAABIU/6fAqftlZAXE/s1600-h/DSC001594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="401" alt="DSC00159" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEasZ6OqI/AAAAAAAABEs/yk0eKcIH7Pk/DSC00159_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I was spacing out half the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEbbshj5I/AAAAAAAABIk/Na109OAw7CA/s1600-h/DSC001745.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEcAyVaAI/AAAAAAAABE4/0kd1u5miUn4/s1600-h/DSC00535%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="308" alt="DSC00535" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEc8Xu0jI/AAAAAAAABE8/mGN1werHYN8/DSC00535_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="411" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The cookie monster balloon was not ours, no kidding.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEdrPVTII/AAAAAAAABFA/RPFLtSn1Dzk/s1600-h/DSC00121%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="312" alt="DSC00121" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEeYDF1oI/AAAAAAAABFE/S4J7fw_nO7A/DSC00121_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEexyJXJI/AAAAAAAABFI/2g0GifTLzzQ/s1600-h/DSC00116%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="313" alt="DSC00116" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEfc9s7MI/AAAAAAAABFM/CqSnGjsmC50/DSC00116_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="417" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Eunice literally stuffed a banana down her Mocha Ice Blend with her straw - I kinda think she did it on purpose to make me feel sick, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEfhUYgeI/AAAAAAAABFQ/GDsBeboY3UA/s1600-h/DSC00120%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="315" alt="DSC00120" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEgiR2RhI/AAAAAAAABFU/HalKw-j-Vgs/DSC00120_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm not sure if anyone can see this even after zooming in, but this is what happens when you put 2 comic junkies together during History tutorials. Daniel was just acting on what Mr Kellet said about Britain not being able to force their colonies to accept any law they wanted, like 'whoever doesn't draw their Xs in the standardized manner will get their butts whacked with a piping hot baguette' . Let's give Daniel some credit for initiative, shall we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEhN8q44I/AAAAAAAABFY/LU6saKefa20/s1600-h/DSC00170%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="366" alt="DSC00170" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEhptk6KI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZB210yVYkRU/DSC00170_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEbbshj5I/AAAAAAAABIk/Na109OAw7CA/s1600-h/DSC001745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="DSC00174" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEi43SUjI/AAAAAAAABFo/ema5fQFdZ88/DSC00174_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Nanyang after dark. Looks fitting for a scene in Resident Evil, actually.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;We're the NYC, Nanyang Choir, &lt;strong&gt;NANYANG CHEOWSTERS!&lt;/strong&gt; ( This is what you get after having mass conversations over MSN with the choir peeps. )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;sorely &lt;/strong&gt;tempted to put Dum Belle as my ringtone, heh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWH59REuZI/AAAAAAAABI4/E_ZJ5jZjdBk/s1600-h/4141_83076471425_623556425_2196739_4831340_n%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="282" alt="happy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWFd69n7aI/AAAAAAAABI0/SB5Lx05XRRc/happy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWH59REuZI/AAAAAAAABI4/E_ZJ5jZjdBk/s1600-h/4141_83076471425_623556425_2196739_4831340_n%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="508" alt="4141_83076471425_623556425_2196739_4831340_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWH73QvNfI/AAAAAAAABJE/2O_H9i86DZg/4141_83076471425_623556425_2196739_4831340_n_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="677" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-35673071178753110?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/35673071178753110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=35673071178753110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/35673071178753110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/35673071178753110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-another-round-of-less-than-sporadic.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SgWEFGRj-ZI/AAAAAAAABCc/znRVLBTbeu4/s72-c/PICT4818_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-9019516957838292227</id><published>2009-05-04T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:52:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A big, belated, &lt;em&gt;ultramega&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color="#800080" size="7"&gt;AWESOME BIRTHDAY&lt;/font&gt; to my dear &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;u&gt;Do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;nut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and just to echo the troupe of Star-Wars-crazed Tweet peeps on Twitterverse:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;HAPPY &lt;u&gt;STAR WARS&lt;/u&gt; DAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May the 4th be with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-9019516957838292227?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/9019516957838292227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=9019516957838292227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/9019516957838292227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/9019516957838292227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-belated-ultramega-awesome-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-8832981628481621081</id><published>2009-04-29T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:42:37.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Hoo-ah! Just dropping by for a short update to while away my time until 10.45am or so to make sure that I won't be needing to make a mad dash to the toilet again. I'm really sick of cooping myself up in the toilet because of the freaking stomach flu virus.. or maybe I just ate something bad. I've been in and out of there for like 5 times already. Well anyway, I'm kinda miffed that I missed PE today because I might have actually passed my 2.4km run like the others. Bah, circumstances. You never know what's gonna come next. But I guess it's kinda nice to not be studying for awhile - finally. You get to see stuff like Kim twittering on her laptop during one of her mundane lectures , lool. And it seems that everyone's down with some sort of flu. Join the club, people! We're laden with flu-viruses of all sorts! Mwahaha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh, I just remembered. They're gonna be caking us with make up during choir today to prep for the Singapore Youth Festival ( SYF ) , and guess what? They're gonna draw first blood on me and Kerline with everyone else watching us. Crud!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Maybe going to school isn't such a good idea after all.. ( lool.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8832981628481621081?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8832981628481621081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8832981628481621081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8832981628481621081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8832981628481621081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoo-ah-just-dropping-by-for-short.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-2014956499774257435</id><published>2009-04-18T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:36:16.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Let's be honest here; school is killing us slowly .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Anyway I thought I'd drop by this little piece of cyberspace to do a little post since I'm tired of working my butt off , especially for Project Work. Non-JC peeps would probably think it sounds fun - trust me, I naively did too. And then when the actual thing comes, -wham!- and you wished you were in Polytechnic instead. Apart from my mates at 0934 and choir, everything else has been a major kick in the shin. If I didn't have school now, I'd have been able to go to Anderson's family day thing a couple of Saturdays ago and get to see the nutters, and what all the hype over Yihao's 'Big Change' is about, lol. Oh boy, do I miss his&amp;nbsp; lame egoistic remarks. The good ol' days when we still ( Well, mostly Kim and the rest ) could bet on whether he would get top in the most recent math test without him knowing that we already knew the results beforehand ( that he came in second instead, lol.) . Ahh.. we were such scammers, hehe. So here's most of the photos we took during the last couple weeks or so:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem65EXzL6I/AAAAAAAAA_0/lPWhLKSdlgQ/s1600-h/DSC000974.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="272" alt="DSC00097" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem65UBYRqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/aptlbKhdua0/DSC00097_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Ta-daaa! A retarded photo of Charmaine when we went to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic! LOL. And I admit Hugh Dancy is handsome! Although he still pales a lot in comparison to Hugh Jackman *grins*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem652pZHmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/W0UbRvK4ppU/s1600-h/DSC000952.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="275" alt="DSC00095" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem66YUVr-I/AAAAAAAABAA/w4gu-2ebYpk/DSC00095_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Eunice...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem66-tS9zI/AAAAAAAABAE/DpzDwSv5fQU/s1600-h/DSC000942.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="269" alt="DSC00094" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem67f6PMbI/AAAAAAAABAI/b7UR7V3TFnQ/DSC00094_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Was having lots of fun with my phone, wasn't she?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem67ym2LdI/AAAAAAAABAM/_1i2W_V1HAw/s1600-h/DSC001032.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="268" alt="DSC00103" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem68DshHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/hRWe5ULbt9g/DSC00103_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem68_bTavI/AAAAAAAABAU/IS69XZgCjNk/s1600-h/DSC000992.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="DSC00099" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem69Ey53II/AAAAAAAABAY/R1zu4JBD6KQ/DSC00099_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Tons of fun with Yiling's wheelchair!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem69uvVTjI/AAAAAAAABAc/zCP7jV-CN9Q/s1600-h/DSC000982.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="DSC00098" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem6-FeK05I/AAAAAAAABAg/B0n8lkoSmjE/DSC00098_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem6-h_PlWI/AAAAAAAABAk/Me14WvpfD2g/s1600-h/DSC001052.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="268" alt="DSC00105" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem6_OL5sGI/AAAAAAAABAo/QLOOj9qRexI/DSC00105_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Mingting with sideburns. LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem6_jN70cI/AAAAAAAABAs/meHGX-tbsCE/s1600-h/DSC001082.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="272" alt="DSC00108" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7AAT9ZUI/AAAAAAAABAw/vivtMx_EoH4/DSC00108_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I know funerals ( my great-grandma's ) aren't the best of times to be passing two-bite brownies around, but hey! No one can resist two-bite brownies from Canada!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7AXO8A8I/AAAAAAAABA0/7TcuqSPX47Y/s1600-h/DSC001112.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="DSC00111" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7A1qvyFI/AAAAAAAABA4/pvCRdjuBQRc/DSC00111_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Starbucks Starbucks Starbucks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7BcOEqYI/AAAAAAAABA8/KhCy3fSNFn4/s1600-h/DSC001062.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="421" alt="DSC00106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7ByLdbGI/AAAAAAAABBA/14szKJtQhGo/DSC00106_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Me and Bev looking zombie-fied after Church Work Day. Andrew was messing around with my phone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7CFBk67I/AAAAAAAABBE/hqBLGSmgRd8/s1600-h/3272_68079253362_736673362_1508473_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7CnABBvI/AAAAAAAABBI/nZ57vnrRpAY/s1600-h/3272_68079268362_736673362_1508476_6044347_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="237" alt="3272_68079268362_736673362_1508476_6044347_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7DIf1heI/AAAAAAAABBM/OBVEV-v66bg/3272_68079268362_736673362_1508476_6044347_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Okay.. so we were slacking off a little in the YF room, hehe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7DRvt9XI/AAAAAAAABBQ/zXaPazGShdc/s1600-h/3272_68079278362_736673362_1508478_7980465_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="239" alt="3272_68079278362_736673362_1508478_7980465_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7D5u-zpI/AAAAAAAABBU/HYTP_eNpmyA/3272_68079278362_736673362_1508478_7980465_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I was messing around with Carmen's really awesome camera!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7ERS2bPI/AAAAAAAABBY/QgCo4UH4zpw/s1600-h/3272_68079283362_736673362_1508479_2628377_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="3272_68079283362_736673362_1508479_2628377_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7Fml-W1I/AAAAAAAABBc/zo4mGLSAewk/3272_68079283362_736673362_1508479_2628377_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Had this major urge to slam the button of Carmen's camera when Bev's face was right in front of it, and&lt;strong&gt; this&lt;/strong&gt; happened. So I blinded her a little bit too..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7F8BWZKI/AAAAAAAABBg/E4IaZDjJtAE/s1600-h/3272_68079288362_736673362_1508480_5198913_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="3272_68079288362_736673362_1508480_5198913_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7GfqJuFI/AAAAAAAABBk/wTKnM07RCBc/3272_68079288362_736673362_1508480_5198913_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7G3PWfRI/AAAAAAAABBo/VTBtDe1jq74/s1600-h/3272_68079303362_736673362_1508483_7785210_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="3272_68079303362_736673362_1508483_7785210_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7HXmOx5I/AAAAAAAABBs/pRZSY_oIICM/3272_68079303362_736673362_1508483_7785210_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7H0RQ0JI/AAAAAAAABBw/vewmSLgLsL8/s1600-h/3272_68079313362_736673362_1508485_2165228_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="246" alt="3272_68079313362_736673362_1508485_2165228_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7IaZ3A6I/AAAAAAAABB0/V2SqIaObr2w/3272_68079313362_736673362_1508485_2165228_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="369" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Isn't this cool! Darren decided that he'd join in the fun. HAHA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7I_YwwOI/AAAAAAAABB4/eK8hPz55Rso/s1600-h/3272_68079318362_736673362_1508486_1352530_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="250" alt="3272_68079318362_736673362_1508486_1352530_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7JSCiM1I/AAAAAAAABB8/flTdpkCvvAc/3272_68079318362_736673362_1508486_1352530_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Everyone was like 'finally!' after we managed to do this jump shot nicely. I couldn't get enough air time for Marcus to take the photo in the previous n-th attempts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7JmliKTI/AAAAAAAABCA/YBYGD7mifzc/s1600-h/3272_68079323362_736673362_1508487_5517238_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="251" alt="3272_68079323362_736673362_1508487_5517238_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7KB7ZsyI/AAAAAAAABCE/woJwZhJAzNM/3272_68079323362_736673362_1508487_5517238_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Marcus was like 'give me the camera!' and I was like 'nooo!'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7Kt1ak4I/AAAAAAAABCI/cTHHsXsl1dc/s1600-h/3272_68079348362_736673362_1508491_7542048_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="254" alt="3272_68079348362_736673362_1508491_7542048_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7K2RLNZI/AAAAAAAABCM/jQsqGNCM968/3272_68079348362_736673362_1508491_7542048_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7LX5r2iI/AAAAAAAABCQ/6zZz6KIhWF4/s1600-h/3272_68079353362_736673362_1508492_7477021_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="256" alt="3272_68079353362_736673362_1508492_7477021_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem7L6hrQLI/AAAAAAAABCU/XR_3lslZz7A/3272_68079353362_736673362_1508492_7477021_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Reminded me of Nigel when we were watching 'Alone' during our class outing. Mwahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;12 more days to the Wolverine movie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;43&lt;/font&gt; more days to the JUNE HOLIDAYS! ( and the New York trip for some! )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2014956499774257435?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2014956499774257435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2014956499774257435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2014956499774257435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2014956499774257435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-be-honest-here-school-is-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/Sem65UBYRqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/aptlbKhdua0/s72-c/DSC00097_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-8224012973945574335</id><published>2009-03-23T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:09:21.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;If anyone thought things couldn't get any worse, well it just did for me. I can't believe how stupid I am, to even think of going there. Stupid Olivia, stupid, stupid stupid! I feel like a total douchebag right now. Douche douche douche. Why do I ever bother saying it out because it never does anything constructive. This so isn't a good start for the first day of the term.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well, I don't know anymore. I just feel very stupid, to understate a little.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8224012973945574335?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8224012973945574335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8224012973945574335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8224012973945574335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8224012973945574335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-anyone-thought-things-couldnt-get.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-8437032236940638910</id><published>2009-03-23T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:46:28.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm stuck in the recesses of feeling particularly lousy for some reason again. I'll post something up once I don't feel lousy anymore. I feel so lousy that there's only one word left in my vocabulary to describe this. Miss Teo will totally balk at how I'm lacking elaboration here, but nonetheless ... &lt;strong&gt;lousy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Lousy lousy lousy lousy lousy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SceD6yBZArI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Vyd8whoroCA/s1600-h/definatelynothappy%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="477" alt="definatelynothappy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SceD75ziw2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/cjfV-yURAnk/definatelynothappy_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="773" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Lousy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8437032236940638910?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8437032236940638910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8437032236940638910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8437032236940638910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8437032236940638910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-stuck-in-recesses-of-feeling.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SceD75ziw2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/cjfV-yURAnk/s72-c/definatelynothappy_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-1442792053270690582</id><published>2009-03-14T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:20:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well well well! It's already the end of the week, as known as the start of the so-called March holidays with tons of homework to be done and 2 days conveniently taken up by the Project Management workshop which never fails to be an eyesore on everyone's holiday schedule. But anyway , I'll at least have a chance to catch some more sleep, except for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday .. Friday .. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I just realised, that leaves only Thursday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Crud. So much for sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm honestly too tired to do up a nice post here so I guess I'll leave you guys to read my round up of the week on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Pea_nut" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;my Twitter page&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; if you want to. It comes in handy for people who can't get at least 8 hours of sleep like the most of us.I was forced to a late night stint twice till 2am just for that hellish MRP which I am glad I'm over and done with, finally. FINALLY! In your face stupid MRP!&amp;nbsp; Speaking of which, our new temporary General Paper (GP) teacher Mr Oliver is pretty cool, although we always get confused whenever someone calls out our name. Apparently people used to always call him 'Olivia' , and me 'Oliver' , LOL. Looks like I'm not alone then. It's uncanny how coincidence works, like how me and Aishah met Koh Bon at 'The One' yesterday night. Chewie was supposed to be the guest performer but she dislocated her leg during the rehearsal! All 9 of us sitting together thought that it was some kind of prank when they announced that Grace couldn't perform. Me and Dawn were saying how we'd totally strangle her if she suddenly jumped up on stage and start dancing, lol. Nevertheless, get well soon Chewie!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Just to randomly digress a little, none of the performers I voted for won, HAHA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I just realised that I've actually procrastinate sleeping for about half an hour. Gosh, I think I'm the only who procrastinates to the extent of not-sleeping. Everyone in 0934 has already logged off!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1442792053270690582?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1442792053270690582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1442792053270690582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1442792053270690582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1442792053270690582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well-well-its-already-end-of-week.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-1761432015360939033</id><published>2009-03-08T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:17:51.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Past experiences have proved that it takes a phenomenal amount of willpower and Herculean strength to be able to barely keep myself conscious during Chinese lessons, but I don't think anyone will be falling asleep anytime soon. Our Chinese teacher seemed really nice at first but she took a turn for the strange last week. She actually crumpled and ripped Noelle's paper just because Noelle wanted to save a couple of trees by doing the questions on half a piece of paper.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt; For those who are spared from this agony, be happy. Nearly 90% of the days I have to report to school early starts off with Chinese lessons in the morning.Can you believe the number of Chinese lesson we have in a week? I have&lt;strong&gt; EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; bloody periods a week. And Thursdays are just about the worst days ever. And my geography teacher whose name I won't bother recalling is torturously boring. He's more boring than the word 'boring' can ever encompass. I'd rather be taught by James Chia any day. Honestly, I learnt more things from him in his short 2 minute explanation that day than 2 periods from my own teacher. &lt;strong&gt;That's&lt;/strong&gt; how bad he is. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well, at least Geography was useful when it came to Civics tutorial. We were supposed to think of what our school values meant to us and write it on the board, and I came up with ' Staying awake when your teacher is awfully boring ' under the 'Resilience' section. Pretty timely, since I had a Geography lecture the next day. I guess reminding myself to be "resilient" throughout the whole lecture did work. &lt;strong&gt;A little&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;But anyway I have no idea why exactly, but school has been hilarious for the past couple of weeks so far, albeit it being a little more than stressful. And we have this project that we're meant to sort of start up a Bakery. We named our's MRS MORPHY'S FOOD THERAPY. LOL. Morphy was an acronym from our initials that Ming Ting ingeniously thought up of. Sounds cool, doesn't it? And I'm was charge of designing all the bread we're gonna sell, mwahaha! I'm gonna be acting as the little family-deprived kid for our History movie project. I won't be giving any spoilers here so I'll just say that I really pity the kid, lol. Mr Kellet and his Canadian-British accent makes things a whole lot more interesting, lol, although I'm not too fond of reading off the slides for History lectures. Although his little random intermission thingy in every lecture was pretty fun while it lasted for a couple of seconds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh yes, and who can forget Oscar night when Hugh Jackman is hosting it ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I actually stayed up till 1am just to watch the Oscars, or part of it, rather. But hey, I did do my Literature homework as well so.. mwahaha. Yes, excuses, all for the sake of seeing Hugh Jackman do crazy stuff on stage although there were only sporadic moments of his presence. I don't understand why people don't like watching the medleys. I love medleys! I love really long medleys! I love Hugh Jackman doing really long medleys! lol! But it's still a bummer that I didn't get to watch the last hour of it, even though the encore was today. Why must they always put encores on church days!? It's like why can't they at least make the blue dude Dr Manhattan in Watchmen wear&amp;nbsp; CGI-ed underwear so that those who are pathetically underage like me can catch the movie! WHY.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;JJ and Jiahui actually paid a surprise visit to my school on Friday although the both had *ahem*, not-so-secret agendas for coming apart from seeing us. At least Jiahui was happy since she got to see her dear ( lol ) Matthias that transferred from her school to mine. She actually left us sitting on the bench for a long time just for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sake. The word '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' is officially bolded and italicised. You know what&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means, don't you? *hints*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbO3Ee4_loI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JPQr95vNGA8/s1600-h/DSC000742.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="265" alt="DSC00074" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvH2MP4jI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/kCRpApgYwII/DSC00074_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="353" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;We nearly gave up taking photos after Jiahui always had her eyes closed whenever we shot one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbO3Ee4_loI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JPQr95vNGA8/s1600-h/DSC000742.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvJBS19hI/AAAAAAAAA4g/QANl5TC0K5A/s1600-h/n559917129_1958267_46858464.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="264" alt="n559917129_1958267_4685846" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvJ3uuYYI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xroc9N8MCKE/n559917129_1958267_4685846_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh, she&lt;strong&gt; finally&lt;/strong&gt; opened her eyes. Lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvKpu0ABI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/qYKIQNbBZSY/s1600-h/DSC000752.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="256" alt="DSC00075" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvL5GCpeI/AAAAAAAAA4w/xcL1Y49I5Dw/DSC00075_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;This is the beginning of&lt;strong&gt; baaaad&lt;/strong&gt; lighting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvMjCEwhI/AAAAAAAAA9g/cn9YWUtUEYc/s1600-h/DSC000763.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="DSC00076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvNTn--LI/AAAAAAAAA44/kPKCjeZS9Kc/DSC00076_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Did I mention &lt;strong&gt;baaaad&lt;/strong&gt; lighting? It's so bad, it's like gonna engulf JJ's head. Phagocytosis anyone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvKpu0ABI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/qYKIQNbBZSY/s1600-h/DSC000752.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvMjCEwhI/AAAAAAAAA9g/cn9YWUtUEYc/s1600-h/DSC000763.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvPSLpYtI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_kwUnootAfM/s1600-h/n559917129_1958266_78877201.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvPSLpYtI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_kwUnootAfM/s1600-h/n559917129_1958266_78877201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="435" alt="n559917129_1958266_7887720" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvQu2kvnI/AAAAAAAAA5U/O5EiwDLCLoU/n559917129_1958266_7887720_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Yeah, we all know that this looks like some drug bust in a Channel 8 drama series with really bad acting. Jiahui looks like she's trying to prove that she doesn't have any drugs in her mouth, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvRqpnHOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/fNFU_ZC29Xk/s1600-h/DSC000675.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="274" alt="DSC00067" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvSj6H_9I/AAAAAAAAA5g/8qnmB0XSQ7c/DSC00067_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oooh, flashback to the first week at school. We're still in our NCHS uniforms, mwahah. There's Eunice in front of me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvTDfCYZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/NMJclDg1tgc/s1600-h/DSC000664.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="275" alt="DSC00066" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvUBouNCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Do4s5JUwN1M/DSC00066_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Yeap, that's Eunice's bad on top of a dustbin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvU_6J9rI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/miLQbnU-G3U/s1600-h/DSC000712.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="278" alt="DSC00071" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvWBb1gPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qu0sLhY1ers/DSC00071_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Our church youth outing last Saturday to Clarke Quay. We must've made a fool of ourselves in front of all the tourists on the boat thing because we were yelling random stuff like ' Hi ' and 'Welcome to Singapore ' and waving at them manically.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvW7NYFeI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ty_DjWxPsNA/s1600-h/DSC000683.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="DSC00068" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvXX-SoMI/AAAAAAAAA54/VSWyz1ne50Y/DSC00068_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Valentine's Day with the gang! Thanks to Kim for sharing some of her Hershey's Kisses with us to survive through the whole ordeal of waiting for JJ to arrive, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvYL0vFLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5e7d0Jik3_k/s1600-h/DSC000066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvKpu0ABI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/qYKIQNbBZSY/s1600-h/DSC000752.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvZNIQxWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/q-0S4K5lu7U/s1600-h/DSC000693.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="280" alt="DSC00069" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvZyiG41I/AAAAAAAAA6E/98EGMVxjWWw/DSC00069_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;My mocha .. latte.. oreo ... hybrid thingamajig. I really don't bother about remembering the names of drinks I order. Especially since they only gave me &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; an oreo cookie and made the picture in the menu look like it had a whole cookie. ( Yes, I'm still miffed about the cookie! )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvYL0vFLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5e7d0Jik3_k/s1600-h/DSC000066.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvU_6J9rI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/miLQbnU-G3U/s1600-h/DSC000712.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvbcijatI/AAAAAAAAA_E/HkU8qRe7U2o/s1600-h/DSC000704.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="283" alt="DSC00070" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvcJQQv_I/AAAAAAAAA6U/An705kE2CXg/DSC00070_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="377" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I nearly died eating this. Really.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvW7NYFeI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Ty_DjWxPsNA/s1600-h/DSC000683.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvYL0vFLI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5e7d0Jik3_k/s1600-h/DSC000066.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="284" alt="DSC00006" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvdwdqrCI/AAAAAAAAA6o/bmrS2Y3vxwI/DSC00006_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh Cathay Cineleisure, how many people have you conned into thinking that Hotdog Factory actually serves authentic Cantonese cuisine? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;As a Star Wars fan, I have to make the disclaimer that anything displayed or captioned in the next 2 photos are strictly for kicks alone, none of it being at all factual. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvZNIQxWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/q-0S4K5lu7U/s1600-h/DSC000693.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvfUAWK6I/AAAAAAAAA60/B7zABdR-wVE/s1600-h/DSC000115.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="283" alt="DSC00011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvgj00JOI/AAAAAAAAA64/K_1wRh3cnTQ/DSC00011_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Apparently Vader liked his helmet because of the cool voice changing thingy that made his voice more masculine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvbcijatI/AAAAAAAAA_E/HkU8qRe7U2o/s1600-h/DSC000704.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvh6HcDzI/AAAAAAAAA7E/es_i7BtMN28/s1600-h/DSC000108.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="285" alt="DSC00010" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvid1jR3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/lotDDHUpwgE/DSC00010_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Apparently, that's the only thing his helmet really does. ( For those who don't get it, read the warning label above )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well I don't care, one day I'm gonna get myself one!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvjbGBuEI/AAAAAAAAA7M/8ivKc9DsWJE/s1600-h/DSC0001210.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="285" alt="DSC00012" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvkaaxJrI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/nOEiGNaTuk8/DSC00012_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvlHbTfqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/pUAAD6N7Qew/s1600-h/DSC000072.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="288" alt="DSC00007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvlxxImEI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/w3nmD99vcF8/DSC00007_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I think someone put me up to this. I would never in my life have taken a photo with Alvin and the Chipmunks in it. Well.. in this case it's the Chipmunks alone, Alvin not included.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvmuB6T7I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HTCy5JTrw3E/s1600-h/DSC000463.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="292" alt="DSC00046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvnW6Rp2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/hfXO9yQnFeo/DSC00046_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;They're what I like to call, Squeaky Chickens. I actually suggested using them in a Kampung scene for our History video, lol. Now &lt;strong&gt;that's&lt;/strong&gt; what I call an original cast *grins*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvmuB6T7I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HTCy5JTrw3E/s1600-h/DSC000463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvo1K3yPI/AAAAAAAAA7s/5KfzWjBa208/s1600-h/n1462474936_224535_14703034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="291" alt="n1462474936_224535_1470303" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvqup_p2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/TAuIWlvmd5U/n1462474936_224535_1470303_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I think we were late for lessons that day because we kept taking photos. LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvlHbTfqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/pUAAD6N7Qew/s1600-h/DSC000072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvsM4LdBI/AAAAAAAAA74/QlhntIyu0nU/s1600-h/n1462474936_224530_668055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="295" alt="n1462474936_224530_66805" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvs-djcFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KuIefqVywi0/n1462474936_224530_66805_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvtxyiK5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/OiBuzbqfjn4/s1600-h/n1462474936_224560_9588255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="295" alt="n1462474936_224560_958825" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvup-al9I/AAAAAAAAA8I/Y_rI7iW3uUI/n1462474936_224560_958825_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvvUfI9XI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8Mdv0JoxGAo/s1600-h/n1462474936_224558_79078176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="298" alt="n1462474936_224558_7907817" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvwC1OaUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/SQEA4e7d96w/n1462474936_224558_7907817_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvw7-gD6I/AAAAAAAAA8U/RLr_Lmd2Frc/s1600-h/n1462474936_224537_23597274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="300" alt="n1462474936_224537_2359727" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvxTlBnnI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bld1E9dR6o0/n1462474936_224537_2359727_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvyPGV6EI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-2fWznqvqwc/s1600-h/n1462474936_224559_72751884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="302" alt="n1462474936_224559_7275188" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvzTX8rEI/AAAAAAAAA8g/WThYlhaz77M/n1462474936_224559_7275188_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv0C8nrDI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4j-FJtLBBgk/s1600-h/n1462474936_224527_78491425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="302" alt="n1462474936_224527_7849142" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv0iaduxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/8O4Du9LJ4Jc/n1462474936_224527_7849142_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv1XuEekI/AAAAAAAAA8s/D9lsJVpw0hM/s1600-h/n1462474936_224536_67194254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="306" alt="n1462474936_224536_6719425" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv2Ksj8HI/AAAAAAAAA8w/R5nL_DiIR3E/n1462474936_224536_6719425_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh my gosh. I know we totally look like .. SHENG RONG'S GROUPIES.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv294TWHI/AAAAAAAAA80/QJeukUaWJUM/s1600-h/n1462474936_224562_82985904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="n1462474936_224562_8298590" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOv37RAw4I/AAAAAAAAA84/nygCsC9JlfA/n1462474936_224562_8298590_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's honestly impossible to put up all the photos we took. We take photos like, &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I don't think I can even afford to do sporadic updates every now and then anymore. I honestly regret taking H2 math. But then again, if I didn't, I might not be in 0934. Well anyway, the accursed Minor Research Paper ( MRP ) is killing off more of my time than H2 math does. The MRP is certainly &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; minor, clearly. What a misnomer. It's the inflation of politics, the politics of inflation. &lt;strong&gt;It's killer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Somehow I kinda wish that the World would go back to the days of Pangea again. Maybe the blasted economy wouldn't be so screwed up then. Maybe I might even be allowed my $800 subsidy for the field trip to Washington D.C that they denied me just because I'm not a citizen. My dad contributes to the economy as much as everyone else, mind you! I deserve an equal opportunity to learn!! LOL, seems like Social Studies does pay off a little.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I really hope I can go for the 4E class outing and maybe catch a movie with Charmaine during the March holidays! I'll be praying hard that my choir practices will be in the morning, or else I doubt I can make it to anywhere. It's a real bummer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well anyway, I'll be doing some micro-blogging on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Twitter.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;with the alias &lt;strong&gt;pea_nut&lt;/strong&gt; if I really can't do any proper posts. I've been wondering what all the hype on Twitter is about, and now I know why lol. It's euphorically satisfying, hehe. Join me people! Join the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;dark side&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1761432015360939033?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1761432015360939033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1761432015360939033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1761432015360939033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1761432015360939033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-experiences-have-proved-that-it.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SbOvH2MP4jI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/kCRpApgYwII/s72-c/DSC00074_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-5285319650117060837</id><published>2009-03-02T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:13:40.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;You know your blog is in a deplorable state when you need to have FILLERS for posts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;8 Things You Never Realised But Are Probably ( not ) True:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;1. Mini M&amp;amp;Ms taste better than regular M&amp;amp;Ms because you can stuff more of them in your mouth at one go. Scientifically speaking, (or not) it has more surface area due to the fact that they're smaller in size, ergo, you get to taste more chocolate, lol. ( Chem lesson, anyone? )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;2. Eating milo powder is so much nicer than the drink itself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;3. We do the weirdest of things when we're alone, so much so that sometimes we suspect that we might just be bipolar. ( The only exceptions are me and my sister because we do them all the time)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;4. Air guitar is nearly as cool as playing real guitar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;5. Kids are smarter than their parents at the dumbest of things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;6. Piling up chicken bones on top of a newspaper article of someone you hate is very VERY satisfying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;7. Everyone loves popping bubble wrap&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;8. Coke Zero taste more sugary than normal coke.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm sorry, I just really can't do a proper post without finishing the paragraph about Oscar Night, all just because &lt;strong&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/strong&gt; hosted it! *grins*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5285319650117060837?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5285319650117060837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5285319650117060837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5285319650117060837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5285319650117060837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-your-blog-is-in-deplorable.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-5528218997869562066</id><published>2009-02-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:15:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I was actually intending to do a good post of the past week today, but looks like circumstance really hates me. I've barely managed to complete what's due tomorrow and I'm trying to get a grip on my ultimate inevitable sob story - math.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm actually sitting here thinking why in the name of all humanity did I ever choose to take math as a H2 subject. Lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5528218997869562066?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5528218997869562066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5528218997869562066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5528218997869562066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5528218997869562066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-actually-intending-to-do-good.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-4162290697641155706</id><published>2009-02-15T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:40:02.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;What a way to spend a week! NY Orientation 2009 was absolutely stellar, especially since 0934 or more affectionately known as Melman 9 is made up of such a great bunch of people, including our OG leaders. I think we're practically the smallest among the rest of the classes with only 15 girls and 3 guys but that sure didn't stop us from yelling and cheering our way to best orientation group ( OG ) for 2 days running. We were nearly loud enough to have my brain leak out of my ears but anyway, all of us were really hyped up for the 4 days of orientation. So we didn't win best OG in the end, big deal. We still kick butt, mwahaha! Although my throat felt like I drank something really nasty during the Choir auditions on Friday, it was more than worth it. Well anyway I did manage to get myself into Choir in the end so yay!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I can't really recall what exactly happened but anyway we had loads of fun mass dancing and cheering and me being stewpid again. Well how stewpid you ask? Enough to be able to memorise the whole Spongebob theme song and repeating in front of a crowd of nearly 50 or so. LOL. Honestly I remember the weirdest of things. In fact, I think I actually heard someone from the other tribe, Alex, who said ' oh my god ' out loud, maybe because it's just that NO ONE really goes as far as to memorise anything at all from a talking sponge show. HAHA. Well I did and I'm sort of proud of it even though I think I just successfully made myself appear insane in front of the whole of Alex 9, or actually the whole school for that matter since they actually taped me doing it and put it in the orientation 2009 video although it was a tad too pixelated to see my face clearly. But according to Yi Ling it was good enough for Zheng Yi ( I'm not sure if I got his name right, though. )&amp;nbsp; since he suspected that it was me. My class is probably gonna find out how nutty I can get sooner or later just like 4E did so it doesn't really matter, haha. Speaking about Zheng Yi ..&amp;nbsp; well I'll just type out our whole conversation here. Pardon the horrendously bad chinese and Singlish though, I can't be bothered at the moment. Not especially since I have to report to school at 7.30am ( the usual is 8.30 ) 80% of the days for the next 2 weeks. Not especially since 90% of that 80% starts the day off with &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE LESSONS&lt;/strong&gt;. At least tomorrow isn't one of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days. It starts off with General paper ( GP ) , yay! And we're not getting that really annoying lecturer for GP, so that's another good thing. Oh yes, the conversation :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;ZY : Ehh.. you take what subjects ah?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Me: H2 Lit, History and Math and H1 Geog&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( You'll be surprised at how many people think I'm taking H3 Math whenever I say ' History, Math' )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;ZY: Geog ah?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Me: Yeah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;ZY: Eh? Never take chem?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Me: No..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;ZY: Wah! 对不起 Mr Tien leh!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Me: 我 Chem 拿 A2 已经对不起他了 lor ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POINT IS&lt;/strong&gt; I felt very very very very very very ultramega guilty about not taking Chemistry as a H1 subject, at least. It was like reliving the whole chem-math dilemma I had at the very beginning. I just felt so schizophrenic choosing between the both of them. But I was just &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; freaking scared that another rerun of ' Chemistry S.P.A Screwage 101 ' would happen again, just as it did with the pipette in my first S.P.A exam, just as it did yet again during the actual O level practical ( I'd honestly rip the bunsen burner apart if I see it, regardless if it was my fault for screwing up or not. ) . I don't think I can face another beaker, white tile or coloured liquid/solution ( I still remember the difference ! * grins* ) without breaking down and bawling my eyes out on the spot. Ergo .. MATH. And that's the reason I'm stuck with so many blanks in my Binomial homework, just because I'm freaked out by a couple pieces of glass and apparatus. Whooo for math. I can safely say that at least a quarter of my class hates math now. LOL. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I should stop digressing already.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Orientation at Sentosa was fun! Okay, that was random, but it WAS fun. Except for the fact that we only got our pizzas for lunch at 3pm or something, and we actually went around the place chanting ' WE WANT PIZZA' . But that itself was fun! HAHA. Most of us stank up Vivocity . And that poor little kid sitting there had to suffocate in that little train thingy because of us. What a way for him to spend his birthday. 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Okay so it's missing the ears and the tail is kinda short.. and stumpy. But you gotta admit it's a really good job considering that we only had like a minute or less to put it together since it was part of a game, lol . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SZg0-qOf1vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/SuJpTRnEpq0/s1600-h/Melman%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="209" alt="Melman" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SZg0_MILP4I/AAAAAAAAA3k/mdaQJ3NVdBc/Melman_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="297" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; FOR THE WIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;We ended orientation with Disco Night! Which was awesome! Everyone went around forming trains of people at first until they didn't let us and we started crashing into circles of people dancing just for kicks. Of course, nothing's complete without a good round of mass dancing which we did, although everyone kept knocking into each other because there just wasn't enough space for 4 tribes to go around dancing to High School Musical 3's A Night to Remember and Janet Jackson's The Best Things in Life are Free. I'm still psyched about mass dance until now! Can't wait to do it again sometime LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Saturday night's dinner and Ministry of Food ( MoF) Suntec with the 4E gang was great! I was kind of budget-tight so I couldn't afford all the stuff with beef in it. And oh my gosh the salad there is the BOMB. Even just picking off the sauce from Kim's salad was incredible enough. But you can never go wrong with just a bowl of Udon. Udon is still the best, 2nd to sashimi. Sashimi RULES hands down. Me and Kim went all wide-eyed when Nigel said he didn't like sashimi. But then again I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; the only nut who doesn't like sweets, so, lol. It feels like such a long time since I met them. It's really nice to finally be able to catch up with the gang. I know lots of them were terribly amazed that I got into Choir .. actually I am to, since I always though that I sang like a hoarse horse but I just went to try it out for fun. Everything for kicks! I was kinda miffed that they only gave me half an Oreo for my frappe though. The frappe shown in the menu had a whole Oreo in it, &lt;strong&gt;clearly&lt;/strong&gt;. Man I want my full Oreo!! Apart from that downer I think everyone got a little high on dessert ( FYI, the frappe &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; my dessert, lol. ) . How else can you explain Jiahui randomly picking up stuff from her ice cream thing? Imagine this, you're a quarter way through your frappe and a little loopy at that from all the caffeine rush, and then someone taking a scoop of her ice cream stares at the spoon and suddenly goes like " CORNFLAKE!! There's a cornflake in my ICE CREAM! " and you wonder what has gone wrong with the world to have a cornflake end up in an ice cream. And there was a sudden debate about whether the cube thing Jiahui picked up yet again in her ice cream was agar-agar or something else, lol. I shall put up the photos we took once JJ uploads them onto Facebook.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's gonna be a night, to remember ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-4162290697641155706?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4162290697641155706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=4162290697641155706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4162290697641155706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4162290697641155706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-way-to-spend-week-ny-orientation.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SZg0x1AnJqI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/o9ZzIiezjPo/s72-c/2154_2563323317904142943_2119_n_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-2695652862110319167</id><published>2009-02-14T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:30:16.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Dudes, dudettes, I know I owe everyone and myself a good post after a week's hiatus but I was just too flipping exhausted after the whole orientation week to do so. Just to satisfy some people who are curious about what went on, it was a BLAST, I'll just leave it at that for the moment. But but but anyway, more about it later after I come back from dinner with the 4E gang if I'm not too tired. And I've got to try to do some of the binomial homework. My cruddy cruddy binomial homework . Looks like my carelessness is already kicking in. I just spent half an hour on one question just because I didn't realised that I wrote the wrong sign down. Super.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;MASS DANCE FOR THE WIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#79bcff"&gt;MELMAN FOR THE WIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008040"&gt;0934 FOR THE WIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;4E FOR THE WIN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2695652862110319167?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2695652862110319167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2695652862110319167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2695652862110319167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2695652862110319167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/dudes-dudettes-i-know-i-owe-everyone.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-5769874885878293046</id><published>2009-02-08T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:43:07.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm officially not part of Nanyang's Art Elective Programme ( AEP ), and I don't give a care about it to be honest. So, hoo-ah! And in your face to everyone who thinks I'm not worthy, because &lt;strong&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. Well, it does suck to be rejected for the second time, but it's just a kick in the shin now, a stab in the toe, jab in the eye, you name it. I'll just have fun doodling and everything! Besides, taking English Literature and AEP together would be a definite overkill through and through. Plus I'll have enough buttkicking done by H2 math and that freaky math lecturer. She honestly scares me! It's only the first two H2 math lectures and I'm already having some problems comprehending a couple of the funky A level Binomial stuff. So it's probably gonna be Alex my O level math tutor to the rescue once again! But anyway, English Lit is so much fun! We were just given our first assignment on Friday and it's the coolest one yet. We're meant to pick any song and present it's meaning to the whole class. I think everyone was pretty psyched about it, hehe. Oh but can you believe it, I actually made 3 new friends just being late on Friday because I forgot that they started 15 minutes earlier, lol!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Possible song choices :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The Masterplan by Oasis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Boston by Augustana&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Wide Awake by Audioslave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;White Winter Hymnal/ Blue Ridge Mountains by Fleet Foxes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Seems like everyone's pretty busy now since most of the poly people are preoccupied with jobs, so only me Kim and JR were able to go back to Nan Chiau on Friday after my lectures. I have a direct bus from school to Nan Chiau, mwahaha, sweet! Although there was hardly anyone there for some reason so we chatted in the canteen for a couple of hours and went to Long Johns for dinner. Honestly, I have no idea what happened this year, EVERYONE used to stay back on Fridays! It's like a tradition of some sort. It's the first time I've seen 4E locked up tight at 5pm . The auntie must be flipping happy now that our batch is gone, lol. Actually , she does seem like some sort of excruciatingly burdensome load has been lifted from her shoulders the couple of times we saw her in Compass Point. We must really have been huge thorns in her flesh because she's totally giving us the cold shoulder whenever we said ' Hi ' , lol. Well, at least to me. I think she even gave me the stink eye once.. *shudders* . I hope we can go back there again though with everyone there. It stinks when you can't find anyone remotely recognisable within a 500 meters radius . It's actually only a week since I've seen everyone but it feels like eons. I miss everyone man, I'd give a week's pocket money ( that's all I can afford now ) just to study in NCHS with all the 4E peeps again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;We're gonna have our running-around orientation starting from tomorrow, yay! I'm hoping they won't make us to anything stupid or deathly embarrassing. At least I'll get a chance to wear my NCHS green PE tee since they didn't let us in secondary school, lol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;d&lt;/font&gt; PE tees for the win!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5769874885878293046?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5769874885878293046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5769874885878293046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5769874885878293046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5769874885878293046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-officially-not-part-of-nanyangs-art.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-2204432393290872993</id><published>2009-02-03T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:40:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's Day 2 of Nanyang's academic orientation and I no doubt am feeling much better than yesterday. Today was great! While the rest of the JC1s in Singapore are probably having mass dances and running wild amok the school, we're probably the only ones having the first slice of college life. There's this really cool teacher that took us for the History so start off the day with. It's a real shame that he's only teaching the H1 kids so me and Eunice probably won't be getting him as our lecturer. Although I nearly fell asleep during the H1 Chinese lecture. Oh man, but at least I wasn't alone, even Corliss was gonna nod off halfway and I saw a couple of other kids sleeping right smack in front of the lecturer as well, lol. So much for Chinese, I think I'm gonna have a hard time with it since there's no more newspaper report writings anymore, crud it. It's terrible to know that I have to start writing some fanciful Chinese gibberish from now on to pass it - &lt;strong&gt;500&lt;/strong&gt; words ( minimum ) full of fanciful Chinese gibberish , rather. You wouldn't believe how adventurous we were on the 2nd day, , Yi Ling actually suggested to skip the PE lesson at the end and we nearly went through with it, lol. Skipping lessons already! On the first week of school! But anyway, maybe I should have . They totally ran us dry during PE with all the running and everything , I felt like a wet sock after that. They have no mercy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;This so isn't going down as how I planned lol. Oh well, in the words of Bob Dylan, The Times they are A-Changin' , and some of it really really sucks. But anyway for everything else it's all good. Besides, they sell &lt;strong&gt;smoothies,&lt;/strong&gt; haha! How cool is that ?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMOOTHIES!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;( And waffles with cheese! Incredible stuff. )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2204432393290872993?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2204432393290872993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2204432393290872993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2204432393290872993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2204432393290872993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-day-2-of-nanyangs-academic.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-6571570485271836603</id><published>2009-02-02T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:44:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm still in a deplorable state right now. Everything about today was all good right up to the point where I just had to go for that dumb Art Elective Programme ( AEP )&amp;nbsp; aptitude test. Or rather, right up where I just had to go for that dumb AEP aptitude test and just blew it out the window, tossed it out of the can, hurled it all the way to Alaska, or whatever other weird metaphors I can possibly come up with. In other words, I totally suck crap at painting and should never have stupidly sat down on that chair like a fool when she mentioned ' drawing and &lt;strong&gt;painting&lt;/strong&gt; ' because I paint like a kindergarten kid. I've seriously humiliated myself in front of all the other big guns with their A1s for Art and thrashing painting skills to boot. I could never stand up to any one of them (&amp;nbsp; not even those that DIDNT take Art ) . What was I thinking, trying to get into AEP with a puny B3 to prove nuts. NUTS. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I'm nuts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-6571570485271836603?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6571570485271836603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=6571570485271836603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6571570485271836603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6571570485271836603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-in-deplorable-state-right-now.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-2747384786327733766</id><published>2009-02-01T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:38:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's the first day of friggin February, which means it's the end of Space month on National Geographic. No more 12 hour sleeps , Ellen Degeneres, Time Warp and Mythbusters , and my Assassin will virtually be stuck in the recesses of&amp;nbsp; all things maple for another half a year at level 59. I know I know, for those going to polytechnics you guys'll only have to worry about that 3 months later. I'm totally rubbing it in for myself , lol. But I still can't believe school officially starts tomorrow, which is freaky, considering how 3 months of holidays is still far from enough. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;This is madness, this is THE END OF ALL THINGS FUN.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Apart from the over-dramatization, everything's alright though. I'm not particularly psyched about starting school tomorrow, not to mention not going back to the familiar sights and sounds of Nan Chiau, but Nanyang's not too bad I guess. Plus we're not gonna have any lessons on the first day because it's orientation, hehehe. Although I don't really see the point in having 3 hours till 3pm to decide on our subject combinations, seriously. Well, tons of school people are going there anywhere so I guess it won't be too strange. Plus I get to wear my new sneakers ! Mwahaha! I shall ( hopefully ) update about my first day of school tomorrow. And I've seriously got to get myself to sleep. I'm telling you, I can't sleep!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Rofl, LZ just showed me this video half an hour ago ( well, I was busy - packing actually. ) and it's downright hilarious! This is for anyone who plays Resident Evil ( RE ) or likes playing Resident Evil. Also only for those who can tolerate weird accents. You either hate the guy or think he's awesome:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:078fc211-6d24-4457-9077-698c683b9088" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qv88OYn5ZUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qv88OYn5ZUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;The only thing I'm sad about is that RE 5 looks stellar but then again, even if I can afford it, I can't afford buying a PS3. Here it goes again, the pain of not being able to have the next generation of consoles! IT BURNS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;' I'm a speedy ninja! '&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2747384786327733766?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2747384786327733766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2747384786327733766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2747384786327733766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2747384786327733766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-first-day-of-friggin-february-which.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-7501761756335948421</id><published>2009-01-30T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:45:29.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;So after much convincing and debating with my mom, I've finally decided to appeal for Saint Andrew's. Although I'm kinda half wishing it wouldn't be successful lol. It's seriously nuts this year since Kim was telling me over msn from JiaHui house ( they're all napping except her lol ) that so many people couldn't get into Nanyang even though they did pretty well. So I guess I'm one of the lucky ones. But anyway, I'm like, having a massive problem just figuring out how to fill in the appeal form because there's this little question at the end that says ' Why do you wish to join SAJC ' and I have honestly no clue what to fill in. My mom says I have to sound honest and sincere but the problem is that I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; feel at all honest &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; sincere in wanting to join SAJC , lol. And I can't even find a working pen around here to fill it in anyway! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well so now I'm done with it, and I feel totally icky after filling in the last question because I gave such a corny answer. And I don't even believe what I wrote lol. It's bootlicking at it's worst. But who cares! God will let me join Saint Andrew's if he wants, even if I wrote some crap like ' screw you, just let me in' , mwahaha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7501761756335948421?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7501761756335948421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7501761756335948421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7501761756335948421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7501761756335948421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-after-much-convincing-and-debating.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-4090947378522457280</id><published>2009-01-30T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:09:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Blast it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;It's like, JAE all over again. My mom woke me up like half an hour ago to tell me that I've been posted to Nanyang JC. Well it isn't exactly a bad thing, I'm pretty happy to go there although the apparent inability to get into Saint Andrew's is bloody sickening. Like ' SAINT ANDREW'S JUNIOR COLLEGE HAS &lt;strong&gt;REJECTED&lt;/strong&gt; YOU ' . Harsh. But anyway what's more of a pain in the butt is that I have to choose between appealing to Saint Andrew's or just sticking with Nanyang. Ergo, JAE all over again! I'm tired of choosing, really. I was so fed up the first time I did it, lol. So much for the ' If God wants me to get into Nanyang, he'll lower Saint Andrew's cut off point' theory. I never foresaw this coming lol. It's a &lt;strong&gt;conspiracy!&lt;/strong&gt; And my mom's trying to get me to appeal as well.. but I don't feel like doing it, frankly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Coin toss anyone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Oh crud. I'm seriously messed up, I can't even find a coin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-4090947378522457280?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4090947378522457280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=4090947378522457280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4090947378522457280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4090947378522457280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-it.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-8529856111265271931</id><published>2009-01-26T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:16:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;AWRIGHT! My mom just bought us a new TV ! Our current one is really in the dumps and it should belong in the dumps because I can't stand having green lines scrawled all across Jamie's face when I watch Mythbusters. We're apparently gonna get the one like Kim's this Wednesday, oh yeah ~ How can I ever sit through watching the Oscars with Hugh Jackman's charming face ruined by a 6 year old TV? LOL. But the only killjoy is that it's a bloody inch smaller than the current one because we have to fit it inside the blasted cabinet thingy that we can't dismantle. I seriously wanna kick it apart piece by piece, screw by screw, bolt by bolt and then send it to the youtube show 'Will it blend' and watch it get dumped into a running blender. Like this -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:6b5d8945-d658-457d-b96c-5148363fd45b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l69Vi5IDc0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l69Vi5IDc0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Glowing smoothies that lasts for 12 hours - &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; . Anyway the bunch of us had a stellar time going back to Nan Chiau again, haha. We're just so psyched to have 3B win the CNY deco thingy this round! So that's 3 years in a row for Mr Tien , and our hard work paid off along with those of the 3B peeps, yeah ~ We were pretty hyped up on Friday, yelling and cheering and all from the back of the hall although we probably couldn't be heard far up in front. Especially since we're gonna have this little group thing started up soon that's so cool cos we get to go back and visit everyone &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; eat cheese tofus &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; see each other &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; we get CIP hours for it.&lt;strong&gt; Psyyyyyyyyyched!&lt;/strong&gt; It's crackin' awesome, mwahahaha! And what better way to go than head to Hougang Plaza for a bit of a pool session there after the whole thing, although me and MJ had to borrow some of Kim's clothes because the lady didn't wanna let us in with our school PE shirts on. Killjoy. She could do without making a face at us. But anyway me and Kim didn't do too badly against a seasoned player like JR and MJ. In fact we actually beat them - twice, just to have some bragging rights as pool noobs, LOL. I'm really looking forward to heading back there for another pool session, the people there are pretty nice , like the guy who poked me ( real hard ) by accident with his stick , lol. I'm not very used to having 19 -year- olds ( or so ) apologising to me so it was preeetty awkward.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;And oh my goodness I was just youtube surfing and I came across one of my subscribed videos from LaBlogotheque with Fleet Foxes in it and they're amazing - like The Beatles and The BeeGees all rolled into one. And I know, loads of people will wanna stone me for this, but I think The Beatles actually aren't that good as they are famous. To be honest, I like The BeeGees better although The Beatles totally pwn at songwriting. But anyway, Fleet Foxes are like the best of both worlds so hey, they're seriously good. I love Take Away Shows a lot because they're so raw, it's just the band and the camera and nothing else . Aw man I think I'm gonna&amp;nbsp; die trying to get all the albums I want. I haven't even got my hands on King of Leon's album yet. And my iPod is like, spaceless. Oh, the pain of only having 2GB worth of space , how terrible it is. Plus, Psapp's coming to town for the Mosaic Music Festival in bloody March and I doubt I'll have enough time or money to catch even a glimpse of them. It's the 2nd time I'll be missing out on the fun since I couldn't attend Sondre Lerche's gig last year. Daww.. it's a real shame.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;I think I sound like I'm drunk here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;Well so here's the Fleet Foxes, in all their untampered glory:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:71df3cc6-5fe5-48b3-ae24-0eb68965144d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1tbX_NJn98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1tbX_NJn98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blue Ridge Mountains&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="1"&gt;Lie down with me my dear, &lt;br&gt;Lie down. &lt;br&gt;Under stormy night, tell nobody. &lt;br&gt;My brother where do you intend to go tonight? &lt;br&gt;I heard that you missed your connecting flight, &lt;br&gt;To the blue ridge mountains, over near Tennessee. &lt;br&gt;You're ever welcome with me any time you like, &lt;br&gt;Let's drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes, &lt;br&gt;So no one gets worried, no. &lt;br&gt;So no one gets worried, no. &lt;br&gt;But if Sean don't get careless, &lt;br&gt;I'm sure it'll be fine. &lt;br&gt;I love you, I love you, &lt;br&gt;Oh brother of mine. &lt;br&gt;In the quivering forest, &lt;br&gt;Where the shivering dog rests, &lt;br&gt;Our good grandfather&lt;br&gt;Built a wooden nest. &lt;br&gt;And the river got frozen, &lt;br&gt;And the home got snowed in, &lt;br&gt;And a yellow moon glowed bright, &lt;br&gt;Till the morning light. &lt;br&gt;Terrible am I child? &lt;br&gt;Even if you don't mind, &lt;br&gt;In the quivering forest, &lt;br&gt;Where the shivering dog rests, &lt;br&gt;Our good grandfather&lt;br&gt;Built a wooden nest.&lt;br&gt;And the river got frozen, &lt;br&gt;And the home got snowed in, &lt;br&gt;And a yellow moon glowed bright,&lt;br&gt;Till the morning light. &lt;br&gt;Terrible am I child? &lt;br&gt;Even if you don't mind, &lt;br&gt;No.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;I &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;want&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;to eat a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="5"&gt;CORNDOG.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#003d59" size="1"&gt;( I'm hungry. And I haven't tried one of those! Corndogs ~ )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8529856111265271931?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8529856111265271931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8529856111265271931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8529856111265271931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8529856111265271931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/awright-my-mom-just-bought-us-new-tv.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-670387053975469440</id><published>2009-01-19T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:42:28.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Looks like lots of people want in on the fun! Even Eileen is coming to help us to help Mr Tien's class in the Chinese New Year deco tomorrow, whooo ~ Well, to sum today up in 5 minutes since I only had 45 minutes to use the computer today ( and mom still says I'm playing non-stop, sheesh ) it felt right at home doing up lanterns and stuff. If you're wondering when ang baos can ever be fun, it's now. Feels kinda nostalgic, reminds us of the shenanigans we all always got into in our sec 3 and 4 days. We even said hi to the auntie who always chased us out for being the last class to lock up, hehe (she still hates us, I'd bet) .. ehh.. but it seemed like she didn't recognise us or something, hmm. Anyway, it's not like tertiary education is gonna allow us to do anymore decorating so we might as well join in the fun now while it lasts eh? Although we couldn't do it as if it were our own class now but nonetheless it's great to be back! Or sort of.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Besides, we sure did "liven" the class up while crapping around and cracking "ball jokes" all the way back home , hehe. It's really uncanny how the 5 of us can laugh at the dumbest of things like spiky lanterns and unnerving moments of silence. Ooh ooh and me and MJ even got to sneak back into good ol' 4E to ransack the cupboard and I got my shoebox back! Hahaha. I totally forgot to take it back last year. Too bad the sick bottle of stuff that the guys concocted with sushi and soya sauce ( plus loads of other unknown stuff ) wasn't there anymore, probably dumped by the classroom residents from 4I. Well, I wouldn't blame them for it anyway, it looked really nasty to begin with lol. Even though it was our class , I still felt pretty sinister to have to like secretly go back in there. Oh hey, technically we aren't even doing anything wrong since the back door was already unlocked anyway ( A lucky try by me, I was near-hysterical when the door came open ) and we &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; taking back only what belonged to us, so to the people who saw us from outside the classroom and probably thought that we were mugging them in broad daylight : I'd take more than a rotten &lt;strong&gt;shoebox &lt;/strong&gt;( with no shoe ) if I really wanted to mug you guys , and &lt;strong&gt;mwahahaha! IT'S OUR STUFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Just being random for a bit, I feel like watching that Chandni Chowk to China show. The title's really catchy, and what the hey, they have a guy named &lt;strong&gt;Chopstick&lt;/strong&gt; in there ! LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;FIN'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-670387053975469440?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/670387053975469440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=670387053975469440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/670387053975469440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/670387053975469440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/looks-like-lots-of-people-want-in-on.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-7948529558521603514</id><published>2009-01-15T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:00:34.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;It's nearly the end of Thursday and I'm still stuck in the recesses of indecision. To top it off, I'm feeling kinda bipolar right now because part of me is convinced to put Saint Andrew's down as first choice so that if God doesn't want me to go there, he can just reduce the cut off point by 1, ergo, I'll go to Nanyang instead. LOL. But then again, Nanyang's EL Lit programme is just so promising that it's hard to give up. Who can give up sitting on cushions instead of chairs and getting &lt;strong&gt;FREE PASSES TO STAGE PLAYS&lt;/strong&gt;. Not me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="5"&gt;-- 1 hour later --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Oh never mind. That previous paragraph was like, an hour ago or so and well, I just entered the whole thingy a few seconds ago. At least I don't need to care about it. Although I just gave up sitting on cushions and free passes to stage plays *groans*. You'll never guess how hard it was for me to choose Saint Andrew's instead. I had to close all the internet explorer windows with Nanyang's website on it or I would have been sorely tempted to choose otherwise. My mom was also trying to convince me to put Temasek down even though I told her that the only way that they're ever gonna accept me is if I ripped off my butt and offered it to them as a sacrifice. Nevertheless, I'm a free person now, yay! Oh yes, and I settled with Saint Andrew's first and I am proud to say that I did put Raffles in one of the blanks just for kicks. Ooh and I just found my entry proof all nice and intact. Don't know why but I feel stupidly happy when I look at it, hehe. * Grins*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Sweet!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonnie:&lt;/strong&gt; Somebody help him! He can't swim!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh he's not even kicking. Kick, Joe, kick!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lois:&lt;/strong&gt; Peter, he's a paraplegic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter:&lt;/strong&gt; That doesn't mean he can't hear! Kick, Joe, kick!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Fin'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7948529558521603514?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7948529558521603514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7948529558521603514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7948529558521603514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7948529558521603514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-nearly-end-of-thursday-and-im-still.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-1633190153098387173</id><published>2009-01-14T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:25:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Let's scissors-paper-stone all the way to tertiary education now, shall we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Seems like everyone's having really big dilemmas on where to go next now. Well I can't decide on anything either. Whether to go to Saint Andrew's or Nanyang, whether to just randomly put 'Raffles Junior College' as my last 4 choices just because I wanna give the administrator a harder time for kicks, whether 11 ( without reduction yet)&amp;nbsp; is a good score or a bad score or no score at all, or if Art was my forte at all ( I'm thinking of a no here ) .. so there's somewhat of a roundup of my grim little sob story of January the 12th 2009, which - for most people who aren't taking their Os - is something no one gives a crap about. And for a day that majority of the world's population don't care about, it &lt;strong&gt;sucked&lt;/strong&gt; pretty badly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;But anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who was there when I was bawling incessantly over my predicted B3 for Art after Charmaine told me what Miss Kong said, which was &lt;strong&gt;sorely&lt;/strong&gt; accurate, and also those who kept me sane while I thought that I was the one who got a B for combined science, not that an A2 was any bloody better. And I still maintain the notion that it was partly because of that notorious bunsen burner at the side seat on 3rd bench in Chemistry Lab 1 ( I think I remembered this wrongly though. ) . So whoever's using it now, watch out dude. Not that it wasn't mine too, although I didn't remember doing anything out of whatever we were taught, but for whatever reason. Well I just don't know, I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life anyway, so no use going all teary eyed now since I already did that yesterday. Although I was massively surprised when my Emath was better than my Amath, lol. I never thought&amp;nbsp; I'd live to see that day but well, I'm still very much alive to have gone all wide-eyed when (mr) Tien asked me to predict my results and in the end .. there you have it. Nothing in my report card makes sense, actually. I even had to ask JiaHui to help me tear the edges of the form just to make sure that I wouldn't accidentally rip off the whole thing across in anger/hysteria/insanity/blurred vision from all the crying ( we don't want to wet the nicely folded envelope into a pulp now do we? ). Anyway, I have a bad reputation for not being able to tear perforated edges in a straight line and since JiaHui was more eager than me, she might as well just do it lol. Just so you know, I'm a total knucklehead when it comes to paperwork or forms or anything of that sort. In the first place, I didn't even know that the L1R5 was found in the spiffy envelope thing and I was desperately searching for it in the other card until she came along. I thought that was a very.. odd moment to be stupid in. It's a stupid moment to be stupid in, if I do say so myself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Talking about an anti climax, the speech powerpoint thing before the whole thing was very very nerve wracking but just to let out a moment of satisfaction, hey, we actually beat our seniors even if it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; just by 0.2. HAH! Now whoever who wasn't surprised about it then, go eat a sock because that was totally unexpected. And I'm very proud to be mates with the pure Biology people in our class who just made Mrs Chew more than twice as happy than she already would have been with a really nice 80% + distinction for it, keep kicking butt! Lol! I'll really miss everyone when we're all going separate ways. Classmates, schoolmates, teachers, crapping, staying back in school real late , the table outside the staff room where we can still get the air-con, the really cranky auntie, our really awesome classroom right smack beside the toilet ( It's &lt;strong&gt;OUR SPOT&lt;/strong&gt;! We want it back!! ) , canteen food , cheese tofus especially (daww...they're really super.. ) and.. and well NCHS in general. Even though it's not perfect but it was a great ride of 4 years and I don't regret originally wanting to come here, and I don't regret actually coming here. I don't even regret thrashing that cupboard last year while trying to clean it up , LOL. Weapons of mass destruction. I wonder where it is now. Whatever it was, we sure left our mark in NCHS history ( like the cupboard ) .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Well as for the people taking the Os this year, in your face it's your turn now ( just to gloat a little now that it's over, hehe), I'm sure you guys won't get creamed by Cambridge, check your bunsen burners before using them , and remember to let your friends open it for you if you're crying too hard and ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;Your score's in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;purple&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; envelope. Not orange. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;( Don't be a dolt and look in there like me. )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1633190153098387173?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1633190153098387173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1633190153098387173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1633190153098387173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1633190153098387173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-scissors-paper-stone-all-way-to.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-1691471991287317490</id><published>2009-01-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:07:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710"&gt;Great balls of fire!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710"&gt;It's like a couple hours before the moment of truth. And cripes, I'm sure everyone is either sleeping or freaking out , or sleep-freaking out right now. It's a major pain sleeping when there's a possibly grimmer prospect to be waking up to in the morning - believe me I've had enough of nightmarish dreams about O levels - it's like sitting for it all over again. Awfully creepy (you'll see why after 3 times) , and maybe that's the reason why I'm still very much awake at 12.47AM blogging here, on my un-blogged blog which has been in the dumps ever since my life is mostly made up of mapling, going out, and all that jazz. It seems that I have more of a life when it's school than during the holidays, hehe. No more in-class shenanigans to get into, no more shocking revelations ( well, hardly anyway ) , no more recess-gossip , staying back until night, getting the auntie angry because we stay back until night, no more .. CHEESE TOFU. And people to share it with. Maaaann this burns, I actually wanna go back to school even though home is fun too. LOL. To make it worse, the 'K' on my keyboard isn't working well again, grrr. Not that it was anything to do with the situation at hand..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710"&gt;Oh well, I've already resolved not to freak out as of yet. &lt;strong&gt;Yet.&lt;/strong&gt; But it's a whole 'nother thing at 2pm, and I just can't bear hearing Mr Ong's would-be looooong speech and announcement of the statistics. The climax build up is so not fun. Well..all the best to everyone tomorrow anyway yeah? I'm pretty much sane now but I guess i'll be hysterical by later today. &lt;strong&gt;Hysterical&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710" size="6"&gt;Hysterical!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4b2710" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1691471991287317490?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1691471991287317490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1691471991287317490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1691471991287317490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1691471991287317490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-balls-of-fire-its-like-couple.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-2245686111442683839</id><published>2008-12-02T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:01:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Awright awright!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I've managed to bag a load of CDs from Gramophone's clearance sale! So yes, I'm pretty contented at the moment, hehe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Fine, so 4 CDs and 1 DVD isn't really a ' load '&amp;nbsp; but anyway, I spent 40 bucks on them which is the first time I've spent so much at one place buying stuff and I really don't think I have to heart to splurge in such magnitude ever again. Well, then again, just to *ahem* clear my guilty conscience, it isn't every day that you get a clearance sale at one of the biggest and awesome-mest CD shop now do you? To be honest, the amount of stuff that I gathered before sorting them out was seriously, seriously huge. I daresay that I had the biggest bag of stuff in Gramophone at that point. And oh gosh, the pain of putting them back into the shelves just because I didn't have enough money was... traumatising. Especially when I saw Grey's Anatomy Season 2 selling at half the original price... man, I nearly flipped out. But anyway, I suppose contentment is the greatest joy (aw, that's a load of crap. lol) so I just settled with: Audioslave's Revelations&amp;nbsp; , The Hives' Black and White, Oasis' Standing on the Shoulder of Giants , Kinesis' Handshake for Bullets (which was a gamble; I've never heard them before but they're actually pretty darn good, yeah.) and the one I'm most proud of - David Bowie's Black Tie White Noise DVD. Heck, I was grinning to myself like an idiot while staring at it so, yeah.. although that was only until Eunice told me when we were in Mos Burger that she saw loads of other David Bowie albums but she didn't know I liked David Bowie, lol. Oh well.. you win some you lose some I guess. Like how I settled my dilemma in choosing either one of Audioslave's albums by scissor-paper-stoning with JiaJia - Like how I always solve anything at all, lol. Good ol' fuss-free scissor-paper-stone with no inkling of common sense, personal debate, logical thinking or self-reasoning involved at all - a great way to solve any problem !&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXm0l5XgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6pnZ3qix7vc/s1600-h/Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER13%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXm0l5XgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6pnZ3qix7vc/s1600-h/Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER13%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="348" alt="Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER132" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXojNWTqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/xjhxE1yzgQA/Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER13%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audioslave&lt;/strong&gt; is probably gonna be one of my favourite bands sooner or later (soon, I think) cos they're just out of this world. Tom Morello is already phenomenal himself, and Chris Cornell's lyrics are by far one of the best I've heard in my opinion, so critics, bawl your heads out. There's something about their bassist, Tim Commerford, that I really like, although I can't quite put my finger on it.. hmm.. lol. Well, I dont know, I like it that Audioslave doesn't neglect featuring the bass despite having one of the top guitarists around to boot (I'm referring to Morello, with a really catchy surname as well, lol) . Tim Commerford just makes me wanna learn the bass guitar even more , and Brad Wilk is stellar on drums as well. Amazing, amazing band (3rd only to Queen and Oasis of course) . My only regret is that I found out about them after they disbanded. It's a shame, really.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXpRigzCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/UixRqTp4oKA/s1600-h/1239741157_79b64f0b1e_m4.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="345" alt="1239741157_79b64f0b1e_m" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXqjIlkWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/uu9mn-vagAg/1239741157_79b64f0b1e_m_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="345" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXm0l5XgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6pnZ3qix7vc/s1600-h/Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER13%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;You've got 5 funky guys all rolled into one rock band, coupled with awesome chemistry, rocking guitar, drumming that gets you headbanging like a nut and a lead singer that's absolutely weird in all the good ways. Plus, they're Swedish , although I don't exactly know myself how this is an extra perk, maybe it's because Sweden has all the flipping good stuff ( Think of Ikea, think of the meatballs!! ) , but anyway, all of it summed up will give you &lt;strong&gt;The Hives&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; No really, their meatballs are&lt;strong&gt; TOPS&lt;/strong&gt;. (Just sidetracking a little)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXsU0bBgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ThkL7ijDVsY/s1600-h/2131549439_2d093a62294.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="349" alt="2131549439_2d093a6229" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXtSgSlYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Zy730eh7bEs/2131549439_2d093a6229_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;There is nothing more to say, when you're talking about &lt;strong&gt;Oasi&lt;/strong&gt;s because they're too awesome.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXuJ-GkTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/06DNYtg1TXs/s1600-h/2187112817_4288ba712a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="367" alt="2187112817_4288ba712a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXvMh7gpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/xmAH_gMa41g/2187112817_4288ba712a_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="372" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; Similarly, there's nothing to say about the ever-charismatic, multi-talented &lt;strong&gt;David Bowie&lt;/strong&gt; ( Also, like the ever-charismatic, multi-talented Hugh Jackman) because he's too darn good. Lol. Listening to&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;The Thin White Duke and Oasis will blow your mind (or at least, mine, lol) .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I'm reaaaaallly glad I bought all those albums,&amp;nbsp; hehe, and they're cheap(&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt;) of course so yay! Lol. Even Kinesis' Handshakes for Bullets (the one I randomly bought for a dollar) was pretty good too, yeahh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;OMGOSH, CHARMAINE WAT CHED NARUTO AND SHE LIKES IT NOW! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;YEAAAAY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXv8jeFUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/eY7dkW_CWt0/s1600-h/NaRuTo____by_mmbbrngsdlmpsgn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="429" alt="NaRuTo____by_mmbbrngsdlmpsgn" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXwrYOG8I/AAAAAAAAAog/JdY8iR3JUcU/NaRuTo____by_mmbbrngsdlmpsgn_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Lol I know that's pretty random but anyway I'm happy that there's another addition to the very-unofficial NFC ( Naruto Fan Club, anyone? ) which means that there's always another nutter out there constantly watching Naruto or Naruto Shipuudden until the producers are tired of writing anymore Naruto episodes or until we grow old and have kids and have no time to catch up on another few hundred episodes of it. Anyway, we had a discussion on msn the other day (I always forget dates) about anything Naruto-ish, including how Charmaine thought Sasuke in Naruto Shipuudden was apparently 'Sex on legs' and Neji 'Sexy' , both which I respectfully disagree , lol. But anyway someone finally understands how how cool Orochimaru is for me to use him as my email, albeit being a little disgusting with his Jutsus and all, hehe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;And Im still dying for a Hamburger phone a la Juno, lol.Hamburger phone Hamburger phone~ it's about US$ 14.37 on eBay , even though my mom isn't exactly fond of ordering anything off the net, but I shall try to convince her, because Hamburger phones kick butt. I might even quote Juno saying "Hold on, I'm on my hamburger phone" just for kicks, lol. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the hamburger phone!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXyEqULoI/AAAAAAAAAok/4dv3qqiU52o/s1600-h/2969624453_7edfdb7d496.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img height="268" alt="2969624453_7edfdb7d49" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXzLNPnbI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WEHvTWlKSg4/2969624453_7edfdb7d49_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Does anyone realise how we're having a string of films with really&amp;nbsp; dumb titles infesting the cinemas? It started with 'Beverly Hills Chihuahua' - dumb because Chihuahuas are just about the worst animals you can ever make a movie out of, in my opinion, with their big bulging oversized freaky eyes - and I really don't need to know where they're from. It's as stupid as naming your dog '&lt;strong&gt; Kimchi '&lt;/strong&gt; (Believe it, I saw it in the newspaper) because putting ourselves in their shoes , I don't think anyone likes to be called Pickle or Tuna Casserole now do we? But if anything is ridiculous, naming it ' Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' will be the ultimate. Just try saying it yourself, you'll be stumped wondering how Mary Poppins does it. Y'know, like " Mom! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious just ate Gary the hamster!" or "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious stop chewing on the wires or you'll be getting an Afro tomorrow" and if it ever gets lost... then .. well, we can just break into song then, lol. ( Just wondering but does anyone remember Mary Poppins? Cos if not then everything i've said was just a load of crap)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;By the way, if anyone is willing to dedicate a day for a gaming marathon, pleeeaaaassseee tell me? It's gets awfully dull sometimes just playing all by my lonesome, lol. Starcraft, Diablo II, DotA, Maple... anything at all!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Even&lt;strong&gt; Neopets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;The class outing a couple of days back was slightly more sedated than usual, but some of the best things in life and things we love (just to paraphrase Rove) aren't always adrenaline-filled, like sitting our butts off on a huge rock to see the sunset ( A real beaut, I must admit) , catching absolutely weird shots of everyone on your camera except yourself (right JJ? Lol) and messing around with free makeup from magazines that come in bizarre colours , yeah? I shan't post anything about the class outing without any pictures from JJ though. It won't do it any justice!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; By the way, Carmen has this really cool competition thing going on for her and her mates called N.Emation, and they're attempting to use rotoscoping in their animation, which is all the more cooler since it's the same technology featured in A Scanner Darkly , if any of you have heard of the movie. It's for mature audiences only , so I couldn't watch it even though it has Robert Downey Jr. in it, lol. Oh fine, I'm just compelled to say that a'right? Heh. Anyway Keanu Reeves is there too so, yeah, if that makes it any more interesting for you lot. Well anyway, for those who aren't in my church and have no clue to who Carmen is (as well as those who do of course) , check out her and her team ' &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nemation.sg/perspectives.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#7ed02d"&gt;Perspectives&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; ' on their page and support them as a fan, yeah? (I've included a link: Green words are linked) I know it's kinda daft cos people might think I'm a sci-fi infocomm robotics thingamajig nut or something (well, that's partly it, hehe) but I just thought I was so cool of them to do something like it. I know you gotta register and all that crap but it's really quick , honest! Like &lt;strong&gt;Lightspeed&lt;/strong&gt;! Lol!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I just realised I used the word 'cool' like 3 times in the last paragraph alone. You guys must be sick of me word-binging, huh, lol.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I'm so gonna have to find a substitute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; " Hold on, I'm on my hamburger phone." - Juno&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2245686111442683839?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2245686111442683839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2245686111442683839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2245686111442683839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2245686111442683839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/12/awright-awright-ive-managed-to-bag-load.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/STQXojNWTqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/xjhxE1yzgQA/s72-c/Audioslave___Revelations_by_QUAKER13%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-8848703932361779865</id><published>2008-11-20T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:40:06.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Yeaaaah~ I made it back alive! Whoop dee doo. It was pretty b-o-r-i-n-g as usual, neh. Ohoh but I did manage to find Dragonforce's Ultra Beatdown at less that 10 bucks which is a maaaajor steal, so yay! And I still can't believe my mom thought they were satanic after looking at the album cover, lol. Honestly, the look on Herman Li's face on the back of the album is just hilarious! It's like some grin gone all wacky, lol. Satanic? Lol, it looks anything, but. But the album is all right I guess, not too bad although I liked their previous albums better because I think this one's has too much of the synths and all and some tracks sounds similar but whatever, the lyrics and guitar solos are great as usual and Dragonforce is still rockin' aweeeesooommmee ~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWExoKJPdI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Dkit31cX074/s1600-h/Dragonforce_Ultrabeatdown_by_ShisuiUchiha%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="352" alt="Dragonforce_Ultrabeatdown_by_ShisuiUchiha" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWEyoiK6SI/AAAAAAAAAng/xf-rnhWNE7M/Dragonforce_Ultrabeatdown_by_ShisuiUchiha_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="352" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;' Spider Pig, Spider Pig,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Does whatever Spider Pig Does,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Can he swing, no he can't&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;That's because, he's a pig.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Look ouuuuutt, for Spider Pig! '&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt; LOL okay to tell you the truth, I couldn't really resist that for kicks cos it's been playing in my head for the whole day after the MCQ paper. What a way to end the Os huh, with a mad dash to the toilet at the far end of the school because of a bloody stomachache half an hour before the paper. But anyway, somehow I didn't feel that much of a difference when everyone else was like whooping pre~tty loudly after the exam.Which is strange, cos I always thought that the first thing I'd do is rush home and start spamming '&lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/strong&gt;' on my blog, which is evidently not happening now, so... Hmm. Odd. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;It's seriously been one heck of a long time since I've gone anywhere further than Compass, lol. I was freakin' lost on my way to meet JiaJia and company to catch Quantum of Solace ( a.k.a 007, cos I'm too lazy to type it all out and no one really gives much of a damn) in Cathay. Ohh gosh. That was embarrassing lol, getting lost and all. JJ totally went nuts when she saw Edward Cullen's picture plastered all over the escalator panels, lol. Well, heck, there was a huuuuge image of Hugh Jackman as an ad for Australia the movie over at the escalator so I didn't really mind *grins* although I was able to restrain myself from any insanity streak I totally can't wait for it man, and it's like opening on Christmas! Yeaaah! By the way, this is *ahem* a little awkward for me to say this cos it's a little out of nature but anyway Hugh Jackman totally &lt;strong&gt;pwned&lt;/strong&gt; Brad Pitt and company this time round cos he's voted People Magazine's sexiest man alive and I totally let out a whoop when I saw the caption about it along with the little thumbnail image of the lower half of his face oh msn's front page (YAY!). Yes, I could actually recognise him just from that, amazingly:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWEzWeyJRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kOg66zgEX8M/s1600-h/hillbilly%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="317" alt="hillbilly" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWEz_WVYAI/AAAAAAAAAno/PYbRhgGsd3U/hillbilly_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="419" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWE0YUMdPI/AAAAAAAAAns/Ku91d_ASwlM/s1600-h/nut2%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="290" alt="nut2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWE034cvII/AAAAAAAAAnw/my_KHe9Kc4w/nut2_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Haven't drawn one of these nuts since sec 1, lol. So blue isn't exactly a happy colour but ah heck. I know im absurd, but I really , really, don't care! Hah! Hugh Jackman for the win!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Anyway, after enough digressing, 007 wasn't too bad I suppose. As much as I've always hated Bond films, but ever since Daniel Craig took over, they haven't gotten half bad. Although I think the number of cars that they wrecked in the first 5 minutes alone were enough to make a grown man cry. I still kinda missed Eva Green playing Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale ( spoiler if you haven't watched that: she died.) cos she was just absolutely cool there. If you've read JJ's blog, you'd know that (another spoiler that I can't resist, lol) Miss Fields died (again, I might add. Which of them hasn't) , and JJ was pretty upset about it cos she liked her hair, and Nigel liked her accent, although I thought she was a little freaky , hehe. But I thought the stunts were killer, especially the whole bike flipping thing - that was just totally wicked. Mwahaha.. oh yes yes.. all the electrofiniky stuff they had in the movie were soooooo cool. Second only to Iron Man obviously. Iron Man! Iron Man! Aw gosh Iron Man is still the most awesome. Lol. anyway... before I digress any further again, Casino Royale is still tops, Daniel Craig still beats the snot out of all the other Bond dudes (take that Pierce Brosnan!), Eva Green rocks and they should just bring Vesper Lynd and Fields back, for goodness sake. Casino Royale for the win! lol everything seems to be for the win today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Hugh Jackman FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Daniel Craig FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Eva Green FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Rove FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Wolverine FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Dragonforce FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Australia FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Quantum of Solace FTW! (If anyone's like Pete Helliar and thinks that it's a crappy title cos you don't know what 'Quantum' or 'Solace' means...then well , booyah!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;----- by now, you should already know that I'm just typing out random stuff , yeah? -----&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean FTW! (Well.. just because I'm gonna watch it now...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;The Prestige FTW! (Just because I watched it just now and it r-o-c-k-s, lol.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Aston Martins FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Hugh Jackman FTW! (I really don't care if I already mentioned him, lmao!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Spider Pig FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Sleeping FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Nuts FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Square smileys/frownies FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Milo FTW! (oh admit it, everyone's gotta love Milo!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;(Almost) Guiltless slacking FTW! ( This somehow never seems to be absolute, does it?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;@&lt;/font&gt;s FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Saving the best for last: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;4E FTW!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;FIN'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8848703932361779865?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8848703932361779865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8848703932361779865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8848703932361779865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8848703932361779865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeaaaah-i-made-it-back-alive-whoop-dee.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SSWEyoiK6SI/AAAAAAAAAng/xf-rnhWNE7M/s72-c/Dragonforce_Ultrabeatdown_by_ShisuiUchiha_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-6730515664094380360</id><published>2008-11-11T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:19:39.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I'm not in a particularly peachy mood here, so I shall continue the whole stickman/Smiley phase!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Neh, it seems that my holiday plans are already going awry even before it starts. It's like some terribly sick tradition that every bloody overseas trip I go to during the hols is always places that I &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; wanna go to. I'd sooner have myself do more A.math homework than go. Yeah, so my life's a pickle, and I absolutely hate pickles, ergo, I hate my life. It's bad enough that I'll be thrown all the way back to Indonesia for a whole week &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm really sick of going there.) this Wednesday which makes me wanna go :&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheG6eMcCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/AiquNKHcaZ8/s1600-h/squarefrowny%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="222" alt="squarefrowny" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheICG0WsI/AAAAAAAAAmo/08QVNsNLlZU/squarefrowny_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;And then apparently I'm forced to go back to&amp;nbsp; Malaysia - I should mention: AGAIN - for some blasted reason which I don't give a damn about. So I'm feeling pretty vexed about it now, like :&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="270" alt="angry" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheJK1zodI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ut5KCJia2Mo/angry_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="439" border="0"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;And on top of that, after yearning for so many years my mom finally agreed to bring us to Australia after the O's but thanks to Lehman Brothers and the whole shenanigan they've got the world into, We ain't going. So it's gonna be this :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheJt4_3uI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kjJ92BV8I5M/s1600-h/sad%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="233" alt="sad" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheKA6iCWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qjM5ogooxxQ/sad_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="363" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;And then this ...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheKntsBTI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gbSY-Wy--pE/s1600-h/nuts%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="257" alt="nuts" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheLqHdsvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xZdzNff9epQ/nuts_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="417" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;And it'll all finally boil down to this :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheMTndlAI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qvb16BUQ5Gg/s1600-h/RIP%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="RIP" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheNNanaqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/oy5kJmhGpRo/RIP_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="483" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;What a happy, happy life. Really. My holiday, or my life , is totally &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRhePzudjEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LoBP4ECyu7M/s1600-h/fed%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="251" alt="fed" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheQrYvoYI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/-2N98tdhmZ8/fed_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Neh. Okay, I shouldn't use that word, so I'm not going to.. Anyway, my life is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheRrxIHJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/y9KKXbX74_8/s1600-h/screwed%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="249" alt="screwed" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheSN1uSqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/G_CFA06ZcJg/screwed_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blast it&lt;/strong&gt;. Screwed. That, and beyond. But you know what, I've already told Charmaine that even if my folks do buy the ticket to M'sia and all, I'm not gonna budge an inch. I'm sick of listening to the same old dogma about how I'm meant to go there to visit the same old people again because clearly , it's personal. Anyway, after 16 years of going there , I think I'm damn well old enough to choose whether or not I wanna go to that confounded place or live in Davy Jones' locker for the rest of my holidays with only fruit juice to feed myself with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Well, so that's that folks. To Davy Jones' locker it is! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Adios amigos!&amp;nbsp; (If there's any around)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIN'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-6730515664094380360?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6730515664094380360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=6730515664094380360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6730515664094380360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6730515664094380360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-in-particularly-peachy-mood-here.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRheICG0WsI/AAAAAAAAAmo/08QVNsNLlZU/s72-c/squarefrowny_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-898748117656499523</id><published>2008-11-08T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:59:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRSA_luE0kI/AAAAAAAAAmc/kCGIee-i2v8/s1600-h/definatelynothappy14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 745px; HEIGHT: 533px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="655" alt="definatelynothappy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRSBAS_IaGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_FBBOkIBpiQ/definatelynothappy_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800" width="969" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-898748117656499523?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/898748117656499523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=898748117656499523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/898748117656499523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/898748117656499523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SRSBAS_IaGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_FBBOkIBpiQ/s72-c/definatelynothappy_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-2099894310513795746</id><published>2008-11-03T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:46:41.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Hey.. this is pretty cool! I'm actually typing this post from some program that I have never known existed among terabytes (or so I'd like to think..) of stuff I've got loaded in my laptop! Lol. To think I actually found it while doing a little "spring cleaning". Ooh its such fun to use it! Especially since&amp;nbsp; blogger.com always gets on my nerves whenever it starts acting up and messes with my posts, bloody hell. Not that I'm gonna be using it much but dang, it even has spellcheck! Haha! Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Or that was at hand, at least.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;I am never gonna try that 1 hour stunt ever again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Honestly, it seems like I’d really kill myself eventually if I tried to pull off a near all-nighter prepping for art. The worst thing was that the paper was in the morning so I only had an hour of sleep before I had to go off to school…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Make that 45 minutes since I had to clean up my nosebleed that came when I was about to sleep. Neh, at least I wasn’t like spewing up blood all over the sink like the time before, lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It seems that all my effort has come to naught again anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well. Tough luck, huh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way, (just thinking about some of the past papers that I didn't make a royal screwage of) has anyone realised how hard it is to take someone named 'Fred' seriously? I mean think about it. If we had a President Fred, no one would actually vote for him. All the more if you're referring to the one on Youtube. Honestly, more homework and &lt;strong&gt;no recess&lt;/strong&gt; (If you've watched the video) . LOL. I'd kill someone before I actually vote for Fred , but anyway, I still like his videos and all , although its getting a bit too lengthy for comfort lately. Seriously, go try it out if you don't believe me. 3 minutes of the high pitched chipmunk voice nearly drove me nuts, as much as I find him funny. But if you had a President George (I'm not mentioning any surnames) .. now that's different. You know you'd vote George to Fred anytime, right? I mean Fred sounds downright hilarious! Maybe a garbage cleaner , a monkey trainer or a trapeze artist... or.. or.. Homer Simpson's other son. Fred Simpson sure can beat George Simpson any day, yeah? George Simpson just sounds like the type that deserves a wedgie, huh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Making Fred's life miserable seems like a lot of fun as it was evil, hahaha. Oh if anyone's wondering who the heck Fred is, he's this dude that seems to appear as a character in every one of my recent English essays just because.. well, I have no idea what other name to give it. Or him. I'm not too fond of giving simple names to characters but I just simple don't have the luxury of time to ponder upon what name in heck to give the guy, I really don't! Lol. I mean, if I had the time, I'd come up with weird and hellishly loooong names like umm.. Lewllyn or Bartholomew IV , which until now, I still haven't really got the spelling all in check yet but I'm far too lazy to check. But point is... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;So I settled with Freddie Fredd Fred.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Besides, I had no idea how to write an essay on 'greed' and was far too paranoid to come up with another essay that hasn't been approved by Miss Teo so I just played around with my Fred-the-soldier-is-having-another-fit essay. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Fine, so he wasn't exactly having a fit. But I kept making him&lt;strong&gt; cry&lt;/strong&gt; in both my essays, lmao! I made his life so miserable, relieving the possible death of his parents twice by the wrath of my pen. Oh gosh, I hope I didn't rush too much of the end while trying to make Fred sound like a total jerk in the beginning. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Anyway, I seem to be getting terribly illogical , lol. I know it’s pretty hard to imagine the magnitude of it, me being as nonsensical as I am already, but let me just tell you that if anyone, anyone at all, starts going on about how humans will start diffusing all over the place one day … then … you know something is seriously wrong. And I even came up with my own “theory” on how we can still survive even after the Sun implodes.And I still don’t know why doesn’t it just fizzle out or something, lol. Like possibly &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; in the whole universe just has to implode, explode.. whatever -plode. Things, nowadays, just don't know how to be more subtle, do they. As if my sister's phone's vibration that rattles and reverberates throughout the room isn't bad enough!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Oh, and here's an image I tried to draw on msn. Who knew that Thulium can actually make you go bald, lol. Well .. it's obviously no good but hey, I did it without a tablet PC! Haha.. I gotta get myself one of those one day. Tablet PCs I mean, not Thulium. Oh and a note, whatever that's in this image is self-speculated and is not chemically accurate. (most probably) Any resemblance to any individual dead or alive is purely coincidental, and I'm not counting the chances of anyone looking like a stickman with an oversized head the shaped of an egg . Besides, I don't think Thulium looks anything remotely like half a pair of a horribly scribbled out chicken feet that doesn't even connect well at the joints. So it's just for kicks, and I don't really give a damn! Haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SQ8sww-QoOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/A0WodmZ_mhs/s1600-h/WhatThuliumDoes12.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="293" alt="WhatThuliumDoes" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SQ8sx2jg5cI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_z65VByJ1uQ/WhatThuliumDoes_thumb10.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Oh I know this is totally uncalled for.I can't help but admit that yes, my DP is indeed Hugh Jackman. He's too amazing to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be mentioned *grins widely*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;Aw cripes. Looks like I've accidentally messed up something while cleaning up my system. I'm such a doofus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;(P.S, This is random but I still feel compelled to say this: Oasis' new album is &lt;strong&gt;awesomeeee&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;'Coming atcha live!' - Tesla&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;FIN'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2099894310513795746?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2099894310513795746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2099894310513795746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2099894310513795746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2099894310513795746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://lh3.ggpht.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SQ8sx2jg5cI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_z65VByJ1uQ/s72-c/WhatThuliumDoes_thumb10.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-7459257326557357081</id><published>2008-10-26T00:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:14:44.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh @#&amp;amp;%$@!#. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Now I know that there's one place i'll never go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Or never should, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Sigh.. I really wish that I can be erased from all of reality and just live in my comic books forever. Everything's just about as shitty as a pickle in my burger these days. Mmm.. I thought I could finally cope at first with JJ's help ( very long overdue thanks to Jiajia! ), well I was for awhile. But now, I guess i'm not so sure after all. In fact, I'm not sure about anything else anymore. I mean, in most circumstances I would NEVER be the one to tell other's to stop being nervous. Lol, I wonder if it's a good or a bad thing. Usually I'd be a total wreck , hehe. I honestly hope that I can last for just another 16 more days or so, then i'll have every reason in the world to cut loose. Well.. nearly, yeah? Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Haa... ah. I wonder, what &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus do now if he were caught in such a terrible predicament?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh and just a random thought : I'd actually like to be an astronomer one day. Have you ever seen a Supernova before? Even just a pixellated image off Wikipedia.. it's such a beaut! It's like something out of Star Trek.. except that it's real. I'd really like to put up a picture here but im out of time and far too lazy to do so (maybe I will next time eh) ... and.. and the Nebula that appears after that is just absolutely... whoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Neh, it's just wishful thinking on my part, although I'd really want to at least catch even the smallest glimpse of it in real life. They're really so much more than just a spectacle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ah, lol. I think the word I was looking for was 'gorgeous'. It is. it really is, hehehe... it kinda makes me happy when I look at it . Feel's like everything's right with the world again. Too bad it's too terribly transient. But still, I feel happy when I see it. Happy ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lol, sounds silly doesn't it? But I really don't give a damn, lol. Although I think that's the most expedient thing for me to do at this point . Except for the O levels of course, lol. I'm not&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt; silly. Oh bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Grr.. I don't know who to quote from today. They're both good bands, I think:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;'Im not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Im not okay' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;I'm Not Okay (I Promise) ,&lt;/em&gt; My Chemical Romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;... or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;'What a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;couldn't let myself go' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Moon On the Water&lt;/em&gt;, Beat Crusaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7459257326557357081?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7459257326557357081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7459257326557357081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7459257326557357081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7459257326557357081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-now-i-know-that-theres-one-place-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-1406056723804696880</id><published>2008-10-17T18:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:06:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Smooth move , kid, real smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Graduation was but a small respite from going back into the good ol' dumpster although I know that it's the prelude to the coming realisation that we're gonna be seeing less of each other after a couple weeks more. It's terrible to feel as if you're losing it, and by 'it' , i don't know whether it refers to my sanity or my mojo. Or both. But for everything else ... actually, no 'buts'. Everything else IS a major bummer. And no, my already messed up life because of our dear Solid T, is not something I can just go like ' I screwed it up... Hell yeeaah.. Im still good, real good,' and brush it aside. Thanks to those who tried to cheered me up anyway.. I felt slightly better then. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slightly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but nevertheless still better at least. Im really impossible aren't I. Impossible to even be cheered up. There's no fun in that! I'm no fun I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Everything's just gonna hunky-dory, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh friggit, nothing's gonna be fun until 28 days later.. and I'm not talking about the one with zombies that run like they're bloody insane. Well, technically zombies are bloody. Im not sure about their sanity though. Those in Resident Evil seem preeetty sane to me. How else can they wield such a mean electric saw ( a pixellated one at that ) and still scare the crap out of me? Ah fine, I shan't speculate about the undead anymore , except that we certainly wouldn't know even if they had tissue paper stuck up in their noggin' , so ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;[ To Jiahui : There I promised, nothing else on Star Wars, yeah? Mwahaha! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I shan't be such a drag anymore. Being stupid is very tiring although I should have gotten used to it by now. Well anyway, here's a little something for everyone who's all bugged out by the coming Monday, just for kicks. Hail Frezned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lcfv-yc9dIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lcfv-yc9dIg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;So shoot me, I really feel like I'm the biggest idiot around, and it's not because Im addicted to the Peanut Butter Jelly song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 70px" height="70" width="266"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UcUy60dp8k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UcUy60dp8k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chiquita18/music/6iW17zkw/dj_chipman_peanut_butter_and_jelly_time/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Peanut butter jelly! Makes me feel like having one of those.. except without the jelly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs hysterically* This song is tops! Absolutely stew-pid but yet strangely addictive to nutters and dolts like me. But really, It'll only make you wanna cringe and sharf on the spot or it gets stuck in your head for what seems to be an eternity, so only listen to this at your own risk. It's not called an earworm for nothing, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;... OhI didn't realise that I was so much of a sucker until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;This so isn't timely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Well anyway, all the best to all for the next couple of weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;'It's not how far you fall, it's the way you land' - Soulsavers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1406056723804696880?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1406056723804696880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1406056723804696880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1406056723804696880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1406056723804696880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/10/smooth-move-kid-real-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-4927324299030581212</id><published>2008-08-29T19:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:51:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Booyah, so im officially 16 years old a couple of hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Naw, doesn't feel any different. This isn't any fun at all! Oh fine, so I know there's no way I'd get something like a newfound revelation bestowed upon me, or anything for that matter. Well, at least I don't look like a monkey, or smell like one too... In the words of Fang from Dave the Barbarian: IM NOT A MONKEY! Lol. It's pretty cool that it falls on Teacher's Day which is a darn good and opportune time for a bloody good rest after staying up real late every day. Hell, I almost felt like puking during the Art paper, which i conveniently screwed up just because I didn't have time for all the prepping, along with every other subject. Well isn't that just dandy. Screw em once, screw em all! LOL. No wait, that's not something funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Bah, I'd rather not talk about losing my position now, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954925170899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgPPfHeuaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/iAl9-45M4ak/s320/Suck_by_PheebsYeahBaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Took the words right out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'll just be wishing all dudes with birthdays this week in August an awesome birthday! Especially (mr) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, an awesome teacher , infinity and beyond, just so sum things up. I hope the bit of celebration thingy was a bloody good time for you albeit it being short and all, yeah? Along with all the other peeps who turn sixteen this week; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Elmond, Kenneth and Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Well duh, of course (mr) Tien isn't sixteen, not that im implying anything, lol. But anyway, may you guys have one heck of a good time and...uh.. knock yourselves out! (unliterally, if you know what I mean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Looks like I missed out on anouther round of making the cornflakey stuff which is now almost like a 4E tradition, and of course totally ruining JiaJia's house in the process. And I was &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; close to being there, if not for my mom hurrying me up to tag along to buy (mr) Tien's cake along with the rest of the gang. Mom, Im hurry upping already! Lol. Im never quick enough for her. I wanna play with the caramel too! Lol anyway, experience the joy of being able to skip parts of assembly (for like, the first time in my life i think) was bloody awesome, as daft as im making myself out to be right now. Haha, ohboy, I find the stupidest of things to be fun. Like shooting ice out of straws! lol. As fun as seeing Mr Tien being such a sport as to take a candle out with his mouth (thumbs up man, never thought that'd make my day, haha), happy teacher's day and birthday again, no we didn't forget, lol. And viva la 4E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239959279159434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgTM6_PXII/AAAAAAAAAlI/aZtGWZFcCCs/s320/FUN_by_DjBisparulz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh crud all of a sudden I wish that I never have been sixteen because sixteen is one year away from seventeen and seventeen is a year away from eighteen and seventeen and in the middle of sixteen and eighteen and eighteen sounds just awful for some reason and seventeen sounds nearly as awful as eighteen and seventeen is in the middle of nowhere and the middle of nowhere is (with lots of emphasis on the multiple 'A's) just &lt;strong&gt;BAAAAD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Alright, so there are little perks, like being able to watch NC16 films legally, which means that I get to go all in-your-face to the people working at the movies and the Blue Max guy who gave the underage Eunice an evil eye when she tried to buy something rated, if my memory serves me well (and it usually doesn't). HAH! Ooh yes and I heard I'll get to choose my citizenship this year as well. Not sure whether its a good or a bad thing, to be honest. But I really want to retain my SPIFFY blue IC! Lol, Im serious! I don't like pink.. especially since it reminds me of my sister's medicine when her stomach was always acting up way back then. Haha, funky stomach. Anyway, a cool blue IC is actually the least they can do for depriving me of edusave and all that jazz. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954914405968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgPO3A66kI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8CnSo4rZARw/s320/Psuedo_Saints_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Speaking about jazz, I thought the band people did a pretty good job with the medley of songs that got me and JiaJia rolling on this impromtu guessing thing, since I started it by asking JiaJia and Pearl in disbelief whether they were playing 'Who Let the Dogs Out' (don't mind me, I have an intensely whacked up imagination) and then JiaJia went on by going like 'Oooh it's YMCA! *breaks out into song* Y~~M-C-A! Why are they playing the Carlsberg theme song now?!' Lol. Funny how things seem to end up being about beer. Ew. Stinky stuff. Although I gotta admit they do play nice songs when it comes to commercials. And Jiahui was being thoroughly impossible as usual with her obsession over Soyabean, Hahaha. I won't change seats with you anymore from now on, Jiahui. Nevaaaarrrr! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Funny how I remember last time, me and Pearl was sitting outside of the hall on the steps near the doors, and then Miss Ng came to chat, without others joining soon after. And we were lamenting to her about how darned irritating school socks pulled up high was. I guess she knows now - hilarious vid by whoever who did it. What a way. And on top of that, looking at Ms Teo and Mr Seah during the Aces Day thingamajig , lmao - PRICELESS. Awesome stuff. Aces Day wasn't that horrible either. Felt stupid doing it, but hey, I am already stupid. Or stew-pid. Lol.Too bad it had to be ruined that girl (or actually girls) dancing in the middle during the performance who has really got to stop all that gropey-gropey stuff. Yes, gropey-gropey, if you hadn't noticed. Apalling. And terrible, watching it over and over again with no idea how it links to Teachers Day, irksome, without the originality. Talk about buckets of blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;So yeah, a spiffy teachers day to all teachers! Especially those whom we've all come to know and love, and owe so much to as well. Thanks also to KenYin who put up awesome photos of 'THE Chong' all over school on behalf of 2E, 06' LOL. Never did I expect that. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982965926048882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgovrEetHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/QGrb46I0Skc/s320/school_by_suzypervy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Headed to Nan Chiau Primary along with Eunice LZ and MJ who 'cordially invited' me there, haha. Felt very very wierd being at a school which has hardly any remote association with me. Don't ask me why I didn't return to mine, long story. So what they said about that jerk of a teacher in NCPS was right. Totally spoiled the atmosphere for the celebration during our sit-in of their celebration, or lack of it. I don't see what's the big deal about a harmless guy using his phone when he's not making that much of a noise, compared to the gay guys sitting behind me who had this absolutely awful laugh about the most unlaughable subjects. What an irksome bunch. Anyway, that particular teacher was worse, telling the ex-students that if they made noise, they should just get out because apparently , ' the school doesn't welcome you anymore'. What a horrible man. I don't think even the worst of students should have that line being flung into their faces on Teachers Day, or any day for that matter. He deserves more than just apples flung and smushed into his face if LZ and Eunice couldn't stop themselves from doing so. We had plenty of ammo mind you, not counting the ones me and MJ had, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Judging by the looks of it, they didn't have much of a good time there, heartfelt details all in her blog, although Eunice kept squealing and shocking everyone whenever she saw someone she knew, haha. Everyone was like 'whoaaa that's some big reaction' lol. It's sad, how some things you used to think never changed really becomes something you don't know anymore. Well, at least I still got to try primary school food again. The fishball soup thingy reminds me of the one I usually have in my primary school.. except they always used a red bowl which was slightly bigger. Pretty good stuff, although I wasn't full lol. I've got to go back to SKPS one day after The Big 'O's. We've got to, right Jolyney? Hahaha. I kinda miss it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Did a sinister smiley with all the bones from my beef thingy from today's dinner. Well, does it looks sinister? Anyhow, Im pretty proud of it, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954917214842722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgPPBem72I/AAAAAAAAAko/smQib0zvBPo/s320/CIMG2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Hey! And that's Jack on my plate! Hello Jack! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I promised myself I'd let me be a junkie from yesterday to now. Was dead bushed after Art yesterday and I fell asleep on the couch for a couple of hours watching Drew Carey on The Price is Right and Catdog. It's been a long time since i've caught something proper on the telly. Oohhh Don't Forget the Lyrics is so fun to watch lol, like a mindless freak. I was so happy when they sang a ditty from one of my favourite bands, Queen and Billie Jean by MJ, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239954917004817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgPPAsiM7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/uq605pR2_rs/s320/schooltomorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Need.. to.. de-junkie-fy myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIN'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to Cleaveland Rocks by The President of the United States of America (no really, it is a band) , status being sleepy as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;'That's three with a capital T that rhymes with P that stands for points! We have trouble, my friends' - Drew Carey, &lt;em&gt;Whose Line is it Anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-4927324299030581212?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4927324299030581212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=4927324299030581212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4927324299030581212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4927324299030581212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/08/booyah-so-im-officially-16-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SLgPPfHeuaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/iAl9-45M4ak/s72-c/Suck_by_PheebsYeahBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-7539411594332797664</id><published>2008-08-12T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:15:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Killed the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I... really! I think i'm an occasional clairvoyant, if i do say so myself. Honestly. The image 'B3' kept swimming around in my head during chinese lesson today. I was betting wildly with myself, or with Jack , actually, throughout the lesson that I would be getting a B3 for the chinese Os. Although im quite satisfied that I didnt get any worse (and proved Florence wrong that I COULD get more than a C), but I guess I can use a better score...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmm. B3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; A1 seems fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Pffft. Like it's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; Wouldn't hurt to imagine, would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Well.. yes. Yes it would.A hell lot in fact, Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; Darn! I bet you WILL get a distinction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. And Rufus the naked mole rat will grow into a Wookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; Come to think of it, that doesnt seem like such a bad idea, Rufus as a Wookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Hm... now that you've said it.. Nawww..wait, stop digressing, I WON'T GET AN A1. DAMMIT. DARN RIGHT I WON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, i bet you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; I bet a packet of Chrysanthemum tea I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACK:&lt;/strong&gt; It's ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Which means now Jack owe's me a packet of Chrysanthemum tea&lt;strong&gt; =&lt;/strong&gt; Me owing myself a packet. Which isn't much of a difference at all, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In you face, Jack, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, at least it will temporarily stop my bloody nose from bleeding. Seriously, twice in a week isn't what I call a very favourable state to be in. I was sputtering blood all over the sink. (It always seems to come whenever im bathing or just done bathing.) Not a pretty sight, I must say. And I ended up looking like I cannibalised someone. Didn't help that I (or maybe it was Jack) found it strangely amusing, and I chuckled a couple of times while looking at my pathetic (literally) bloody self. Might be because of the tissues I stuffed up my nose when I gave up trying to clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And I wonder how i did that without dirtying the mirror, as i did wonder whether anyone could actually die from a nosebleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, yes.. and I do deserve all the math test screwage as well. I shouldn't ever expect myself to do any better than I am eh? I might as well go on to say that my Mid Year results were probably a fluke as well. A bloody f-l-u-k-e, that's what it is, isn't it. Isn't it always. I can't e-v-e-r do something right, can I? Mmm hm. Neither can I guiltlessly go for a break without getting some r-e-l-u-c-t-a-n-t glares from the Bigguns. Although I can partly understand their reluctance. It's g-r-e-a-t! It's so freakin g-r-e-a-t! And i've got to s-t-o-p doing this d-a-s-h-i-n-g thing now , shouldn't I. Since it's not d-a-s-h-i-n-g at all. And it's probably irritating the c-r-a-p out of you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I really should die along with the sink. NaSO4. NaSO4! Pfft. Seriously, whats up with me.. I usually would've discovered that mistake myself. I deserve that 50 lines/tables too. Whoop dee doo. *waves pencil in the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;USUALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I should just nose-bleed to death, shouldn't I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to Evergreen by The Black Crowes, status being oddly indifferent. Which is getting a little bit scary now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Do or do not. There is no try." - Yoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-7539411594332797664?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/7539411594332797664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=7539411594332797664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7539411594332797664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/7539411594332797664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/08/killed-sink.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-6151184568202475694</id><published>2008-07-27T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:55:55.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RACHEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;It's been a long time since we saw each other, hasn't it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I can even remember the Good Luck "ritual" we would do around the class before every exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;-WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT- bah, every time no one really gives a damn about this. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Good luck for your diapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;New technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Please shit in your underpants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Happy birthday again, my friend, happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Short spurts of posts are in order here, ever since I realised that longish posts are practically impossible to achieve among the amount of work I need to do. Maybe i'll work on a long one over a span of weeks or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, I've just lost it. I actually used those plastic glove thingies while doing art cos I was real worried I'd smudge some of it, and then I realised that I couldn't hold my markers well, so I cut the finger parts off so it became one of those stuff they wear in Naruto or... a hobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;GOSH IM A HOBO . AND A TACKY PLASTIC-OBSESSED ONE AT THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;KILL ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;So im done uh... filing math. Okay, not quite. Since I am insane, clueless, and insanely clueless on how to file the immense pile of dastardly worksheets that seem so innocent, but yet they are the bane of my existence! Lol , fine, I know I've claimed many things to be the bane of my existence already to the point that my existence might be bane enough. Anyway,the size of the pile of it is honestly twice my sanity, to say the least. HUGE. But im glad it fits well into my Giordano paper bag im gonna use tomorrow, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And now i've still got Quekky's (toldcha im insane) geog worksheet to do. I thought he said OTOT ( FYI: own time, own target ) was a better way to go about doing things! Crud it! Mr Quek, you were speaking total sense in my language back then! LOL! And there's chem too.. ohboy. This isn't good at all. Just superrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Life's just oh-so-peachy, ain't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;No really, it is, with Hugh Jackman, Daniel Craig, Ryan Stiles, Ewan McGregor, Ellen Page, Harrison Ford, Robert Downey Jr.... lol and there I go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I really need more hoedowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIN'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to Albert Hammond Jr.'s 101 , status being kinda tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"There's a monster inside all of us. And mine's called JACK!" - me (inspired from &lt;em&gt;Monster&lt;/em&gt;, the anime. Wahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-6151184568202475694?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6151184568202475694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=6151184568202475694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6151184568202475694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6151184568202475694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-birthday-rachel-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-5858043985373908132</id><published>2008-07-13T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:29:21.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I've lived past 3 weeks of school reopening! Whoop dee doo~ *twirls finger in the air*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And just in 3 weeks, I gotten into loads of shenanigans already. Yeesh. I am a scoundrel. Anyway, besides me lamenting about my most unfortunate newly discovered jerkness-ness, theres a heck of a load of birthdays that I haven't posted yet. So to all July people, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOLYNEY, YIHAO, KENYIN, KIM, JUN WEN, WEN XIN, JASON, DARYL, RACHEL (coming soon, ain't it!) AND HARRISON FORD! (Yeap, Harrison Ford. More about him later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221764513375529954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdvKKh9K-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/5w5nP5wPPGk/s320/STAR_WARS__by_isis69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221773919554055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHd3trRrLaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kTiMfWNBYps/s320/starwars-phantom-menace-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221773927687336402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHd3uJkzMdI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/a7nKqcJf3Xw/s320/2527210411_aa4705ef1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221764511035700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdvKB0GNpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9ukoaoy0DTc/s320/star-wars-iii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767318237748482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdxtbdOHQI/AAAAAAAAAio/EGSs5NxZQos/s320/StarWars.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222419012089258306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHnCbAPToUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OTt3ZjhwD5Q/s320/V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222419013895578034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHnCbG994bI/AAAAAAAAAkY/makr5HMv-vs/s320/2380889749_a2895858c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I've managed to complete wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;ching the whole of the Star Wars prequel and sequel trilogies ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;r the past few weeks. I've only watched certain episodes here and there when it plays on the telly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222418013881243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHnBg5n-GMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/MpdsNtTy_eo/s320/yoda.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yoda, Yoda, Yoda; The lil' green booger with a knack for spiffy sentence structures that we've all come to know and love. And he kicks major butt ! Star Wars ain't Star Wars without this little dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Now Star Wars, is, ohboy, a phenomenon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;You know you aren't just watching a movie, you're watching a whole revolution! I liked Star Wars II: The Empire Strikes Back (sequel trilogy) and Star Wars I: The Phantom Menace (prequel trilogy) the best out of all six. If you're wondering why Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith isn't one of it, it's all because of dear ol' Hayden Christiansen who ruined the whole of the prequel series except for The Phantom Menace because HE WASN'T IN IT. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Honestly, the dude is just making himself look like a living ornament in the 2 movies. He can't carry a line with any sort of significant emotion whatsoever. I reckon they'd do even better even if Humphrey Bogart or Marlon Brando were to come alive and act again. At least they'd be able to make Anakin's absolutely cheesy lines to Padme seem remotely romantic in the midst of all the droids,spare parts and dismembered arms. (Really, I don't know how many arm's have been sliced of by lightsabers in the whole series. Luke, Anakin, Mace Windu, General Grevious, two arms of his, even...). And I really didn't need to see the same constipated look onscreen the whole time. Although I liked how he said "I HATE YOU" to Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan Kenobi in Revenge of the Sith.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Very , very angsty, Anakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767316571765746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdxtVQBO_I/AAAAAAAAAig/Xc5jAZbB6-4/s320/star_wars_ep_III.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Like what Carmen wrote on George Lucas' wall on Facebook, after all the years of childhood spent watching the couple of Star Wars Episodes, the last 2 movies totaly soiled the whole series. SOILED IT! I am completely baffled by the fact that he and Natalie Portman was nominated for a Teen's Choice award under the Film Chemistry category. It's an obvious rig by Hayden fans. Suckers. They don't know chemistry at all. Even Natalie Portman disappointed me with scenes with Anakin, although she did a fine job while doing politics as Padme. The younger Anakin by Jake Lloyd in The Phantom Menace was so much better..and they have Podracing in there too. They should have brought back Podracing in the later 2 sequels! Oh, wait, Older Anakin was too busy romancing Padme and being all hormonally-imbalanced to really care about Podracing anymore. What a drag. It's sad. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;But, Ewan McGregor! *grins* he's so awesome. Ewan and Liam Neeson as Qui-Gon Jinn together are a riot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221773918637150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHd3tn3EUHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7iNTkKfqdYU/s320/star-wars-1-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;A pity Qui-Gon had to die. Really. He and Obi-Wan were the best duo i've ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Third maybe only to Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie, second to Chewbacca and Han Solo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767351940257218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdxvZAhlcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CPpICQlFeP0/s320/star-wars-1-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221773924792416274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHd3t-ymOBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Wg0znIp5e3M/s320/Star_Wars__The_Phantom_Badass_by_Spartan_117Cortana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;He's, in my opinion, the best Sith lord ever. Although he doesn't.. er.. talk much. Darth Vader actually amuses me. HAHA. In a good way! Vader rules too! (when it's not Hayden Christiansen playing him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;You gotta love lightsaber duels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Especially the one betwen Obi-Wan and Darth Maul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767312216312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdxtFBmTEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2BwvoxdrgLI/s320/obiwan-darthmaul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And no one can forget the lovable R2D2! R2 is slick! Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(R2 spewed an oil slick once to kick a coupld of droid's butt, so you know what I mean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221767311966932722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdxtEGJDvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8mpTftM0DBQ/s320/r2leia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alright, my two most favourite characters in the whole series, give it up, for Chewbacca/Chewy and Han Solo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I really missed both of them in the prequel series, since the prequel series is chronologically more recent in real time. Anyway, they're two really awesome dudes. Chewy totally doesn't need to say anything much in proper english to blow you off. And Harrison Ford's Han Solo tops it off with his charm and charisma and of course, this trademark blaster. Everyone's gotta love Harrison. I love Harrison! He's got such a great screen presence if y'know what I mean. A very accomplished actor to date, and it's no surprise why. Even in Blade Runner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Who really cares if Han Solo was actually an intergalactic smuggler with Chewy on his side! Plus, he's got a sweet ride in the form of the Millenium Falcon. Kudos two both of them, the lovable anti-heroes and thier laugh-out-loud antics, for providing comic relief to what would be, a dull sequel series without them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222418674311199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHnCHV6veqI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2i7CRdgQZpI/s320/Chewbacca_w_Han_Solo_ANH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my declaration of infatuation with droids, Jedis, lightsabers, Wookies, Ewoks, and anything Star Warssy or in between. &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars is a Godsend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Okay,here's Dodo&amp;amp;PeanutInc.'s second production of omni-parody, as I'd like to call it. Of course, Eunice has joined the bandwagon now, so it's Dodo&amp;amp;Peanut&amp;amp;QueenieFistInc. now. Boy, sure is a mouthful, huh. Moving on, I shall be using our cyber aliases cos it's probably easier to read than intitials. Plus, using EU for Eunice isn't very flattering. Lol. Like, EU! EU! Y'know. Hahaha. Okay, so as usual im gonna colour code it too,&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;blue for Lianzhi a.k.a Renewist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;olive green for me a.k.a PeanutWookie&lt;/span&gt;, and I shall use &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;reddish-brown for Eunice a.k.a QueenieFist&lt;/span&gt;. Also, 3 alternate endings are included in this episode. So let's get on with it eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;A Dodo&amp;amp;Peanut&amp;amp;QueenieFistInc. production -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Episode #2: Epic Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A parody of life, death, and everything in between; Including the alimentary canal :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;-------------Disclaimer: This episode does not require much sci-fi knowledge of comic junkie-ness except for the last part, although it would be preferable for readers to be educated on how the nature of Darth Vader's voice is NOT caused by asthma, and a little bit of biology. There is only a need to be willing accept everything illogical in nature, so squares who can't think outside the box and have to challenge everything with science can jolly well get lost. No really, i mean it. Lol. -------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Suzie looked out of the window of the plane as the sun seeped in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;As the sun entered the plane, he took out a ray gun and shouted 'Freeze!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Suzie screamed and placed her hands on her head. With embarrassment, she realised she had wet her pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Laughing it's head off, the sun slipped and fell out of the plane still laughing and shooting his ray gun around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A shot from his ray gun hit the poor moon and she began to bleed profusely, weeping the whole way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Renewist: ehh, weeping the whole way???? where did the moon go?&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: no la, as she bled&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: but u can bring her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Renewist: haha okok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;As she wept, the stars unleashed their wrath upon the unsuspecting sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The angry stars pelted the poor Sun with Honey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Sun was about to laugh at their stupidity when he realised the honey had very strong acidity and was melting his body into goo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The goo then fell a long long way down to earth, being unfamiliar with it, he thought it might be his friend. with a cheery 'hi, ground!' he went splat, and created the Sahara desert by burning up everything it touched!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Stars were pissed off that the Sun created something so special like the Sahara Desert and decided to take revenge. They decided to send Captain Honey Stars down to the Desert to take over Sahara Desert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Suddenly, the killer robotic bees from outer space honed in upon Captain Honey Star's heat signature and launched an intergalactic heat seeking nuclear missle after him whilst thinking of revenge for turning them into normal bees and explding within the vacuum of space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is where I logged in to MSN in joined thier convo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Snap, Crackle, and Pop then escaped from someone's cereal box and summoned a platoon of heavy-duty garden gnomes to attempt to destroy their arch cereal-box nemesis, Captain Honey Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The garden gnomes grabbed Honey Stars and tied him to the ground. They then proceeded to castrate him and crucify him, digging out his eyes and sticking pins into his genitals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Suddenly, a gargantuous rancor appeared and mauled everyone till the kingdom comes. and the kingdom never comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Then, seeing all the fun that the rancor had in the massacre, FREDZILLA decided to join in and head-butted everyone in sight, garden gnome or not, until the kingdom of HubbaHubba miraculously came and plopped right smack in the middle of the baseball field they were fighting the intergalactic cereal war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We changed the sequence a little bit here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But however, E.T didn't know that Fredzilla was actually Jabba the Hutt's slave; so Jabba the Hutt sent the imfamous bounty hunter second to Jango and Boba Fett: The Giant One-Eyed Booger, to hunt E.T down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;E.T. sensing this with his E.T. powers, quickly found a random bike, asked a young boy to ride it, while covering himself with a blanket and sitting in the front basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Renewist: i never watched e.t......&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: neither have i, lol&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: i shud lend yr ET someday, it's classic&lt;br /&gt;Renewist: lol. lil brown wrinkly dude..&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: i like the astronaut's wife too&lt;br /&gt;Renewist: huh? which astronaut?&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: astronaut's wife is a sci fi show&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: but its sexual,lol&lt;br /&gt;Renewist: E.T?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: NO LOL&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: what the .. E.T sexual is @@&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: I AM IMAGINING AN R21 ET now. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: YUCK&lt;br /&gt;QueenieFist: HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;Renewist: lols.... scare the bejeebers outta me&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: DISGUSTINGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;PeanutWookie: omgosh you just gave me an idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Steven Spielberg then transformed into a life sized Dave the Barbarian action figure, with added clairvoyance! Batteries not included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(In case you're wondering what this has with the idea I got, it's Lian Zhi saying 'Bejeebers', cos it sounded like 'Bejabbers', Dave the Barbarian's catchphrase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then, Chuckles the Silly Piggy, summon up a armada of pretzel army people to swarm E.T. and steven spielberg with all their salted goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And Steven Spielberg summoned Indiana Jones to round up the pretzels and feed them to hungry flying piranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And then came Flaffy, who ate up the flying Piranhas that ate the pretzels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then Flaffy chocked upon the piranhas, which in a clever attempt to escape, bit through Flaffy's throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The Piranhas began chewing away at Flaffy's innards, all the while laughing maniacally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And all of a sudden, Flaffy's right glass eye popped out onto the Giant One Eyed Booger who came back from nowhere, and was knocked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Suddenly, a phoenix feather descended down from the heavens and revived the Giant One Eyed Booger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The Giant One Eyed Booger (GOEB) looked up tiredly into the Heavens where the phoenix fell and saw Dumbledore float down from the heaven's above with Harry Potter hugging him from behind. "Touch my finger, Son, and you shall be a booger no more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The Giant One Eyed Booger then teared while seeing his childhood hero turn gay before his very eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;mustering up his strength, the GOEB shot out a think stream of oogers that wraped around dumbledore and harry potter and binded them together for all eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Dumbledore was furious at the GOEB's audacity and summoned Frodo his Son to tear the cornea of the GOEB and slice his retina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But the obnoxious Dumbledore forgot that the GOEB was actually part-phagocyte, and by the time his little-known puny brain of his figured it out, the GOEB had engulfed him, rendering Dumbledore helpless as he struggled to swim through the endless green muck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then, the GOEB secreted various dumbledore-eases and harrypottereases to digest them both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The enzymes began to eat away at the flesh of Dumbledore and Harry Potter, blood began to pour from the exposed flesh and the veins fell to floor in thick strands. Out of nowhere came Smeagol and he began to eat the veins, smearing his mouth with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;An automated protocol vacuum cleaner droid by the name of F134S then flew out of the fallen kingdom HubbaHubba, for it was a FLYING vacuum cleaner, which was awfully noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you haven't noticed, F134S spells 'FLEAS' in leet. No, it isn't an official in l33t speak. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;eing universally hated, everyonetook out a rotten tomato and threw it at the vacuum cleaner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;What the people did not know was that Tinky Winky was in love with the vacuum cleaner and at this moment, he ran out to the vaccuum cleaner's defence. Poor Tinky Winky was actually made of Toufu, so the rotten tomatoes that were pelted punctured Tinky Winky's Toufu body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tinky Winky then became a porous SAP (super absorbent polymer) and absorbed every being to fill its gaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;in a futile attempt to stop the evil gay twinky winky, the GOEB threw itself against Tinky Winky and sealed it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But Twinky Winky pulled him into an unbelievably tight embrace and planted a wet kiss on his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And the GOEB proposed to Tinky Winky right on the spot. With a ring made of green goo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;being an OCD sufferer, Tinky winky, screamed like a little girl and ran, i mean flew, away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And suddenly a real little girl showed up beside the crying and dejected GOEB. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;he had really fair skin and short hair and seemed very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know where Eunice was going with that statement don't you. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;And before GOEB's very eyes, she transformed into Chewbacca, with a lightsaber. Turns out Chewbacca stole Han Solo's holographic cloaking device from the Millenium Falcon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Han Solo, being extremely pissed off at chewy, decided to ram the Millenium Falcon into Chewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Chewy fell, there was a large hole in his stomach and his digestive juices began to flow everywhere, his guts pouring out like water from a broken dam. Chewy closed his eyes and went into eternal slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Han Solo then unmasked himself to reveal an..a..uh.. mask. Darth Vader wasn't actually dead! And he stood in the midst of spilled guts flooded digestive juices full of enzymes and veins and blood and everything QueenieFist mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;With a zap, the 'dead' chewy then received a great electric shock, and sprung back to life as the elves from Haven city revived him with Faerie healing magic&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says (1:03 AM):The elves then bowed down low to him and swore to be his loyal knights and help Chewbacca on his mission. The elves had white silvery hair, pointy ears, arrows and bows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALTERNATE ENDINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Cntrl+F and type 1 for my ending, 2 for Eunice's ending, and 3 for Lianzhi's ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could just scroll.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;PEANUTWOOKIE&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;/strong&gt; (very) minimalist ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-KABOOM-&lt;/strong&gt; . And everyone died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;QUEENIEFIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s (Warning!) R21 ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The elves then managed to convert everyone to gays and homosexuals, massacred all star war creatures, slayed all cartoon characters. They then settled down for a grand feast of roasted dumbledore meat and used Harry Potter's skin for a blanket. They lived happily ever after!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;RENEWIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s (Very long) Starcraft ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then suddenly, from the outer perimeter of the planet, the massive armada of the great Protoss fleet warped into existence. detecting the numerous activities on the planet surface, they assumed that it was zerg activity and commanded multiple psionic storms to me unleashed by the Templars of the Khalai and the Dark Templars focused their energys into the Uraj and the Khalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then, they sent the mighty tassadar to the ground to unleash the mighty psionic storms and energys to the surface of the planet. within a matter of seconds, the whole planet imploded upon itself, taking out every single life form on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. Just felt like saying that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Mr. Richard by R.E.M. , status being, er, painfully paranoid about chem lesson tomorrow. And still nuts about sci-fi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;"Fear, leads to hate. Hate leads to anger. Anger leads to suffering; and suffering, leads to the Dark Side" - Yoda    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;(Note: I'm quoting from memory so it isn't 100% accurate. Oh well, Yoda knows best. Best knows, Yoda will.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5858043985373908132?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5858043985373908132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5858043985373908132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5858043985373908132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5858043985373908132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-lived-past-3-weeks-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SHdvKKh9K-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/5w5nP5wPPGk/s72-c/STAR_WARS__by_isis69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-3974076794545065123</id><published>2008-07-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:24:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Alright, I think it's utterly inappropriate to have that image of Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor kissing right smack in front of the screen when you guys click on the 'entries' tab, not that I have anything agaisnt it. But I just don't want little kiddies to chance upon my blog while roaming the vast world of cyberspace like vulnerable little sheeps waiting to be picked off by ravenous wolves , e.g Paris Hilton letting loose on Youtube, only to stare at that image from Moulin Rouge and go like "mommy, why are their mouths stuck together?" or "are they gonna be in that position forever?" , you get the drift. So I shall post something short, to get myself out of the parent-sueing mob's target. Since we were talking about 'ultimatum' that day, this shall be my ultimatum for the past fortnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I WANT MY MOJO BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm awfully sorry to those i've been such a jerk to. I didn't mean it in any way other than to help everyone else, though I did it in all the wrong ways. Apologies won't take back what I said, but nevertheless ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I AM shifting over to the Dark side. *laughs coldly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;MojoMojoMojoMojoMojoMojoMojooooooooooooooooooooo...MOJO. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Where the heck is it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;" You like me because im a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;- Han Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And that statement, unfortunately will never happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;To think that , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;oho, I just found out that I'm actually such a scoundrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to: John, Let Me Go by Sondre Lerche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-3974076794545065123?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3974076794545065123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=3974076794545065123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3974076794545065123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3974076794545065123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/07/alright-i-think-its-utterly.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-8309047629145618821</id><published>2008-06-11T14:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:53:37.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057099595850946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyUUJ2pMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/D5RAXKwFk9Y/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;That was one of the greatest quotes ever, I reckon. It's from Moulin Rouge, which i've finished watching over the past couple of days. Had a great time watching it, especially with all the cartoon-ish sound effects and thier knack for breaking into impromptu song and dance sequences and a seemingly telepathic ability to create a song right on the spot and with everyone else somehow knowing all the lyrics to it, lol. It other words, its like a Kindergarten performance taken to a whole new level! And who knows, I might be secretly Bohemian too, LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057092760423506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyT6sKTFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ThdVQTG3fPc/s320/2516830232_57ecd02147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Now hey, I really wouldn't mind that, though im not even remotely French. But anyway, Bohemians seem to have all the fun! Hahaha. It'd be pretty darn fun wouldn't it? To just care about Freedom , Beauty, Truth and above all, Love; and not give a damn about anything else. Maybe write a play or two, form a troupe, get an Argentineaan concussed... yeap, sounds like one heck of a good time! Lol. Anyway, Ewan McGregor has just the most amazing voice ever, not to mention a very nice , albeit wacky ,smile. Absolutely adore him in Moulin Rouge! Especially loved 'Your Song' , 'All You Need is Love' and 'Come What May'. Awesome dude, Ewan McGregor. Not forgetting the whole cast of 'Spectacular Spectacular' too! The whole impromptu-singing-in-the-giant-elephant-thingamajig-in-an-attempt-to-fool-the-bad-guy cracked me up really hard, hahaha. Imagine a bunch of adults prancing around to Can Can singing about a Sitar man. Although I found that the cinematography was at times, to modern for it's own good, maybe even wierd like the Green Fairy thing, but I think it worked amazingly at some parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057108317873218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyU0pWJEI/AAAAAAAAAho/zO3mx44WAMw/s320/Moulin_Rouge_by_dop12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Baz Luhrmann knows how to really mix drama and comedy well without subjecting it to immense corny-ness and sappy-ness. Pretty hard , considering you've got a character like Christian on your hands. Absolutely brilliant screenplay by Ewan McGregor , portraying Christian with more charm than immature love-crazed boyishness. Can't wait to watch Baz Luhrmann's coming movie, &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt; this December, with Nicole Kidman again -she's awesome too!- and the one and only, HUGH JACKMAN! Whooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212071953124090530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFT_05284qI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BtNqY_feWhU/s320/australiaphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Gosh, now I know how deprived I am. Can you believe that that was the 1st time in my life i've watching Moulin rouge? My mom wasn't too keen on letting me watch it when they were playing it on channel 5. ALL THE WASTED YEARS!! Lol okay Im going loopy again. But I just loved the movie anyway, especially since its full of history and architecture and artistry and.. and...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057107517045170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyUxqaebI/AAAAAAAAAhw/CxYDnJsKV3U/s320/Moulin_Rouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;ITS SET IN PARIS! AND PARIS IS ART! AND ART IS WHOOOOO~ -awesome-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lol. I love Paris (as in the place). You gotta love Paris. Everybody's gotta loves Paris! I definately wanna go there someday. Maybe even see the actual Moulin Rouge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;And here's that test that everyone's doing on their blogs, and my tagger is Nigel. Thanks dude, haaha. You just made 10 more people myopic. Lol, joking. This is actually pretty timely, since I'm done watching Moulin Rouge which is well, about love and all that jazz what makes the world go round which is NOT money. I shan't take the credit - most of the quotes here are from the movie itself, which I find very honest and sincere. Except for the last one which is from Iron Man. Love &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; honest and sincere! Anyway, here's the test, so knock yourself out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)&lt;/strong&gt; Create an angry mob to hunt him down with the excuse that he's a giant clam in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; Wrestle him (and win, hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)&lt;/strong&gt; Get Fairy Godparents and wish that a giant Moose will appear and squish him alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)&lt;/strong&gt; Put him through hours of global warming documentaries and unconstructive Korean Dramas!!! MWAHAHAHA! (not that it global warming documentaries aren't.. interesting.. just.. a little too much of.. about the, um, green stuff. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e)&lt;/strong&gt; Find some way to get all of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Naw, really, I think.. I'll uh.. go into withdrawal symptoms or something. Lol. Maybe coop myself up in the dumpster and stuff myself with tons of math every day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hahaha, naw .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Seriously, I'll take time to get over it, but then someday true love will come, won't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Patience, my young Padawan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;(Okay, fine, so that quote was from Star Wars.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Be ultimately HAPPY! And sharing it with someone I love. Which might also mean fulfilling everything on my 'wanted' list.. whichever comes first. Aw heck. Its wierd for me to start talking about loooovvvveee in this post ain't it? Well, anyway, happiness is WHOO!! *grins*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;and it might not always mean fufilling that cruddy list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Well what a coincidence, I was talking to my mom about this the other day. I'd like a simple one, with just a small group of really special people. And of course marrying someone I truly love, that goes without saying. Nothing too fancy eh? Tickle.com did say that I'm easy to please, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Wha- what? I don't understand what you're talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Lol, okay im kidding around. But anyway, I'm already too confused for comfort, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. What is your ideal lover like&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spiffy! LMAO. Kidding around again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Just has to be the right guy who loves me for who I am, no matter come what may. Although being dashingly charming with sideburns and a good sense of humour will be a plus, HAHA. Well that was too much to the superficial side... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;The first part of my answer, though, will be more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And that was my inner Bohemian speaking again, Whoop Dee Doo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is more blessed, loving someone or loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I shall rip and modify my answer from Tony Stark (Hey I'm crediting you already a'right?) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Some people ask whether it's more blessed to love someone or to be loved by someone. I say, is it too much to ask for both?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Haha, alright. Ergo, my answer is both. But if I had to choose, it'll be to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As long as need be. Or die. Or whichever comes first, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing. What AM I gonna do? Rob a bank? Pretend that I'm my evil clone trying to take over the world and try to get him to be my sidekick? Hmm, the last one sounds good actually... FORGET IT.NOTHING. IM DOING ABSOLUTELY , &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING. &lt;/strong&gt;If he's the one, then I'll jolly well wait or our time to come, and it'll all be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Timetable. Is. A &lt;strong&gt;DRAG&lt;/strong&gt;. Majorly. Period.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Kids. (hopefully this is momentarily speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Considering that I'm supposed to be doing Biology instead of posting this and that I'm lagging behind me schedule by quite a bit and that I might get screwed when... Aw&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; HELL YEAH IT'S FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A nervous wreck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;No wait, a nervous BOHEMIAN wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;LOL okay but I'll HOPE to see myself as a successful artist, maybe working in the film industry, contented, famous blogger? And ultimately, still nutty. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God, Friends, Family (or what's left of it), 4E (goes without saying), Church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NUTS! Wahahahha! Just kidding Nigel, you're very, very awesome, although there are some so-help-me-because-of-your-hate-and-negativity moments. But I'm glad that you're taking a (hopefully PERMANENT) hiatus from it all. Here's a smiley for you even though I hate using them in blog posts ;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;If you um, don't know, that's... well.. Cyclops smiling. You know, Scott Summers.. Xmen.. oh never mind. Hahaha. Always look on the bright side, Nigel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MARRIED (to the right guy) AND POOR, ANYTIME! "Love is a many-splendoured thing" ; come what may!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Heck, I AM secretly Bohemian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;School morning: Wake up, go back to sleep for fifteen minutes, wakes up because of my mom's nagging, and yell 'OMGOSH TIEN'S GONNA KILL ME FOR BEING LATE. SHIT, SHIT!' in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Holiday morning: Wake up, go back to sleep/ Wake up, lie in bed for hours until around 10am (or when my mom starts the vacuum cleaner, whichever comes first) and pretend to be sleeping when my mom tries to wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;-I HATE VACUUM &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CLEANERS- screw em' unliterally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Only when I'm married, then damn well, YES! OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 person simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Neither. 2 at a time is probably just infatuation... or desperation. Of course I do hope I'm not (and never will be) the latter. If we're meant to be (either one of them I mean), then we'll eventually end up together somehow, ain't that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Well, I don't know! I don't think friends can be defined! And of course I'll like all my friends! Why the heck would I not like them? Lol. Wierd question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. what type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;"Friends" that aren't actually friends. Which in this case, makes this question nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;------------Instructions: tag 8 people to do this and the person who have been tag must write their answers on their blogs and cannot tag the person who tagged them. State the person who tagged you and cannot refuse tag. get the game going.&lt;/span&gt; --------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I shan't tag those who have already done the test, from me or anyone else. Hey wait, that ain't fair, so many people have already been tagged before me. Bummer.. this'll be random then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Eunini, Kia Wee, Jolyney, Lianzhi, Cheryl, Kimbo (YAY! KIMBO STARTED A NEW BLOG!! WHOOOP!) and Char, although you don't have a blog. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, me and Lianzhi was feeling pretty bored stiff (well, mostly him, I was just sick of doing work) so we made up this crazy ludicriously insane story on msn. It starts with Lz giving a sentence , then me continuing it and yadda yadda yadda, so knock yourself out, here's the whole thing I recorded down, including our own personal comments and supposedly wide-eyed 'wtf-ing' (mostly, or all, made my lianzhi, lol) . Words in &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; are by Lianzhi, and words in &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;olive green&lt;/span&gt; are by me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Dodo&amp;amp;PeanutInc. production&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GREAT NONSENSICAL MIX OF SUPERHEROES AND STUFF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.k.a TGNMOSAS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a parody of our comic/sci-fi junkie-ness) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------Warning: A good deal of comic-junkie-ness is essential to fully understand the story. So go read a couple of Marvel comics, watch a few episodes of Spongebob, The Fairly Oddparents and Ben10 and watch the whole Star Wars trilogy or something before you read this, lol --------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It was a cold dark night and Suzie was walking home when suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;she saw a giant bar of cadbury leaping out of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Screaming with delight, Suzie rushed forward to take a bite out of it only to realise that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;it had a layer of aluminium oxide covering it, and it tasted like microchips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ&lt;/strong&gt;:wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:sorry you want it less stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt;not really, i like it this way, but u've been reading too much chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:oh cool, okay haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;spitting her mouth full of cadbury chocolate laced with Aluminium oxide out, she punched the bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;who happened to be an extra on a movie set dressed as a bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ&lt;/strong&gt;:this is hilarious, you should record this down lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;I AM! HAHA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"What the hell man?" the bear said, clutching it's nose. "you'll regret that" with a roar, the bear started to charge after Suzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But instead of running and screaming as if she was high on helium, Suzie took a bottle of vegemite out of her bag and offered it to the movie-extra-turned-bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Stunned, the bear stopped and took the vegemite from her. the bear started to gulp it down when he found something a stick of dynamite in the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ&lt;/strong&gt;:this is so acme-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; very! lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It was unlit, so Suzie took her lighter out, light it up, and yelled "YIPPEE KAI YAY" into the bear's face&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sniggering, the bear took a bazooka out from a hyper-dimensional cube and shot the lit dynamite back at Suzie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; now its jimmy neutron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:we should make this into a movie, lol. jimmy neutron plus die hard, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha, yea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;who swallowed it whole and spat it back to the oversized bar of cadbury, in which the lit dynamite got stuck in, coated with aluminium oxide and chocolate and all&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Screaming like a little girl-squirrel hybrid, the actor quickly stripped out of his cadbury bear costume, stuffed it under a bucket and sat on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; this makes no sense at all lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:yeah, i thought the cadbury and the bear were different ppl? LOL WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha, yea! this is a super random story, i wonder what will betsy make of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:(oh yeah we should give it to her! wahahah! she'll be laughing her pants off.no wait, okay I dont wanna see that. tell her to wear a skirt when she reads this then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt;eheheh, since u are recording this down, later send me the file or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Then Suzie, actually being an asylum escapee (and is still whack) ,went insane and started wrestling the man in an Iron Man suit which she stole from some costume store a few avenues back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL. where the hell did that come from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:somewhere in ... nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: came from my imagination * draws rainbow*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Then suddenly, in a bright flash of light, the miniature arc reactor on the suit sprung to life, activating the dormant J.A.R.V.I.S. and making the man a superhero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; whooo! the whole cast of iron man is gonna be so proud of us, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The man-turned-superhero then began to laugh maniacally, and then looking down towards the thoroughly unamused Suzie,he said " Suzie.. I .. am.. your... Father... ...'s brother's half-sister's aunt's great-grandad, thirteen times removed"&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Shocked, suzie fell to the ground. "but, i am a man....." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The man-turned-superhero then stood there for a moment, expressionless, for Iron Man suits only came with helmets with a straight line for a mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;: is that grammatically correct? sounds funny, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;In a flash, Suzie drew her lightsaber and sliced his hand off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;One would think that the man would be crouching on the cold concrete floor groaning in anguish; but no, he called for backup in the form of a troop of AT-AT walkers which nearly squished Suzie alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Luckily, suzie was able to wear the one ring that hid her from view. coupled with her high amounts of chakra and Force, suzie was able to get out of the scrape without being harmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;She then took out a can of spraypaint, and sprayed the man-in-the-suit totally pink with &lt;strong&gt;-gasp-&lt;/strong&gt; Will Ferrell's photos all over it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt;is the man in the suit ironman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:the man is in an iron man suit, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:but he's not tony stark, nor robert downey jr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:lol confusing eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt;lets just call him Iron Man to not confuse any1 who might read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:okay then, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; i realised that he feels no pain from his hand chopped off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:lol i realised i forgot to add that in just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:um.. make it seem as if the guy has a bad lag in his head or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; neurons aren't working properly lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Reminded by J.A.R.V.I.S. that he had his hand chopped off, Iron Man started to scream in pain and agony. all whilst trying to balance on one leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME&lt;/strong&gt;:LOL. imagine tony stark doing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha, J: Sir, you hand has been severed. TS: oh, thank you jarvis, AURHGGHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;:hahahahaha!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The Iron Man dude then tried to hop himelf on one leg to the hospital, forgetting that he had thrusters on the sole of his feet, the idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; lol you can ignore 'the idiot' part at the end. love J.A.R.V.I.S!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Although J.A.R.V.I.S. knew about the thrusters, he decided to not tell Iron Man as he was laughing too hard. Meanwhile, Suzie has set up a booby trap for the unsuspecting Iron Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt;i'm randoming now. rofl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;who was a noob in being Iron Man since he was actually a movie extra, crash landed onto the ground right into the booby traps which was a pit full of educational television! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; from spongebob. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahahahaha, yea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Being unable to escape from the pit, the extra was put through hours and hours of Dora the explora and Blues Clues. until suddely, the caped crusader came and rescued him from the pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; 'the' caped crusader or 'a' caped crusader? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; lol, u know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; BLUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; rofl, the caped crusader is Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; they call batman that? thats such a sad name. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; go google it lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; eeee. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; rofl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;But then Negachin, being kindergarten arch enemies with The Caped Crusader, used his oversized chin to knock him off his feet into the pit of educational television while gloating about how after those years of Batman stealing his toys, he finally got back at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;with the crack of the whip, the Caped Crusader was saved from an almost certain death by the ever so prepared Indiana Jones. who lassoed him out of the pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Suzie, being diabolical and all, was still unsatisfied even after all the shenanigans that she'd got all the superheroes in to; and she decided to call in James Bond to get into a scuffle with Indiana Jones (in which they very well did) over some chick they both got jealous over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME:&lt;/strong&gt; i still cant believe indiana jones is such a skirt chaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, omg, this is getting so royal rumblish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; very, haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;After the scuffle, both super heroes emerged, Indiana, sweating and with a whip in his hand, and Bond, totally clean and with a pistol. Suddenly, with a blast of trumpets, Captain America entered the fray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Captain America then did an impression of The Hulk that he learn't from TV while attempting to use his shield as a frisbee to knock all the other superheroes down like dominoes because they were upstaging him in all his, well, All-American glory, but his aim wasn't that good and it missed, ricocheted off IronMan's suit right back at him, knocking himself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The other superheroes were all laughing too hard at the unconscious Captian America to notice that Ben10 has sneaked up behind all of them and abducted away Suzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; OMGOSH! I WANTED TO PUT IN BEN10 TOO! HI 5! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Ben then transformed himself into Accelerate to escape the rest of them, laughing about how inane the other superheroes were, but then a sumo wrestler pops out of nowhere and Ben/Accelerate ran right into him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;being EXTREMELY pissed off at him, the Sumo wrestler summons out the Excalibur and tries to slice up Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME:&lt;/strong&gt; whoa, medieval eh? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; wahahaha okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; the ony rule here is that there are no rules. lols. so darn cliched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; it is? lol i dont hear that often. haha, no rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, eh, send me the file leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME: &lt;/strong&gt;we havent finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; rofl, yea, but this story can literally go on foreve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;when do you wanna stop? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, dunno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Then The Knights of Cydonia who were hunting Excalibur, confronted the sumo wrestler, and started spouting expletives in latin which made the sumo wrestler all the more angry and transformed into a ninja-sumo dude !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL! NONSENSICAL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;As the ninja-sumo dude was highly trained in the ways of the gladiator and an avid DBZ watcher, he quickly wielded the Excalibur and tried to take on The Knights of Cydonia but was sorely outnumber, feeling this, the Ninja-sumo dude forced a energy pill down his throat where he activated his, SUPER SAIYAN MODE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME:&lt;/strong&gt; thats the point! lol!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Then, from a black bun, his hair turned bleached blonde and spiked up, so he yelled "KAMEHAMEHA!", rendering the Knights of Cydonia and Ben all stunned and blinded by his awesomeness, while the golden ball of chi loomed closer and closer to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; ball of chi? or ball of fats?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; isnt the kamehameha thing made of chi or something? Or energy. or something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; rofl, no idea, i dont watch DBZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; i nvr knew what its made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The golden ball of chi then dispersed suddenly and the sumo-nina dude sped through the dispersing energy, wielding a dual edged katna. Using the energy ball as a cover, the sumo-wrestler dude was able to summon out a moogle and save his progress through the action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME:&lt;/strong&gt; moogle? wheres that from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; final Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, c'mon, i'm falling asleep soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;However, as the sumo wrestler was saving his progress, Suzie plugged out the console and the sumo wrestler was deleted! Stuck in the depths of terabytes of deleted data as a fragment of the techonological universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; (lol sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;At that very moment, Suzie's mother came into the room and asked her why she was still hogging her beloved XBOX360 and not going to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;A loud wail then echoed through the room as Suzie clutched her Xbox360 and whispered "she's... dying ... shes dying ..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; kinda took that from moulin rouge lol.. sounds like she has a thing for electronics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;being unable to comprehend her daughter's love for the Xbox360,her mother just left the room quietly and went back to watching television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ME:&lt;/strong&gt; you getting very sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; hahas, quite. lol. too hungry i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; lol hungry again. actually i am too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; you wanna end it or continue tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ:&lt;/strong&gt; haha, lets end it and u send me the file)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;as her mother closed the door, Suzie, with a glimmer in her eye then went like "hah, PSYCHE!" and pranced around her room with maracas and wearing a sombrero in a funny manner accompanied with a bad justin timberlake impersonation, which then attracted a SEA BEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; okay, lol you end it. kill her off or something, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LZ&lt;/strong&gt;: ROFL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;the attracted sea bear then flopped to the ground and started to gasp for water. upon seeing this, Suzie laughed so hard that she couldnt breathe and eventually suffocated and died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And that shall conclude today's post, since loads of people have said that my posts are kinda too long cos I hadda stuff 2 weeks worth of stuff into a day's post. Sheesh. And anyway, I've still got mathing to do and church camp tomorrow. Gosh, another day with those kidergarten kids. I think im gonna die under the hyperactiveness of those little tykes. Oh well, at least it'll be fun preparing for the games in the backyard. I had this crazy idea just now, and managed to shoot up those plastic arrows with the suction thingy at the end up to the 2nd floor window with the plastic bow and arrow set. And everyone started trying to do the same thing after that, LOL. I was like, "hey.. Lemme try something... mm.. I GOT IT! ITS ON THE WINDOW! WHOOOO!!" HAHHAA. Water games again tomorrow ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Freedom, Truth, Beauty, Love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057104709742034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyUnNGbdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MnazGrKKEvQ/s320/Moulin_Rouge_by_rosesnthorns65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I am... Bohemian!! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Currently listening to There's Gold in Them Hills by the Black Crows, status is exhausted as usual. More than usual. Almost slept while bathing, seriously. Yeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Yeah, I can fly."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-8309047629145618821?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/8309047629145618821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=8309047629145618821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8309047629145618821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/8309047629145618821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/06/greatest-thing-you-can-ever-learn-is.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SFTyUUJ2pMI/AAAAAAAAAhY/D5RAXKwFk9Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-2646481011291138858</id><published>2008-06-05T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:17:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIAN ZHI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The dorky wierdo that we've all come to know and love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Sucks that all the ncc guys are in Malaysia. There's like, a void in msn now. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Shall update this post later, when I have the time. Meanwhile, scroll down for my take on the class outing and my , er, declaration of infatuation for Robert Downey Jr and his string of movies. I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to: We Will Rock You by Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Status: Infatuated, still. Exhausted , still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-2646481011291138858?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/2646481011291138858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=2646481011291138858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2646481011291138858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/2646481011291138858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-lian-zhi-dorky-wierdo.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-3936375051901512654</id><published>2008-06-01T14:44:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:12:58.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh, how it's been so long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;since I've blogged ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;since 4E had a class outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;If there's anything else that can change my week, its class outings. And this time's at Jianyu's gargantuan house again, complete with all four levels of it, and this time, I gladly annouce that I DID NOT get lost on any of the levels, unlike the last time. Lol. Heck, if you guys forgot, the first time we went there, I couldn't remember what level I was on. Hahaha. Oh... and I remember the class outing that time wasn't too fun at all. But this time, it was just awful ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;...&lt;strong&gt; LY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It was Pretty Darn Fun, If I do say so myself. Too bad a couple of hours was wasted with us in the dumb English Enrichment class with an instructor that just gives me the urge to stick an "L" (for loser) up her forehead. She was nice to give us sweets to perk us up, I know, but I somehow just didnt like her... well.. vibe. Lol. Well I don't know! She just gives that kind of obnoxious attitude, I feel. Anyway, it was an utter BORE doing the cruddy pre-test. A essay in 40 mins and compre in an hour? That's crazy talk! I didn't even know how I managed to finish it. Seriously. Well, you'd never guess where I took the inspiration for my essay from (fine, so it's barely an accomplishment... ) ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;IRON MAN! ( And a line from &lt;em&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/em&gt; by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, lol. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206944784548528690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SELIsagWgjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PRxzAOA_zV4/s320/d52e9dc207f59defe676288eab7559ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206944762177701746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SELIrHKux3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/1YsQYGv7ifY/s320/Invincible___MARVEL_02_IRONMAN_by_adonihs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;This is like, the N-th time i've put Iron Man images on my blog, lol. I can still remember the scene where Tony Stark, testing his thrusters, goes like "3,2,1" and smacks right into the wall behind, hah! I could even quote Yin Sen in my essay! No kidding! (To Tony Stark) " You're a man who has everything ... ... and nothing." Oh, crap, I even forgot to state the essay title, HAHA! Its 'Envy', so I hope you know where I'm going with all the Iron Man stuff. No? Bah, forget it. Im a peanut aren't I? And peanuts are meant to be inexplicable, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lol, laugh out loud if you will, I know its a pretty ludicrious thing to do. Must've been the effect of watching it a 2nd time. Yes, I went for another round of it with Char and LZ, and boy, was it worth it. Yeah yeah call me a waste of space for spending my 1st and 2nd movies of the year watching the SAME THING but crud, its the joy of re-watching! Its the same reason why we watch reruns of the same episode of Days of Our Lives (only applicable for my mom) ; its the same reason why we watch the same episodes of Ben 10 and Iggy Arbuckle and we never get sick of it! Okay, maybe not much of Iggy Arbuckle, but the name has a nice ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;to it, doens't it? Like "Iggy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RR&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;buckle!" Lol. Going on, Its the same reason why we can repeat almost every line in the Spongebob Squarepant's episode with the &lt;strong&gt;HASH SLINGING SLASHER!!&lt;/strong&gt; Well, at least I can, so. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Beside's, though some people might think of this as in inane thing to do, me and LZ (it was Char's first time watching , so) caught it just for the sake of Samuel L. Jackson's cameo as Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D in the less-than-a-minute-long after-credits. Yeap, 7 bucks 50 just to hear Tony Stark enter the house and go "who the hell are you" with Nick Fury saying (oooh I love the first line.) " I am Iron Man. *turns around and faces Tony* Tony Stark, you think you're the only superhero around here. Fact is, you're wrong". Heck, am I nuts. I could actually remember that. Anyway, I also caught it for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROBERT DOWNEY JR. !!!&lt;/span&gt; *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858708977312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEJ6aKA94cI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ppki_D5x4kk/s320/Robert_Downey_Jr__by_artsiipunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858449817661682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEJ6LEkfcPI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3PmhIeCFivY/s320/Iron_Man_Robert_Downey_Jr__art_by_RobGranito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206858463135813954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEJ6L2LyUUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WAOspdCLcyQ/s320/Robert_Downey_Jr____Iron_Man_by_chandler_nyc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Ahh.. Downey Jr. in all his new found substance abuse-less&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; glory! He's a way cool actor, he does good sarcasm, theres this subtle vibe of awesomeness every time I watch him act, and he has COOL FLIPPY HAIR! Lol, okay, not now, since he cut it. But you can't deny that he looks good as Tony Stark! I just adore the last photo of him here. LZ too I think. Isn't it the coolest?! When he goes like "I humbly present to you... the Jericho." and the missiles launch, and a HUGE blast of air just soars and blows everyone off thier balance as Tony Stark just stands there like that, like as if even a Seven Nation Army (another quote from a band, lol: The White Stripes) couldn't hold him back and you just stare, awestruck, like : whoaaaa, is that bloody incredible or IS THAT bloody incredible?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And he was super in Zodiac and Charlie Bartlett (which I almost teared for at the end). Anton Yelchin and Kat Dennings were really good in there too. Hahaha, the part with Anton Yelchin whacking his head while saying a word starting with 'V' 5 times was LOL. Oh , if anyone remembers 'Dizzy' from 'Oracle' on Nickelodeon, he's in there too. And Brokeback Mountain or not, Jake Gyllenhaal might just be my next favourite after Robert Downey Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867293697176802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEKCN2lrdOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/00aUSTBeqo8/s320/Zodiac_Poster_by_e_klipse.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;My gosh, I think I went on like, a Robert-Downey-Jr fest or something. Watched a streak of his movies this couple of weeks. Yes, there isn't much blood in Zodiac to please gore-festers like Nigel, but the whole story about the Zodiac Killings was mind boggling. And the most creepy thing is, its a true story that hasn't been solved until know. Gosh, I just NEED to know who the Zodiac is!! Im wanna solve that cipher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206865117073765954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEKAPKCN9kI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WZ4HUeLes4M/s320/charliebartlett_galleryposter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Charlie Bartlett, Charlie Bartlett, Charlie Bartlett. People like me can really identify with this movie. Not really popular, pretty much unknown, little bit of nudity, it's rated, but really, go watch it. There's something very intriguing and - like Ms Teo would say- refreshing, for a teen comedy. It made me go near-tears, might just do the same to you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Also decided to give myself a break by watching the M18, &lt;strong&gt;Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus&lt;/strong&gt;. (Slight Spoilers ahead!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208315317503728882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEenL7oJHPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vLDgxIjalgk/s320/473359614_94a42a30a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Fur, is undeniably one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen. Yeap, B-e-a-utiful. A definate joy to experience. Deserves a darn good and most definately honourable mention on my blog. Or more like a declaration, so. Well, okay, partly because Both Robert Downey Jr. and Nicole Kidman is in there, but anyway, it has one of the most heartfelt storylines , screenplay and acting EVER. Reviews have said this, and I agree that this is like a darker and sadder version of Beauty and the Beast, which I loved too. I was pretty worried about seeing Robert Downey Jr's Lionel Sweeney, who's suffering from hypertrichosis. Meaning that he's.. well, furry. As in Chewbacca furry, lol. I mean it! The first time he took the sack-for-a-mask off , it went like "hey! That ain't too bad! He just looks an awful lot like Chewy!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370699152466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfZjkWJIiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/JCeWBSv2i-I/s320/006FDA_Robert_Downey_Jr_014.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Words are certainly not enough to put this movie into description, but if I had to pick something, it'd be scarily mesmerising, literally. The whole movie was totally creepy, but in a good way. Hell, Nicole Kidman doing unconventional wierdo/baddie roles (wierdo role here) scares the crap out of me! I couldn't get used to it in The Golden Compass, I couldn't get used to it here either. But what I wil say, is that she did Diane Arbus very well, I think. Very disturbed, very in-dilemma, very eccentric, very passionate, very haunting. Absolutely amazing. Although her character sometimes can scare the pants off me even without trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208315325524423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEenMZgbNFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/epsR-JgRW4k/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, I do think that Robert Downey Jr was very fitting of Lionel Sweeney's role. Especially his raspy voice yet strangely warm with a hint of fear at the start of the movie before we'd actually see any of his face, hair or no hair. I love how his performance this time is pretty subtle, quite different from Iron Man, also since he'd have to act with mostly his eyes and gestures alone cos he'd only get , er, shaved, only after 95 minutes. Yes! My gosh! I was so darn happy when I actually saw his face after 95 freakin minutes! Imagine that! Anyway, it just further proves that he is one heck of a talent, Robert Downey Jr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried at the end of the movie, when Lionel died. One of the saddest scenes i've seen. And the best part is, they don't even show it, but yet I could really feel the surge of emotions. Just makes me wanna be in the movie myself , if y'know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370658936822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfZhOh_GiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rHsO2AiL7OA/s320/006FDA_Nicole_Kidman_117.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370668995882082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfZh0AQLGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/T-ZmJcQhwk4/s320/006FDA_Robert_Downey_Jr_003.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208375575499345154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfd_aJ1jQI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6CBpWNQVd_A/s320/006FDA_Robert_Downey_Jr_019.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370687762361186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfZi56h62I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CMXBfqdfhxY/s320/006FDA_Robert_Downey_Jr_018.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208370712395526370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfZkVriMOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EXFi3l6qCDo/s320/006FDA_Robert_Downey_Jr_032.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm in love with the movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with Lionel's house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm in love with Robert Downey Jr, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm in love with Nicole Kidman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;(Not in that sense!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208315313188770290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEenLrjYEfI/AAAAAAAAAew/O3U__5um5Y0/s320/desktop3_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I am, just, immersed in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208336011103493250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEe6AdSy3II/AAAAAAAAAfI/nzsjlRBc0Zs/s320/Fur-An-Imaginary-Portrait-of-Diane-Arbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Alrighty! Time for a change of tone! And I just remembered that Robert Downey Jr. is gonna be in Tropic Thunder along with Jack Black and Ben Stiller! JACK BLACK! YAY! Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206873011224752610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEKHaqCeseI/AAAAAAAAAeA/d-e-6iPf8E8/s320/200px-Tropic_thunder_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Don't know whether it'll be good, but one reason if I DO watch it, even though it looks a little crass-like, is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I know its horribly idiotic to put up a vid from American Idol, but ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLwBUovs99E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLwBUovs99E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho! Aren't they just amazing?! Hahaha! This vid always cracks me up. I'll even make my music player visible so you guys can shut Augustana up and listen to this. Not that Augustana sucks.. they rock, but anyway... Love the way Robert Downey Jr. dances, love Ben Stiller's wacky smile and his attempt to cover for all three of them when Jack Black got into the scuffle with Robert Downey Jr, and its official, that JACK BLACK NEEDS A BETTER BELT. lol. Those three are waaaaaayyyy butt-kickingly funny! Ain't gonna miss Tropic Thunder with all of em' in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Alrighty then, I shall stop this Robert Downey Jr. madness (nope, it ain't Sparta) and get on with the class outing . But first, let's give it up for ROBERT DOWNEY JR. ; who's managed to overcome drugs and booze and made an spectacular comeback, and deserves his name caps-ed, shall we ? *Standing Ovation* After all, he's like, the best actor EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Second to Hugh Jackman , that is. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;On with the class outing! Pearl wanted to go home, so me Kim and Jiahui accompanied her home , meeting Nigel and Jolyney at the bus stop, before we went to Jian Yu's house. Okay, im making him sound as if he's some swinging bachelor trying to declare his avaliability. LOL. Anyway, Ernest and gang called to meet us at the bus stop below Pearl's house, and we ended up waiting for about an hour (I heard from all the lamenting going on, lol) and missed a couple of 164s (or was it 163?) just for them. Hahaha. Well, we actually pretended to be mad and ignore them on the bus, but I just couldn't help laughing and grinning or sputtering at the very thought of us scamming them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Even Nigel , who was trying to look his "angriest", couldnt stop himself from smiling while looking at spasmic me, with a serious lack of self control. Char has that impulse whenever she sees me too, don't you, Char? Hahaha! And anyway, in the bus, Cheng Siong, being the nice guy that he is, offered to treat ALL of us to Roti Prata the next morning for our wait. LOL! Of course, I couldn't pass up such a great opportunity... not to mention that I was pretty much broke and only left with 5 bucks at that point in time and supposed to get some ice cream for (mr) Tien ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;oh alright, IM JUST EASILY PERSUADED A'RIGHT?! I ADMIT IT! GARH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Besides, I think CS was kinda broke himself, so he didn't treat us in the end, lol. But thanks for offering anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Trust Jiahui to be the most overprepared among the 9 of us, being the only one who brought an umbrella, haha. Yeah, it rained for a bit, fortunately not too much. You know what, me and Pearl actually agreed that getting lost on the way to Jian Yu's house was kinda fun! Since none of us knew EXACTLY where it was, and Jiaui only roughly knew how to get there... Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207235463273086770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEPREJI1fzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/S4aco3tR6p4/s320/UMBRELLA_II_by_xemotearzx.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;We all wandered around after stopping by and ransacking some shop in the middle of nowhere to get some snacks, ice cream (which we didn't need to in the end, yay for my money, lol) and I managed to find ANIMAL CRACKERS! Gosh, was I craving for them in the middle of the night while following my timetable a coupld of days back. You can ask Eunice, I practically declared it all over my msn nick : &lt;strong&gt;Ollie the Peanut - Need... ANIMAL CRACKERS!&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. Took me long enough to find them, although in the end, quite a few people were so hungry that they ate em' and I only managed to get... i think, 2 pieces. LOL. Ah well. I was deliberating on whether to get the one in the yellow or red box but they were both in unreadable Japanese, so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206951086149817170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SELObNzLU1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_B1O5Va0McY/s320/Animal_Crackers_by_Ica7us.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;You know something else? Its 12.42am, im still studying chem (of course, just popping by cos I think posting this'll give you guys a laugh) , i'm deliriously insane, i'm insanely delirious, and i'm... HUNGRY. Again! I just took some ice cream from the fridge, and im freezing in my seat now. And I just talked to myself about ice cream. Frankly, im scared of myself now. Lol. I just self-proclaimed that I'll study chem for as long as the ice-cream wills me to and wake up early tomorrow, or however long I take to study chem, whichever comes first. Its coffee ice -cream, and I just realised its pretty useful in perking me up when im dog tired. Yeah, really and... oh , just crud, point is,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST TALKED TO MYSELF AS IF THE ICE CREAM WAS MY CONSCIENCE.&lt;/span&gt; And im feeling pretty sick now. *breathes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207235474843086402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEPRE0PVrkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0Z1mYuvchvc/s320/ok_time_for_plane_b__by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ehmm.. i'd better stop digressing already. So it was pretty obvious when we miraculously reached his house unscathed, thanks to (mr) Tien's car and the gate which was left WIIIDDDDEEE open. Whoo~ I actually can't really remember what I did when I go there. I know I went to watch TV with Kassandra and Yunhann, then a couple of us came down and we kept picking shows until we all saw 'Pimp my Ride' on CHINESE MTV. Didn't expect that, lol. Its really amazing , the stuff they can do with cars. I think i'd buy a mini cooper when I get a job or something , thrash it, and send it to MTV, lol. As long as they don't put that icky chocolate foundtain thingy in there, that's disgusting. I mean, who in the right mind would wanna eat strawberries out of a CHOCOLATE FOUNDTAIN in the backseat of a car while DRIVING?? Meaning that there'll be more chocolate..than blood... if that car ever gets into an accident. Wow, joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Jason seems to have some kind of thing for talking to young girls from the top floor down. Okay, forgive me, I'm making him sound like a pedophile, lol. Anyway, Jason started talking to this girl of about 6 or so, and I have no idea why, but everyone started leaning over the wall to see what the fuss is all about. And the girl actually started dancing for Jason and holding up chinese word cards (some of which I didn't know how to read, LOL) for us to guess. Hahaha! Hell, that was a riot! Then the girl's sister came along to join in the ruckus and even asked me and Kim some math question, being a little obnoxious, if I should say so, lol. I was pretty amused, and Kim asked me to ask her one of OUR own math question, so I did shout it to her: "&lt;strong&gt; WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU INTEGRATE 2X + 1?&lt;/strong&gt; " and heck, I can't remember what she replied, but he had a ball of a time laughing our butts off, and me of course, impersonating Jason when the older girl asked for my name. LOL! And who did I tell her Jason was? Michael, Jackson. Hehehehe! And then we all scrammed when thier dad opened the window from the 1st floor of thier house, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I think the most serious fun you can have at a barbecue, is helping with the barbecue itself, running around, pouring coke and whatnot. Yes , and maybe earning a title or two like 'water girl', no thanks to LX, lol. And all coke, is ALWAYS good coke, gassy or not.Debated with (mr) Tien that ungassy coke was still 'AWESOME' as gassy coke. No wait , Mr Tien, it ain't awesome, ITS AWFULLY AWESOME! HAH! Besides, gas makes fart, and fart makes methane, and methane makes global warming, SO BOYCOTT GASSY COKE. Lol, i'm kidding around. Someone HAD to finish the last bit of it anyway. I wouldn't mind mixing it with a little 7-up actually, I've tasted the one Andrian mixed before and it sorta tasted like a Shirley Temple, not too bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208377217454469474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEffe-6ccWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/wNO6IKxIz6k/s320/coke_by_eMelody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl's were busy teaching Jolyney the Art of Mahjong, which I am thoroughly uninterested in, so I had a real kick playing PS2 with a couple of the guys. Needless to say, im not say the most awesome player you've ever seen, but I think i'm passable. Lol. Anyway, I almost came close to beating Jie Sheng with his Devil Jin and that laser eye thingy that I can never avoid. And yes! I CAN ACTUALY THRASH YIHAO, THE BUTTON MASHER!!! Haaaah! Take that, Low Yi Hao! I'm finally thrashing him at something *grins*. Okay, I shall stop sounding obnoxious. Although I must say that I thought I'd suck even more since I haven't touched my PS2 in... MONTHS. I realised I haven't played it once this the start of this year! It's not even plugged in, mind you. I took it out while trying to fix in all my electrofinicky stuff last year and didn't have time to put it back. Sigh.. I miss it. (There goes my companionship essay, all over again) Well, at least now I get why people think WWE is such a fun game. It really is! LOL. I can't believe im saying this either, but I got pretty amused:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a. at how stupid the characters move (the controls suck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b. at how I kept getting myself thrown out of the ring by the dumb referee because I kept making my character go into the ring when im not supposed to (happened about 5 times or so. It's IMPULSIVE!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c. at how awfully ridiculous the characters look in spandex. SPANDEX (I think, somewhat) . LOL. Like wannabe superheroes gone nuts! (no offense, WWE-ers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so practically the whole time I was laughing my butt off in front of the TV while hitting my controller. Whoooooooooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I grew tired of trying to get a high score in Nigel's tigger jumping game, and decided to play a little bit of Audition, but the guys were watching Borat in there, so I stopped to watch for about 15 minutes of it since Jia Rui invited me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208377218562182050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SEfffDCiy6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lNSDpBDNZYA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And boy, a LOT of things can happen in 15 minutes of a Kazakhstani life. Didn't quite catch what they were trying to say , partly because to subtitles were crud. And anyway, that 15 minutes was... ... gay. Hell, I shan't say what went on. Pretty lucky I got outta there before the fat dude squished his butt into Borat's face. Brrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was pretty late when I was done playing, so I just went down and helped Kia Wee with Crisis Core on PSP, deliberate on whether to watch House (Kim) or D-Gray Man (Nigel) and eventually settled on Jane's channel 8 drama, which did I mention, was SO predictable, even though that was the first time i've watched it. HAH. At least I had a good laugh trying to guess what was coming next and get it right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2am : Me and Kim slept on the sofa (hey, its HUGE) with my sleeping bag as a makeshift blanket. And the gang of them was STILL playing Mahjong. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, actually, only Kim. And (mr) Tien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kia Wee was still at it with the PSP when I tried to get to sleep. FYI, 'Tried' is the word here. Its a wonder how both of them actually managed to sleep, seriously! I totally couldn't, since the tile-shuffling from the MahJong-ers, controller smushing from the 2nd floor, laughter from the room, snoring from who-else-but-(lol), and Kim snatching my blanket away.Haha, it was pretty funny, actually. Both me and Kim were in the curled-up maggot position at first, then as Kim slept, she stared stretching her legs little by little, kicking my butt a couple of times since wwe were facing opposite directions, and THAT hurt. Lol. Then she finally grabbed the whole of the sleeping bag to her side and I was left there, freezing , without a blanket, really noisy, and I even tried sleeping VERTICALLY... and you know what happened next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that, was 3 AM then, and they (FINALLY, lol) finished their Mahjong-ing. Jiahui came over and slept beside me, and after a while I gave up sleeping again (snoring was too loud, that time) and wanted to help clean the rest of the house up, but Pearl convinced me to go back to sleep since i would be having 2 tuitions in a row on that day itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol, guess what happened when I went back, Jiahui took up the whole rest of the sofa. Ergo, I had nowhere to sleep. Now guess again where I tried to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeap, floor. Hard, Cold, and still without something to cover me. Lol, well, I was desperate, so I decided to , er.. "borrow" the part of Jiahui's sleeping back that was falling over the side of the sofa to use as a blanket. Well, it worked for a bit, but then it got real cold, and the noise got louder, and gosh, I tried drowning it out with my iPod but even Falling Down by Atreyu could not. And THATS when you know nothing's gonna work. lol. I think I finally got to some sleep at about 4am or something, when I discovered that Kiawee went up to the 2nd floor to watch Aaron play WWE some more (the guy didn't sleep at all!) and then thanks to Kiawee's reccommended spot, I finally got some rest right smack outside that litte storeroom door thing in the corridor where Aaron was playing. Apparently, Kiawee managed to sleep there too, hahaha. Only woke up when someone's phone was ringing (seriously? At 5am?? LOL) and went back to the sofa, to the same spot on the floor, and I don't know how, but I think I managed to sleep for another hour or so. Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy time DOES past really fast. Had breakfast with a couple of mates at some roti prata stall. Good stuff, BUT I WAS COMPLETELY BROKE AFTER THAT. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Jia Hui's dad for giving us a lift to the bus stop! And oh darn, I almost slept during Chinese tuition that day (amath was cancelled! yay!). Even had to cut it half an hour short, my teacher was really nice to suggest that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I go to the Dark Side now? I need thier cookies. Oh hello, Darth Vader, I see you're still as asthmatic as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quote from Captain Haddock (Yes, I do read Tin Tin comics!) : BLISTERING BARNACLES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to: Wasted Time by Fuel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Status: Wooooo....zzzzyyy... woozy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-3936375051901512654?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/3936375051901512654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=3936375051901512654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3936375051901512654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/3936375051901512654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-how-its-been-so-long-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SELIsagWgjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PRxzAOA_zV4/s72-c/d52e9dc207f59defe676288eab7559ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-6574068188703376102</id><published>2008-05-15T18:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:33:37.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ah..umm.. grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Okay i've gotta stop rattling on endless 'sound words' if thats whatcha call em', before I reach *BANG* , *WHUP* and *POW* and find myself in one of my comics. Actually, I wouldn't mind at all, especially if its in one of the X-men movies with Hugh Jackman in it! *grins sheepishly*. OR IRON MAN. Gosh, like I said on Cheryl's blog, im totally SMITTEN with his house. Its like, "whooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... *stuns for a minute* runs into wall, head first." The things I'd do for one of it, complete with J.A.R.V.I.S, his suits, the laboratory thing, Mini coopers , the fire extinguisher robot thingy, a butler... nah, forget the butler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200570149828942162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCwi_1oN2VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Kvz7oQPul_8/s320/Iron_Man_by_TheAphex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;1. Study more Chinese (which I will be doing later ANYWAY, so pffft.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;2. Work as Tony Stark's lab assistant for life ( OoooOOoO, access to the suit! HAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;3. Clean Tony Stark's lab (loads of stuff, it ain't gonna be easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;4. Abstain from chicken rice with chilli from our school canteen for a month (aww..maannnn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. Change class&lt;/s&gt; Who am I kidding! I wouldn't give this up for the &lt;strong&gt;WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;, no duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;6. Not watch a movie for half a year (isn't that what i've been doing until Iron Man?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;7 &lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- you guys are gonna love this, aren't you -------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;As I was saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;EAT. CANDY. (believe it.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200570145533974850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCwi_loN2UI/AAAAAAAAAao/v3v35vXlAkQ/s320/Sweets_by_Malleni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me Tony Stark's house, and those sugar coated little devils are gonna be thoroughly AMYLASE-D, pronto, before you can even say "OBIE, RHODIE &amp;amp; TONY" ( I love that rhyme that me and lz came up with, hahaha) , Three thousand eight hundred and fifty six point zero seven nine five times in a row (Doing the math, 3856.0795x). Figure how you're gonna do the .0795x yourself, I suck at math, considering that I can't even remember where to put the dashes in between 3856.0795x in words. Its primary school. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200570154123909490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCwjAFoN2XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/V6XageUBjDU/s320/4ca31182a133c7d3816063fd895380a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;For the uninitiated, I haven't had one since.. oh I don't know.. 5 YEARS AGO. No kidding. And the last time, was only because I was bribed by my friend to eat one. (with, stupidly, NEOPOINTS, cos I was into Neopets that time. LOL.) I hereby annouce that whatever candy anyone wants to give me, please donate it to the poor and hungry people in Africa. Just send a dentist there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Whoop, im tired now. All thanks to the interclass games which took a lot outta me. And I take back what I said about rather not joining in, cos it was a blast! So, I had to eat my aweeeesssoommme chillified (im learning to handle it, lol) chicken rice in like, two or three minutes. It was worth it! Hahaha. I was actually meant to be in the moving-chairs-like-your-life-depeded-on-it thing, but they needed extra players for the water frisbee tossing one, so a couple of us joined in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Heck, i love water games! Although because Ellin threw the wet pancake (the frisbee looked like a wet pancake) straight at my face, so I kinda did the Samurai thing you see in movies, y'know, the one with the sword coming down at twelve o'clock and you use your hands to like.. umm .. in layman's terms, 'Kiap' the blade in between your palms? Well, sorta did that , instantaneous reaction! And I squished the thing so hard, that water sprayed onto my face. I couldn't even throw it straight after that, lol. We all looked like we peed on our pants cos they were all wet, except me, looking like a did it on my FACE since it was all wet. Yaaaayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623278574393762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCxTUVoN2aI/AAAAAAAAAbY/7_YFcN4lGiw/s320/Fun_by_GRoz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Then there was the moving-chairs-like-your-life-depended-on-it (MCLYLDOI for short, sounds bio-ey) thing, which was pretty fun, ignoring the fact that both me and Ellin (we were the pair who went the 2nd turn) fell down twice because of that dumb chair with wobbly legs, and (mr) Tien who was yelling stuff like, possibly "write lines until you get old if you don't win" or something along that line. Lol, funny. But Aaron and Yihao's turn was most amusing. They totally fell all over (probably cos of The Curse of The Wobbly Chair, whooo) legs up in the air , flailing and all which was just so bloody funny, lol. Then the rest of us girls walked back to the other side and we kept yelling "CHEM GODS CHEM GODS CHEM GODS" to them, hahaha. And our class seems to have a serious parallax error, cos whenever we start moving the chairs, it always starts to become crooked and veering to the other side. Well, if we can't make it to the cone, we'll make the cone come to us, LOL. They were like "watch where you're going! Its THAT side!" so I moved the cone over to Aaron and Yihao cos they were like in the wrong direction, lmao. We got 2nd place anyway, yay! Hahaha. And we're...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623291459295682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCxTVFoN2cI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cIAWwkhAhTk/s320/Water_Spray_by_artsy_frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;All Wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Didn't get a chance to see the Blind mice one cos we were busy dressing Jason up as -brace yourselves - TITANIUM MAN! I know (mr) Tien said this as well, but I came up with it waaay before he came. lol. Or Jason wanted to be Titanium Chloride Man, and everyone'll hate him, lol. Anyway, we made an Iron Man mask for him (sorry Jason, no spiffy J.A.R.V.I.S to help suit you up!) and lightning earrings and necklace à la my level 30 mage in Maplestory, lol. We got Kim to do the intro and all since shes the *ahem* TOP IN ENGLISH! Hahahaa. The rest of the class' were really cool too, and kinda gross in a funny way , like Chee Kit who kept clutching his, er, paper... boobs.. that were actually supposed to be washboard abs. ROFL. The Eiffel Tower thingy was pretty awesome, especially since we're the only class not taking physics. Looks like the other class forgot about the centre of gravity, lol. Anyway, ours was the leaning tower of Pisa, which is even better than the Eiffel tower, so THERE! TAKE IT! WE RULE! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Omgosh, I just realised how much stuff we've done in a day! And I still haven't talked about the whole army of guys who was protecting TITANIUM (CHLORIDE) / ELECTRIZZARE MAN from getting soaked. They were like creeping in the corner like white blood cells while the rest of the class were like pelting each other already. They drew First Blood on Sam who was the first to get hit in the gang, lol. I think the rest of us was really hyped up, cos we're all like spilling onto the field and yelling our lungs out (including our strategy, hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh darn, its getting to me. Feeling pretty sleepy now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ah , yes. MYE results. Im such a killjoy aren't I. Can I just start this off by saying that its all FREAKING ME OUT?? How I did pretty A-Okay for Emath and not too well in Amath is BEYOND ME. Heck, I admit I put in more effort for Emath than Amath. Not that i didnt study for Emath, I sure did, but.. YOU GET THE DRIFT! I am.. well.. slightly less-than-throroughly-dissastisfied with all my Humanities.. I even made MINDMAPS! CRUD IT! Grrrr... all for naught again. How word got around about me and Comb. Sci was horribly freaky. Not that I don't appreciate all the 'grats' and all, (thanks, all!) but its very scary, to have a class thats seemingly full of telepaths except you. Lol. Besides, it was a scrape-through A1 of an exact 75.0. The point 0 is awfully unnerving I tell ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Its like. You've got Seventy Five, &lt;strong&gt;POINT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zero.. &lt;/span&gt;zero&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zero..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zero ..&lt;/strong&gt;zero&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt; *reverberates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'd really like to go on with the whole echo thing, but there's no font smaller than this, so, to prevent you guys from becoming myopic;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Needless to say, chinese would have been shitterific, despite me remembering the format right and having read the article before. Im useless. GR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;At least English was okay.. surprising, actually. I always screw up my comprehension! Its BY DEFAULT! Well, not now. But, hey, im happy with it I guess. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Jean says my essay about Companionship sounded like I was talking about her, writing about talking to inanimate eletrofinicky stuff and all. LOL I actually do the same too. I've made a list of electrofinicky thingamajigs that really piss me off sometimes, even more than Stark's bad-timing extinguisher robot :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;(In order of most-capable-of-pissing-me-off )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Printers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if theres one thing that gets everyone becoming exothermic at 12 am, its this piece of crap. Don't you realise that most of the time, they spoil when you're sick, tired and needing to hand in a printed assignment that you've been doing throughout the night and into the morning, only to discover that it doesn't work for some miscallaenous reason, or the worst - &lt;strong&gt;INKLESS&lt;/strong&gt;. And they make you go so insane, that you'll just start ranting and raving and whacking the printer until you cool down, and realise how lucky you are that no one saw that, calling yourself a moron , almost waking up your younger sister who'll probably stick an 'L' (for loser) up her forehead to you if she saw that. And then you apologise. Whoo. It is, the bane of all technological existence! &lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU PRINTER&lt;/strong&gt;! (but not when you DO finally work of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200975538907109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SC2TsloN2hI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/i0YQjKp5R9Y/s320/printer_by_artgerecht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;DIE you abomination!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.5 VACUUM CLEANERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; its a with an additional 0.5 cos I don't know which is &lt;em&gt;capo di tutti capi&lt;/em&gt; - the boss of all bosses. Vacuum Cleaners, or Printers. They're both ear-pickingly irritating. I don't know if it happens to most people, but I'll just flip and get really angry when I hear the sound of a Vacuum Cleaner. Maybe its because my mom always uses it when im still asleep, and I get cranky (or occasionally loopier than usual) when im lacking of sleep, so I guess i've developed a natural negative reaction to this, no? GR, I just want to tear the dust bag thing apart sometimes and let the dust all fly out, and in the midst of it, face my mom and, like in the movies, do an evil and delirious laughter in slo-mo. Like "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;AHAHA&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA *takes a breather* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA...!" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And she'll give that "noo! NOOO!" look. *evil laugh*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I gotta stop this fantasising-about-my-mom-being-my-arch-nemesis-or-the-other-way-round (thats a mouthful) thing before she finds out and ground me. She has a fiery temper anyway. "Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath/scorn". Hell hath no fury like my MOM'S wrath/scorn! You do NOT wanna mess with her. I do not wanna mess with her. I hereby declare (another hereby-declaration?) that all of the above mentioned is just for laughs. IM JOKING ,MOM! *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but can you pleeeaasssssee quit it with the vacuum in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200975538907109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SC2TsloN2iI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FXEewOVGLK8/s320/R2D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. LAGGY COMPUTERS&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The most irksome thing for all gamers, is to get our pixelated avatars killed by some wierdo monster bacause of L, A and G. We're an impatient bunch of people, lol. LAG is DISGUSTING. LAG is STUPID. LAG is &lt;strong&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD. &lt;/strong&gt;But I still like my laptop although it lags when I play Cabal sometimes. Lol. No, NO, DON'T QUIT ON ME NOW, I SAID I LIKED YOU! DON'T SHUT DOWN AND MAKE ME LOSE THIS POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. INTERNET CONNECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; very essential to us pimple-plagued adolescents. No one wants to go back to the stone age! A bad internet connection means all hell breaks loose, Apocalypse has dawned on us (like he has as claimed on my blog a gazillion times, hoo ha.), the world is coming to an end, and PROBOSCIS MONKEYS WILL TURN INTO PLASMA FLAVOURED HELLO PANDAS SERVED WITH AN ARC REFLECTOR! (im STILL going on about Iron Man, its THAT good. Lol.) Yeah, im joking about the last one. How does plasma taste like anyway? Hmm.. Er, yeah, internet connection. No internet, no cookie. Capice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And that does not make sense , does it? Onwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. PHONES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ; I think this only happens to me, cos I don't think that most people would have a 12 year old sister that has friends calling like every hour on the hour. Even faster than Fedex, seriously, the way they do stuff. Now you know, 12 year olds work great in logistics and telephone operators. If you don't live with me, you'll never know how irritating phones can get. I've even disconnected it a couple of times because the ringing was just making my head..ring. You really can't study with the phone gonna fly off the reciever anytime soon. And oh, the trivial things they talk about over the phone and wasting my studying time just wants me to tell them to shut up, hang the phone up, throw the phone into the oven along with pickles ( I hate pickles too) to be incinerated at the highest possible temperature. BURNNNNNN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623248509622658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCxTSloN2YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/2LH8zZl52lI/s320/phone_by_springseil.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ; (im gonna hate myself for saying this , I think) The only reason I will hate this is because of those Korean Dramas which are one heck of an eyesore. No need for explanation. Its all filled with mindless eye candy that I don't know why everyone's crazy about (like Rain. URGH.) and the whole show is just SOOOOO draggy like the soap opera Days of Our Lives, which I remember watching because my mom did during primary 3, and I did so until primary 6, and IT STILL HASN'T ENDED. 3 PAINFUL bloody years of watching that dummy Marlena getting caught by Stefeno (that guy creeps me out. He has pervy eyes.), still get caught, remain caught after N-th number of episodes, still unable to be rescued by her useless friends who just seem to be stewpid enough to fall into another one of Stefano's lame tricks, and that freakin Sammie who can't get over the fact that shes a B**** and thats why the guy likes her sister or that other blonde, and... ITS STILL NOT OVER AFTER 3 YEARS *faints*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I can't believe I can even remember their names. Ohboy. I hate Marlena. She could have gotten out long time ago but NO, she's just so.. urgh.. to even save us the trouble of watching Days of Our Lives every afternoon. I think the only guy I like was... Buck? Bucky? Beck? Becky? OKAY, BECKY'S FEMALE. Umm.. can't remember. *checks Wiki* BO! Lol forget the name. But I think he's one of the not too bad ones... and oh my GOSH. There's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10,822&lt;/span&gt; episodes, counting from May 8th 2008, which means that Marlena is STILL trapped in that cage thingy for like.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEVEN YEARS ????? &lt;/span&gt;*falls off chair* My mom always said that she watched it for the sake of knowing how it would end only, so If she had tried to.. I think we wouldn't even live to see the ending. And lz says that he heard that there was an alien abduction??? LOLMAOROFL. *wipes tears off my eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200975538907109890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SC2TsloN2gI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DQ9jjx_0FJI/s320/TV_Take_1_by_VUHwex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Stefano, GET OVER HER ALREADY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheesh. Talk about desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Well, thats it for the list. School's still on tomorrow, and the chinese mock exams are a total pain in the ass. Whats the use of studying when im getting shittified results anyway? Ohboy. Im all crud, and gonna be looking, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200570149828942178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCwi_1oN2WI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nO9Um8CdH6I/s320/schooltomorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;This. (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: Kinda thoroughly disatissfied, tired as always, worried bout tomorrow, TWITCHY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623291459295666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCxTVFoN2bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MVElF27bOIQ/s320/Exams_and_tests_by_Aelanessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;The dark desloate ruins of 'The Other South Pole'. 'The Other North Pole' has been given to the AVA room, a.k.a my "makeshift" primary 6 classroom, lol. Remember Jolyney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote [Come to the Dark Side.. ... .. ... We've got cookies!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(p.s, sorry about the wierdo font sizes at some parts. Blogger is giving me lots of trouble. Ironically, I hate blogger. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-6574068188703376102?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6574068188703376102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=6574068188703376102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6574068188703376102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6574068188703376102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCwi_1oN2VI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Kvz7oQPul_8/s72-c/Iron_Man_by_TheAphex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-5297827205898035295</id><published>2008-05-14T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:32:29.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Guess where im blogging this right now? In the dumpster, using a backup power generator i've found in the heap of scrap around me, with an abandoned modem that miraculously worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Yeap, the good ol' dumpster, where Squidward once was. Nickelodeon aside, im Down in the Dumps, thats where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Nah, who am I kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I was actually all psyched about blogging about watching Iron Man, which happens to be my first movie this year (Isn't that pathetic?) and almost dunking my head into Tuesday's Udon, but after reading Eunice's blog about all 4 of us getting an A2 for comb. chem, im .. uh.. Down in the Dumps. Not that im not happy for them, im.. throroughly disatissfied to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Hokay, anyway, I'll still blog about Iron Man, cos its to bloody whopping awesome not to! An hopefully, I'll get over my stinkin chem results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Okie, to sum it up, IRON MAN WAS A BLAST!!! TONS better than Transformers, which can make me just go like "pffft. What else?" when compared to Iron Man. I didn't think Transformers was THAT good to begin with anyway. Iron Man was totally cheese-free, uncornified, not too cliched and ROBERT DOWNEY JR FINALLY HAS GOT AN AWWEEEESSOOOMMME HAIRDO! My gosh, I love his hair! LOL. Okay im nuts. And already happier! Haha. I don't understand why he changed! He looks so good as Tony Stark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;(And he kinda looks like Chris Cornell to me.. hmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200254568516933922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCsD-loN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qlD15la5eMM/s320/Ironmanposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Did I mention that he has the most kickass house ever?? I'd so totally love to have J.A.R.V.I.S (his talking computer AI thingamajig) and that fire extinguisher robot person who always sprays it at the wrong time. Lz said he almost cried when Stark destroyed his cars while tested out his suit. Awww his mini was thrashed!! Gosh, do I love mini coopers. And its so funny how they gave the characters rhyming nicks. Obie and Rhodie, LOL. Obie sounds funny! But he has SERIOUS design problems. The iron monger he built was , like, FAT! Hahahaha. Obie is still kinda funny to me anyway. I really think Robert Downey Jr made a good comeback and Gwyneth Paltrow was awesome in Iron Man. You'd never expect a female lead to do anything much in a comic movie do ya? Well, she rocks in it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200254572811901234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCsD-1oN2TI/AAAAAAAAAag/TSQ-CIOMh1s/s320/515697769_0ae8cf917c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;We've really got to thank the scriptwriter, cos I think he did an awesome job, not wearing out the punchlines and all. The funny parts were really laugh-out-loud, even my sister-who-was-agaisnt-watching-it also said it was pretty good, haha. Looks like Lz doesn't need to refund her the movie ticket plus popcorn, cos he said that if she didn't like it , he'll do that. She was only grossing out during the first part where .. *ahem*.. y'know what I mean. The suckiest thing is that we missed the after-credits !! I knew about it, but my mom wanted to get out (she slept during Star Wars, whaddaya think?) so I agreed , but now that Lz told me it has something to do with NICK FURY..... IM LIKE "WHOOAAAA I SHOULD HAVE WATCHED IT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;We're so gonna re-watch Iron Man again for the sake of the after-credits and the fact that the movie deserves a 2nd watch. Hey! I did that for X-men 3 too! Lol. We comicky people are nuts. Anyone up for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Ah yes, I almost forgot, the MYEs are over. But somehow I don't feel very...er..comforted by that fact.Since I had to go for ART LESSONS ON MARKING DAY. 6 HOURS. Its a pain in the b-u-t-t. And we only had the leftovers from the teacher's buffet thingy which was like, fried noodles and rice which SUCKED. And we're all awkward, scavenging for food. And heck, now I know what those 2 dishes were the only ones left. Yuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Awwww its back to school tomorrow. No difference for me since marking day wasn't a break for me at all (apart for my first movie of the year). Don't start lamenting about how YOUR break was short people! Im worse off! And I missed Indiana Jones!! GARRH!! ( im currently getting a whole lot into Indy now, haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'll be back, neck strangled, harangued, stupefied and traumatised by my possibly-SUCKY, results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: In love with (not in THAT sense!)-&lt;br /&gt;1. J.A.R.V.I.S&lt;br /&gt;2. Stark's hair (I sound insane.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini Coopers&lt;br /&gt;4. Arc refractors&lt;br /&gt;5. The suit (who isn't?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Stark's house ( I WANT ONE!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slightly less "emo" (note inverted commas) though im still miffed about chem. Heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5297827205898035295?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5297827205898035295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5297827205898035295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5297827205898035295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5297827205898035295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-where-im-blogging-this-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCsD-loN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qlD15la5eMM/s72-c/Ironmanposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-1513663492177362144</id><published>2008-05-12T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:08:37.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Well whaddaya know, thank God for answering my prayers, cos both Amath an Bio papers were do-able!! WHEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Although the 'd' key on my keyboard is still kinda busted. I have to keep retyping stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;You can consider Amath okay I guess, since I should be able to do most of it, even though I spent HALF AN HOUR on the last question an still couldn't figure it out! I kept moaning in my head, like :"whhaatt the hell ... do I do now? I can find this angle. And that, and that.. and.. hey! It isn't even related to what im meant to find! THERES NO USE IN THIS. WHAT THE HECK!?" an I kept drawing lots of lines here and there, scribbling angles until they looked like bulleyes that just screamed "POKE ME! POKE ME!". I guess I looked like I was spacing out. lol. I bet if I had more time to study amath, I could have done so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;It seems that every time I do a combined science paper, I'll do something STEWPID. Like.. DUHHH. Me and Cheryl both did all 3 questions for the last part of the paper instead of 2 an now we're gonna get marks for the LOWEST of the 2, and its because you-know-who's cruddy rules. Those old fogies. Come up with something more constructive will ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Although I must say, whenever it comes to bio, YIHAO WORKS LIKE A CHARM. Heck, lots of the questions that we were asking each other or that he was explaining came out for the bio paper. Hell was I happy! Its like the time during Amath paper 1 where the solution that Ms Ng smsed me on the morning itself came out for the paper. Hahahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay, im beat. I'll be art-ing or taking a nap first. Almost barfed midway through the Amath paper, especially since I have low tolerance for the smell of just-been-washed jackets and Algebra TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't understand why my parents (okay, mostly my dad since apparently my mom fell asleep watching Star Wars when they were out on a date last time. Erp, okay, im not gonna talk about something as corny as THAT.) did not educate me on Indiana Jones but stuffed me with Star Wars instead. Can you believe last Wednesday on channel 5 was the FIRST time i've watched Indiana Jones? And I only got to watch the last 10 minutes or so of it. Peachy, huh. BUT IT ROCKED! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Hold on, I wanna go grab some M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Mom: But we have some at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: This is different, it has white M&amp;amp;Ms in them with Aztec heiroglyph-y stuff printed on it and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDIANA JONES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ON THE WRAPPING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: dohh...feeelin' stew-pid.. .. .. sleeeeppiiieee... heh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-1513663492177362144?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/1513663492177362144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=1513663492177362144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1513663492177362144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/1513663492177362144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-whaddaya-know-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-5770474230362974505</id><published>2008-05-11T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:09:31.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Its 11.02pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Still in a bad mood, nothing's going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Tried to do art, or else I won't have enough time tomorrow after both Amath an Bio papers. My wolf with grass for wings is looking like a dog wrapped in a pineapple. And my 'd' key isn't working properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Gonna..study Amath.. and try to get more Bio in... I'll try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Only God can save me from tomorrow's impending doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;All the best to you, methane-turned-peanut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;You'll need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5770474230362974505?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5770474230362974505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5770474230362974505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5770474230362974505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5770474230362974505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-341404716778547897</id><published>2008-05-11T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:55:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;That's it. Im screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Im so screwed, that I almost type "screwed" in Wikipedia. Wonder what'll come out if i actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;My bio is seriously going nowhere, I haven't even started revising for Amath paper 2, and I've only done less than half of my prep work for art, even though I started since Friday (that's why I haven't done Amath). MY BIO IS A GONER. IM A GONER. It just sucks big time to have done pretty okay in the chem paper, but losing everything just because of a cruddy bio paper. GARRRHH. If only the Art Dept didn't come up with another one of their peachy, bright ideas. That's "Peachy, Bright Ideas" in inverted commas for you. If they didnt start this whole additional-art-paper-for-MYEs thing , maybe I wouldn't be so frustrated and appetite-less now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I really wonder if they've got nothing better to do, making us do lameshit stuff like THIS when we're bogged down enough with other subjects and Art prep for The Big O's itself, mind you. We're stressed enough, thank you very much. Maybe they want us to start tearing our hair out an swallowing our textbooks or pencils just for kicks. I don't see why I have to be FORCED to do all this prep work. ITS STIFLING. I have to conform myself to all the existing artworks an artists out there? THAT'S ALL BULL and SHIT. Mostly Bull! Art for The Big O's is an immense pain in the ass, and I don't see the worth of it all. It isn't even art at all when they're forcing us to do whatever THEY want. I wouldn't give a damn about prep work if I could! IM THE SPONTANEOUS SORT, PEOPLE! STOP PUTTING A MUZZLE ON ME. STOP BEING SUCH &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STIFFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ( I seriously don't know who im actually directing this to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;As for my bio, im on the brink of giving up. I think im lower that a comb. science standard bio student. That's it, im CRUD. I don't know which side of CMI am I on for comb. science altogether ; Cannot-make-it, or can-make-it. Im shit man, im shit! Totally, assed up shit. I don't have anymore motivation. I don't know what to study for anymore, cos the pile of stuff I have to prepare for is just too overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Im not to optimistic for Amath either, since even the math pros found it so tough, what reason have I to justify myself for thinking that it was 'OKAY'? And now I don't even have time to study for it properly. Its just.. pfft, useless, futile. I wanna say sorry to Ms Ng, (mr)Tien and Mrs Chew before I really mess up the next 2 days worth of papers. I suck so bad, I don't even know what to do now. But I've been trying for the past few months.. I really did.. im so bloody sorry that I might not even be fit to be a combined science student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;The end of me, will be the day Art, or everything, becomes my undoing. Hoping for that day to never arrive is small comfort. But hope will always remain as mere hope. And this is not 'emo' speaking here a'right? Im just very...very... .frustratingly.. .. .. there are times where self-doubt is just too much to put aside and get on with life. This is just one of em' i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I hate myself. I hate the peanut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Peanuts deserve to rot and decompose and float around the chem lab as methane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: Whaddayathink after reading this whole lesser-valediction-of-some-sort. Can I just space out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-341404716778547897?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/341404716778547897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=341404716778547897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/341404716778547897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/341404716778547897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-6075475797454459682</id><published>2008-05-08T18:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:39:12.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;When push comes to shove -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Even a puny freako peanut has its shining moments of glory! Okay, well, sorta. Whaaat? Im happy alright! Hahaha. HAPPPPPIEEEE!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Extremelyinvigoratinglyterriblyawfully &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!! WHOOOO~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like studying chem in the &lt;strong&gt;toilet&lt;/strong&gt; actually WORKS! LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198358303319670162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRHVbSSPZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0Cfxq303GrA/s320/Toilet_Paper_by_Nikolaou.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;You're probably going like "wth" now aren't you, lol. Just ignore that sudden outburst of euphoria. Anyway, Emath paper was... baaaaaaaaaaaad. Its passable.. but my A1 has just ducked under the table and sunk into an endless black hole of oblivion. Garh what am I talking about. Forget math, forget History, even though seeing 'Dr Seuss' as the cartoonist of the source sure was funny. I mean, its Dr Seuss! Hahaha, moose heads. And it wasnt printed clearly so I though they wrote 'Jr. Seuss' at first. Lol. Dr Seuss has a son. Oh yes, back to forgetting about History. Except that the hall seemed to have gotten colder even though Mdm Tan said she was gonna turn it up. It must've been you-know-who who forced them to keep the aircon at an (quote from Patrick Star) I-Can-Even-Use-My-Nose-Drippings-As-Chopsticks temperature. My left hand was numb, square and square. SQUARE. Horrible. Needed a major thawing session right after the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198360425033514434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRJQ7SSPcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/WVM7hJju73g/s320/Cold_morning_8_by_crackfif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Urgh, that reminds me of C.K. Gosh, like Cheryl said, hes a cocky little snot who loves to turn the aircon really REALLY cold like some newfound concentration camp. Hes like the cocky little FROZEN snot now, a.k.a a BOOGER. (frozen snot is booger aint it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198358320499539362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRHWbSSPaI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-WO24ripWoA/s320/The_Booger_by_Kawaii_Chocobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay, enough about nasal waste and all. Point is, hes a real pain in the butt, if I do say so myself. And his attempt at being sarcastic is just plain LAUGHABLE. Like, " OooOOooh WOW I feel threatened! WHoOOoooOO this is soOooO scaaaarryyy!"NOT. I can't even say its remotely sarcastic. Come on, whats scarier, is even the walking monstrosities of Gargantuan Multicoloured Gummy Bears that are FRUITY (omgosh, thats pure diabolical) or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AT-AT walkers&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; or BOTH!!!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *GASP* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apocalypse is coming!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198369212536602082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRRQbSSPeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5hQDs5si7-E/s320/The_Gummy_Bear_Revolution_by_lifelessonline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And this'll probably happen -The Gummy Bear Revolution, gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198358324794506674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRHWrSSPbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6jELbEdn7AA/s320/350px-Battlehothesb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Here's AT-AT walkers for you, IN THE CORRECT COLOUR! They remind me of a crossbreed of mechanical mooses and camels, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay, Apocalypse really came every time I said that, the world would have been taken over, blown up, and reincarnated so many times, that Apocalypse himself would have gotten sick of it and move on to destroy Mars or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198361631919324626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRKXLSSPdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JzqdyWWpTcw/s320/Child_of_the_Apocalypse_by_spybg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;FYI, I don't like eating sweets or candy or anything of that nature, thus, the issue with Gargantuan Multicoloured Gummy Bears, ESPECIALLY when they're FRUITY. Im the only wierdo who can give dentists a run for their money, so if anyone's looking for revenge, come find me. I'll freak them out for ya. Its even more effective than forming The-Angry-Mob-Of-Unsatisfied-Toothbrush-Wielding-Dental-Patients. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;INDY'S COMING! WHOOO!! Harrison Ford is so cool! Eunice'll back me on that! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: Still tired, but i'll still be arting my butt off. Grrrr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iTunes: Everything is Alright by Motion Picture Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt; (well, this is ironic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;(Note to Eunice: THINK HAPPY!! i.e. *McDreamyMcDreamyMcDreamy* , lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-6075475797454459682?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/6075475797454459682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=6075475797454459682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6075475797454459682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/6075475797454459682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-push-comes-to-shove-even-puny.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SCRHVbSSPZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0Cfxq303GrA/s72-c/Toilet_Paper_by_Nikolaou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-5465058889048062921</id><published>2008-05-07T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:55:26.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;If anyone's feeling dumb, stick with me, you'll feel smart. Its therapy! *laughs coldly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Seriously, im such a dimwit. We're meant to do the whole of Section A on the paper itself, but NO, i was either too stupid or too blind to see the lines drawn on the paper, and did the first 3 questions on foolscap instead. Wow, good going, peanut. Real nice. You wasted 15 minutes or so just copying out the same damn thing all over again just because you were too blind to see the LINES DRAWN. I think my blind spot must have been zipping throughout my eye, thats why I couln't see em. Garrrhh. Im my own pain in the neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I only realised it when I was doing the Sodium Flouride question and went like :" why the hell do they have lines when they want us to write ... on... the foolscap... ... . .. .. ... . .. . . .*checks the front page* There you go again blindo. Lines are meant to be written on. DUH. Dumbass. DUMBASS. DUMBASS. Now you gotta rewrite the bloody thing all over again !!!" And I went into a fluster cos I was worried I wouldn't have enough time to complete the paper. Boooyaaahhh... and I remembered Fluoride's valence electrons wrongly and screwed up my Dot &amp;amp; Cross diagram AGAIN. I don't know why i've this penchant for screwing up Dot &amp;amp; Cross diagrams, and its not because I don't know how to draw it. Im just.. ACCIDENT PRONE. Besides, I wasn't even thinking straight after the whole didnt-see-the-line-there-now-did-you thing and I wrote loads of crappy answers before I cancelled them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And im probably the new addition to the Freakos-Who-Do-Unconventional-Stuff-During-Exams Clan a.k.a The FWUSDE Clan, however you pronounce it. Okay forget it. Me Cheryl and Nigel are currently in this official or unofficial Clan (that I - daresay - made up 5 minutes ago) because... we're nutters who do wierd questions and wierd stuff during exams. Cheryl and Nigel both did the chinese essay question that no one else did, and someone has said that i'd probably be the only one in the entire level who'd have written "oxising agents" as a trend of Group 7 Halogens. I misunderstood the question..dangit! Anyway, out of the 4 of us who are taking Comb. Chem, im the only one that did NOT not the graph question at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lol.. well.. lets just say that i've plenty had my fill of graphs after Emath paper 1 and the Linear Law question in Amath paper 1. In other words... I HATE GRAPHS. I REALLY DO. HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM!!! They just make me wanna barf. And I always get the axes wrong anyway so I didnt dare. Besides, I was only left with 15 minutes to complete the last question and question 2 just seemed a hell lot shorter than the last one, so duh, I did that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I managed to *ahem* accidentally sneak out the scrap foolscap which i've written my answers wrongly on, and I didn't realised it until we met (mr) Tien on the first floor and he started marking what i've written. LOL.. Eheheh... forgot to throw it into the bin..WHOOPS! And thats when we found out about the fluorine..gaaarrhh. And my mol calculation must've been wrong to since no one had DECIMALS. But I honestly knew how to do it! SERIOUS!! I can still remember what to do : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;#1. Mass/ Molar Mass = n.o of mols of Ammonium Sulphate (If i remembered the question right)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;#2. 1 mol of Ammonium Sulphate ---&gt; 2 mol of Ammonia gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;#3. (Answer from #1)mol of Ammonium Sulphate ---&gt; 2(Answer from #1)mol of Ammonia gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;                                                                      = &lt;strong&gt;(whatever the cruddy answer was) moles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;                                                                                 [Which I got in DECIMALS!! ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;LOOK! I KNOW HOW TO DO IT. DAMMITTTTT!!! I was probably careless again AS USUAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!$@#\%?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!$@#\%?/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Maybe i calculated the molar mass wrongly. ARGH. I think there was a lot of stuff in there that I knew how to do but I was too screwed up inside to think straight. This.. is..just..totally... PEACHY. *cries of anguish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I heard the Pure Chem paper was reaaaaallly difficult... and I heard some people like Aaron thought the MCQ only consisted of 25 questions and didnt realise it in time.. lol. If i were him, i'll be banging my head on the glass panels on the side of the hall. Actually, it might have even helped the person who was fiddling with glass panels a little to loudly. Well I heard SOMETHING. Anyway, to those feeling disheartened after THAT monstrosity of a paper, don't lose hope and lets (minus the 4 of us who will be supporting you guys in..um.. spirit) kick the ass out of the Pure Bio paper! (as difficult as it may sound like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope I don't become a &lt;em&gt;Straw-esque&lt;/em&gt;-Peanutty-Sperm-Whale tomorrow. I don't wanna suck at Emath AND History! And oh boy, is that name a mouthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It is so much more fun learning about Guys with Super Mario style moustaches and rhyming names when im NOT tested about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: Insecure about tomorrow, sudden obsession with Indiana Jones (without Shia Lebeouf). &lt;strong&gt;STILL TIRED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Indy 4 Indy 4 Indy 4!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5465058889048062921?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5465058889048062921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5465058889048062921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5465058889048062921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5465058889048062921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-anyones-feeling-dumb-stick-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-4681295983704079249</id><published>2008-05-06T16:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:06:56.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Goooossshh.. im so bloody tired. This is what 2 math papers , studying stacks of chem notes and doing 3 S.S mindmaps in a day can do ; SUBLIME YOUR BRAIN. And im still not feeling too confident about chem even though i've done all I can. Oh darn, crud it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Chinese paper yesterday was plain sccrrrewwwwyy. Well, at least the question that came out about the newspaper article was okay cos i've read the article before. HAH! It actualy pays off to not slack when Florence goes to the staff room to grab her stuff! Yay! Okay, but to burst my bubble, comprehension was incomprehensible. I had no hell of an idea what the hell '&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;地毯'&lt;/span&gt; was. I couldnt even read it, mind you. So I was reading the whole passage without any idea what the heck it was that the man bought to give his neighbour with tons of kids that would make her house look like an orphanage. Fine, so I kinda guessed that it was carpet and it was such a fluke, i got it right! HAHAH! Well lookie here, it was lucky that I actually tried to answer the question although I figured that it was a carpet nearing the end of the paper. Almost gave up trying to answer it but then I remembered Florence saying that we had to answer ALL the questions even if we didnt have a clue how to do it, like our lives depended on it. *Grins widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;But anyhow, im still gonna screw it one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Maaaaaaaath was... well, Emath was easy. TOO EASY. I mean, hellloooo?? MR HO'S THE SETTER HERE. It would still be believable it Mr Tan was the one setting , but HO? I was going like "are you kidding me? I can use the calculator for THIS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" cos I thought those questions usually didnt allow us to use em. But they DID. OMGOSH. HAHAHA! I kept smushing the calculator, thinking that there had to be strings attached to such an easy paper. Like maybe we weren't allowed to use a calculator but he wrote it in invisible ink or maybe it was morse-coded in one of the questions or something... for a moment, I even thought that I recieved the Normal Acad paper instead so I kept checking the front page, but BY JOVE, ITS THE EXPRESS PAPER! *Laughs hysterically in my head*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Seriously! I bet that theres something fishy about it... its really too good to be true.. its either that im being paranoid, or that im right, or both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------- Please do NOT read this section if you're feeling emo/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sick/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suicidal/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angry/frustrated/depressed/unmotivated/psychotic/Loopy/delirious/prone to excessive bubble-bursting/experiencing the Kimbonian-Post-Exam-cum-Migraine syndrome/suffering from intensely impulsive paranoia à la The Peanut . This ain't therapy. -------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Amath, I heard, was a killer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wee~eell&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; to be honest, I found it manageable. Im not being complacent, I might still fail it, but im just being honest! I MIGHT FAIL IT! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAIL IT! &lt;/span&gt;But an A might be possible... if im lucky.. heh. I do hope so! Oh yes, and that circle question. &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD FOR THE CIRCLE QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;. This is such, a FLUKE. I just so happened to be doing a similar question with Ms Ng yesterday afternoon and she only figured it out after she'd gone for her driver's refresher course. I think she was too busy to call me, so she smsed me the solution THIS MORNING. And before that I was telling myself that i'd bang my head on my table if something similar came out and I didn't know the solution. But turns out, IT CAME OUT. HAAAAAHH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Once I saw the question, I was like "could it be? Oh gosh, IS IT? OMGOSHOMGOSH IT IS DAMMIT, IT BLOODY FRIGGIN SURE-AS-HELL ISSSSS!! YAAAAAAYYY! MISS NG ROCKS! Okay cool it , remember the solution.. sms. sms. My phone. My PHONE. Where is it? Oh. Yeah. DUH. Im not allowed to have it. Umm.. recall.. its all subbing in yeah? Yeah. SUB. SUBSTITUTE STUFF IN! CRUD IT!" Nearly yelled out loud in the hall. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;It really is such an accomplishment for me, even thought I totally didnt know how to do Linear Law. What is WITH the equations and the awfully huge numbers?? I only drew the axes and an imcomplete table. LOL. Oh and not forgetting to mention how the two miscellaneous teachers up on stage were too busy chatting to GIVE ME ANOTHER PIECE OF FOOLSCAP. Yeah, well, thanks a lot. Yeesh. Ms Teo seems to be the only one running around to provide extra foolscap. And even then I had to raise my hand for quite a bit before Ms Teo finally saw me. I kept screaming in my head for Ms Teo to turn her head to my direction, hahaha. Oh well, can't blame her. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Exams are such a DRAAAAAGGGG. Oh well, The Break's Over. The Take Over. OF MORE S.S. AN CHEM. GAAARRHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;(Good luck for the rest of the papers everyone! We'll beat the socks out of every other class!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Status: Tired...sleeeeeepppppyyy...paranoid! Need.. someone..to jab me in the eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-4681295983704079249?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/4681295983704079249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=4681295983704079249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4681295983704079249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/4681295983704079249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/goooossshh.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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-7553858089316701485.post-5276104622143800390</id><published>2008-05-03T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:44:32.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH + 2 DAY BIRTHDAY PEARLY!!!&lt;/span&gt; Desk buddies rule!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Like Nigel, i'll probably be posting about Thursday's events after the cruddy MYEs are long gone and over. This shall be my shortest post,EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Three words - Super Dee Duper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Im screwed for both papers. I just realised how sweaty my palms can get during essay writing even WITH the aircon set at 22 degrees. My gosh, even my sweat glands are giving up on me. Talk about homeostasis! This defies every principle of Biology. I couldn't even hold my pen right and I kept checking it to see whether the nib was broken. Hell... IM HALLUCINATING BROKEN PEN NIBS. GAARRHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007461497275218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SBvtQbDTA1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Y4Gfbzbb_qU/s320/THEWORLD_in_MYPALMS_by_miyusebille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I seem to be talking about the same darn thing over and over again every time I write a stinkin essay - broken marraiges. So now you know, if you're getting married soon, don't talk to me, or it'll probably go into some divorce statistics that we'll all end up learning in S.S someday. No wonder (mr) Tien said I looked emo and didnt wanna give me my question paper. Lol, wth. Besides, 2 people commented that I looked like I just woke up from sleep. Not that im happy, but SOMEONE FINALLY SEES THE EFFECTS OF ME SLEEPING PAST 12AM FOR THE PAST MONTH OR SO. I know im some kind of sleeping noob since everyone else is able to stay waaay past 12am and not feel like PUKING. I could have slept right through the paper...Oh joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007470087209858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SBvtQ7DTA4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/8Hh-Z-sU5eQ/s320/Sleepy_by_cu_petale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Like the Chicago rock band Ok Go once said (every time they play on my iPod to be exact) , GEOGRAPHY'S TOO STUBBORN. Okay im kidding you. I used to like Geog a whole lot in lower sec... especially since I topped the class for it once. LOL. Im pathetic aren't I? The good ol' days where even a peanut like me can still top the class for SOMETHING. Anyway, the Geog paper was pretty awful, if I do say so myself. At least the daily chem note revision helped cos I practically spewed everything chemmy out from the Air notes onto the question about global warming cos I didn't know that they CROSS BRED THE QUESTIONS WITH WEATHER AND CLIMATE STUFF. I was like, talking all about the insulating layers of greenhouse gases and the radiation thing.. and the changes in weather pattern thing.. oh gosh, there wasn't anything remotely geoggy in there! Let's hope Mr Quek likes chem, shall we? Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007465792242530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SBvtQrDTA2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/RR5Aq53iY0c/s320/The_Ugly_Peanut__by_PutridMilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well, at least Avenue Q is coming to Singapore! Wheeee!! Me and Eunini are so gonna watch them if we have the time. I hope it won't be M18 or anything.. but considering that theres,um, "Full Puppet Nudity"... well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196007465792242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SBvtQrDTA3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/9nMd4ufmqUg/s320/avenue-q-cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Avenue Q-ers unite!! PRINCETONNNNN!! HAHA! Gonna hit the sack now for a hard day's work tomorrow. This is très AWFUL. Add a 'Bloody' to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Dee DUPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Status: Groggy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7553858089316701485-5276104622143800390?l=the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/feeds/5276104622143800390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7553858089316701485&amp;postID=5276104622143800390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5276104622143800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553858089316701485/posts/default/5276104622143800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-great-flashbang.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-16th-2-day-birthday-pearly-desk.html' title=''/><author><name>oLivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14080182635063949868</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://bp1.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/SBvtQbDTA1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Y4Gfbzbb_qU/s72-c/THEWORLD_in_MYPALMS_by_miyusebille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553858089316701485.post-3658200276363473039</id><published>2008-04-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:07:43.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;No, I ain't nuts. I'll tell you what I am. Im insanely spastically spasmic . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186120920072558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/R_jNf-MlmTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yPyvvSrMT4s/s320/Fantastic_Spastic_by_Pornographique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003333;"&gt;Lol, I seem to have an infatuation with petroleum . Twice I gave the answer "petroleum" when LZ and (mr) Tien tested me chem. PETROLEUM! And I was like trying to gag my mouth shut after that. Must be the cans of 'Hello Panda' that Kim and the rest of them bought! YEAH! LOL IT MUST BE THAT WIERDO STRAWBERRY ONE I ATE BY ACCIDENT! Strawberry gives me spasmic behaviour! Hah! Must have been made from the mutant strawberry Cheryl picked up in Vietnam. *Shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186123617312020850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUfVNI6BBUQ/R_jP8-MlmXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ziEKVOyvYY4/s320/spastic_vibration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt
