<?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-8806239556451491320</id><updated>2011-10-09T15:00:21.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything written here is solely for leisure and read-only, and is nonsense, extreme and should not be seriously taken. Haha, have fun though.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3665704705833744899</id><published>2011-08-02T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:58:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been months since I last posted (and seems like everytime I start off with something like this.) CTs have passed, horrendous results have come, and we're back to busy school day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been less eventful, but especially since the start of this term, I just feel that I am becoming lonelier and lonelier (is there even such a word?). Being alone has never, and will never, be the reason why I feel lonely. The times I feel lonely are when I feel a disconnect with people, when there are so many people around, yet so few that I can even talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's two-way, it's either I don't feel like talking to people, or they don't feel like talking to me. Most of the times it is both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why my social life has disintegrated from something that might have grown legs, to absolute nothingness. Where did I go wrong? Because something has clearly gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I stand on my own in my righteousness. No, I did not do anything wrong. I have been nothing but considerate to people, even though chicky remarks were made. I have done nothing to hurt people. I might not have a fun personality, but if fun personality means all the sordid details and making a joke and character out of yourself, I rather not have it. Not that having a "fun personality" is bad, but it's not my style, so why should I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I prefer to have more true friends? Certainly. But I know that despite screw-ups (some rather major ones), I am proud of the way I live. This is me. This is my life, and I would not want to live it for people who do not care. There are still people out there who believe in me, and as long as I have them, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite a rough day. Once again I got misinterpreted again. But I took it with a smile and walk off. But I couldn't quite lay it down until I write on this blog. I've always prided myself with my school. Even though my school is far from perfect, I take with it as of now 5 years of precious memories, experiences, and lessons learnt that I will be forever grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, getting stepped over, and rudely shafted by people who just came in this year, is really an insult. This is by no means a reference to some of my friends who just came in this year. They were nice, humble, and genuinely good people. But it deeply hurt and angered me that today, this person had the nerve to undermine me, and tried to bruise my ego. I just couldn't take it. Maybe I'm narrow-minded, but it seems I'm getting mistreated by newcomers in this home that I've lived for the past 5 years. After working hard for the past 4 years to gain recognition from peers, juniors and teachers, you came in and try to shaft me? How dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. No more nice Kai Cong. And YES, the previous version IS the nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3665704705833744899?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3665704705833744899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3665704705833744899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3665704705833744899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3665704705833744899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2011/08/settling-in.html' title='Settling in'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-403273781572286193</id><published>2011-05-29T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:39:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a term</title><content type='html'>This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later, everything just came together, ok except for academics, but things couldn't have worked out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO's concert's quite a success, there's huge payoff, and all seems fine in the world. Even if it is just a moment, but it's definitely a moment that I will remember for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-403273781572286193?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/403273781572286193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=403273781572286193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/403273781572286193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/403273781572286193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-term.html' title='The end of a term'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7028685959508243240</id><published>2011-04-26T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:39:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Today I'm just feeling once again, very disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I decided to come back to this sad and abandoned blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of seeing half of my classmates going on a sure-to-be-awesome trip while I have to stay back with the other half of the class. It started out fun, partly due to Sharm and Jin Hong's dramatization, but then it became a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slipping behind in academics, and for the first time, I have no idea where our CO stand in terms of standards. Normally I have an idea, but it seems so fuzzy right now. There's so much uncertainty. But I'm holding out hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that SYF should never be about the results, but anyone would be lying if they say that results don't matter. As I always say, that is just a sad excuse for people who didn't get the results they wanted. Either that, or for people who win, but try to remain morally upright, or pretend to be humble. Maybe I'm just a selfish person, but I really hope this time we can actually accquire the target that we want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 4th time participating, and we'd missed our target for the last 3 times. Enough of "the process is more important", I've been through 3 "processes" without getting some results (and believe me results is important, I've seen how results totally ruined RICO before the new management comes in, back in 2009). Now I'm on my 4th process, I don't think I'm greedy, but I need results. It's no longer a bonus, it's a need now. Of course if we don't get it, life goes on, but it'll never be the same. At that point of time, if it ever comes (and I'm praying it doesn't), I will have to make a choice, and unfortunately it will be a choice that I'll never be comfortable with. I have formed friendships, and some kind of attachment to CO already, so it'll be hard. Perhaps because of this, I didn't want to get myself too emotionally bonded with CO this year. It's tough, it's ruthless, but I have to use my head over my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we get through SYF with our intended results, everything would just be set into place, and put in nicely. Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7028685959508243240?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7028685959508243240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7028685959508243240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7028685959508243240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7028685959508243240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-219534043503245074</id><published>2011-02-20T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:53:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I greedy?</title><content type='html'>Probably, in fact, theoretically speaking, I'm REALLY greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never satisfied. It's sad to say that I've come to the stage where the maximum level of happiness is not ecstasy, but a neutral reaction. And why? Because the standards I've set have prepared me for either an "Ok, it turned out well" or  "it sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I've always said, I'm just a young guy, trying to find his own ground. Why can't things just go my way? (And it's really selfish to put it this way, and I know that I'm fussing over the little things in life, while others are going through sicknesses and hunger, but I really just wish for something different, and start doing something meaningful, and something that I like, instead of going through the same routine and process again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say you have to take the opportunities that come your way, I did, but it seems like it's just not meant to be, and I don't get it. It's not like I'm sitting around waiting for things to happen, but why would you do this to me, at the same time when I had this change of mindset. You're pushing me back into a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me this chance. I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-219534043503245074?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/219534043503245074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=219534043503245074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/219534043503245074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/219534043503245074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2011/02/am-i-greedy.html' title='Am I greedy?'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5102128295113648552</id><published>2010-12-31T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:32:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back, Looking forth</title><content type='html'>Yeah so 2010 has come to an end, and what can I say about this year? Once again, there are some frustrating moments, some great moments and many so-so days. But I would say that this year has been overall a fulfilling year, most of the things that I wanted came through, there are some unexpected joys, some unexpected disappointments, but hey, what would life be without some regrets here and there eh? I think I learnt from the lessons of 2009 and I told myself that this year is the year where I'll try not to screw up, and even when I did, I fix the holds quickly, so for that I'm rather proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the year (in no order of importance)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The entire year had a significantly less share of disappointments, and I think that has been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;- An emotionally satisfying conclusion to my favourite tv series LOST&lt;br /&gt;- I'd lost some weight and is now in the healthy range!&lt;br /&gt;- Unexpectedly getting my best academic results since Secondary One!&lt;br /&gt;- My sister's friend introduced me to very cheap karaoke, and now I have one more spot of joy in my life!&lt;br /&gt;- A revamp of my CCA brought new joys rebooted and almost totally rebooted RICO, giving us a lot of new energy, new goals and targets. And even better, very good EXCO members and section with great working dynamics, and of all the years, I'm really lucky to be working with them. Of course, the year-end concert is a success, and a total contrast to last year's disaster.&lt;br /&gt;- CelloBass Section got an ensemble piece for the concert, and we didn't screw up nearly as much as we thought we would!&lt;br /&gt;- Really awesome friends that I never really came to appreciate much until this year, that helped make every day of school life full of meaning and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lowlights of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let's just say not doing well for NAPFA. It's a shame, really.&lt;br /&gt;- Always having the feeling that I haven't done enough for my CCA, but hey, you win some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;- Television shows and music really kinda sucked this year, with Glee having some of the most atrocious storylines on tv, after being so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't get to fully immerse myself in all the craziness of school life, indulging in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now, to the New Year Resolutions (in no particular order, as always).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I want to develop a killer-instinct, the motivation to do what I set out to do without fear! No more "hidden" Kai Cong!&lt;br /&gt;- Havingmy own unique style.&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out more with people, step up, be more bold and let myself be heard.&lt;br /&gt;- Not slacking and immediately start studying for A levels, not leaving anything to chance.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm gonna get good results for NAPFA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR WISHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As always I hope that everyone that I care, my family, relatives, friends, and friendly accquaintances lead healthy and happy lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. My academics can always be "under control" and I will get my desirable grades. Hopefully I will not lose sight of my end targets and will be able to focus.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can finally get good NAPFA grades. After this year's disappointment, I'm yearning for much better.&lt;br /&gt;4. More fun stuff to do, and more karaoke!&lt;br /&gt;5. I really hope that I am able to find a CCA that I like whether it's CO or any other CCA. I haven't yet decided but I really want to find something I can like.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will make a lot more friends and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;7. More chances to go overseas and see the world.&lt;br /&gt;8. More good music and good shows that are actually creative, popular, watchable and likeable.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hope that my favourites from competition shows will win, as always.&lt;br /&gt;10. A more colourful year with less missed opportunities and more risks rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it, another year has just about ended, and all the best to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you ever read this blogpost one day, you really rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5102128295113648552?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5102128295113648552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5102128295113648552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5102128295113648552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5102128295113648552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-back-looking-forth.html' title='Looking back, Looking forth'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7542423525564651010</id><published>2010-10-20T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:15:10.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of EOYs!!!</title><content type='html'>YEAAHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even express how happy I am right now, Life is REALLY boring, but then, as I always said, I rather die of boredom than die of work overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Im typing the blogpost under the impression that no one's reading, evident from the tagboard which has been posted since.... So if you stumble upon this blog, read it, skip it, or do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I'm not an insensitive bitch, to anyone in SPS, if you're reading, I really wish that you guys will get your most desirable grade for O levels, aim for 2 points ok?? I wish you guys all the best! Not forgetting you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just some pointers of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2P/08 people - I am not too close to this class and I've lost touch with just about the whole lot of you, but thanks for being part of my experience. At least I have the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D people - This may surprise you, but I really enjoyed you people. We're probably the worst class (by some unknown standards), but you people are awesome. It really killed my cynicism of that it's everyone for himself/herself because you guys have been really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICO - By far the best and worst experience of my life, and many times it's the latter. So it might really shock you to hear that I truly enjoyed just about every moment with you people. My section CelloBass - YOU'RE THE BEST! Lawrence, Tony, Edmund, Vincent Tjeng, Davin, Zhonghao, OOI, Shi Kang, Hao Sheng, Chang Jie, Douglas, Hia Ming, WAI KIT, Jing Long you prodigy haha, Glenn, Raynor. Even those floaters, though you really caused quite some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Jia Jin, cos you really helped me tonnes from Sec 1 and make me who I am today. Sng Zheng you're a shaoye, but a good one for the most part. Vincent Ong you're really like my mentor, and you're my role model, but I wish I had listened to you. But regardless it didn't affect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EXCO members: Rui Jun you're our leader, and I missed how quickly you can switch modes from totally hysterical to totally objective, Dongheng your jokes suck but you've done a pretty darn good job, Gangyi you're fun loving and super helpful, Ooi you're an awesome mugger that likes chores (like wth), Jonathan you're another mugger, straight shooter which I admire, Shaun you're super good at admin and a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our next batch, I believe in you. You have so much going already but you guys have SO MUCH more to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I've never been a social creature. I can be really open and ridiculous with people I'm really well accquainted with, but to people that I'm not that close with, I can be really be a very cold person. But it really makes my day to have that very few friends that I can actually talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok normally people will put their best friends at the end, for me it's the same, though a little different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not someone who will write something like "who-and-who" are my best friends, because I've always been afraid that the feeling is not mutual, but one-sided. Or maybe I feel that it's ominous to write such stuff, cos the friendship might die once I get too confident in it. But I do have you people as really good friends and that's enough. You made my day so many times and really gave me a lot of motivation to go on. And I thank all the gods and goddesses in this world for that. If you're one of these people, I think you will know that I'm talking about you. So cheers and really all the best to these best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I finally had a post in a really long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7542423525564651010?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7542423525564651010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7542423525564651010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7542423525564651010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7542423525564651010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-eoys.html' title='End of EOYs!!!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2585212261252303551</id><published>2010-09-07T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:30:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My karaoke session today + some "Reflections"</title><content type='html'>Wow so today I went out with Shawn for karaoke-ing plus eating at the Manhattan Fish Market. It was super shiok, like we got in 2 jugs of honey drinks? Though after singing like 10,000 Mariah Carey songs, the vocal chords are super strained by the time one hour passed. Despite that, we still had a great time. The "waitresses" actually asked if we got first in something, cos obviously we're very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have not blogged for quite some time, let me just summarize the past few months with some thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Academics. Just bad, I know this is the time which I should be studying, but I just can't find it in me anymore. It's just bad. What happened to the person that used to want 4.0 for every subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CCA. Now that I've stepped down from my positions in my CCA, it just feels some kind of hole in me. Yes, the pressure of responsibilities are gone, but whenever I show up at the CCA, it feels that I'm an outsider. This transformation took place in just a few days, and I'm still trying to come to terms about it. Seriously speaking, these 4 years in CCA had been passable at best. The best moment in this CCA came during the Springs of Life concert in 2007, which was a success, which I didn't even come close to participating fully. And that's a sad statement to make. But what can I say, I guess I should be happy. I've made friends in this CCA, and good ones. This CCA was once the highlight of each week, my relief from my academics, yet at times especially the last two years, it became an additional burden. But I've taken the few fun times, and the many bad times in, and I lived through all. Were there any things I regret? Definitely. But sometimes, you just have to let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2585212261252303551?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2585212261252303551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2585212261252303551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2585212261252303551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2585212261252303551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-karaoke-session-today-some.html' title='My karaoke session today + some &quot;Reflections&quot;'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8181935226851371421</id><published>2010-07-11T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:41:49.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST final scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e3D6EG35WP0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3D6EG35WP0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3D6EG35WP0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8181935226851371421?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8181935226851371421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8181935226851371421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8181935226851371421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8181935226851371421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost-final-scene.html' title='LOST final scene'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1276090006512904505</id><published>2010-06-13T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:08:20.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We should all be happy</title><content type='html'>June hols are here, but there's so much to do, that I haven't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that more than half of my leadership term in my CCA had ended, but I've accomplished so little from what I set out to do. Is it because of the little things that bug me, or is it because I'm so self-centred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting attendance needs 1 hour, and constant chasing, it makes you think whether you're really being a leader. What happened to encouraging the heart, or inspiring a shared vision? It is hard when the most important tasks is about fixing holes, instead of integrating. Can we do both at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this "leader" had some holes to fix too. Life has been good to me this year compared to last year, I'm a happier person, but I need to get this fixed quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1276090006512904505?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1276090006512904505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1276090006512904505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1276090006512904505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1276090006512904505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-should-all-be-happy.html' title='We should all be happy'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8831805091484267307</id><published>2010-03-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:17:37.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting comfortable</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't even know my blog existed anymore, but today at around 12 midnight. I had this sudden realization that I have a blog, and so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I describe the year so far? Aiya I actually really like the year, there is much less uncertainly, more fun, less ugliness and I'm feeling .... good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my life is like a routine, but this time its a comfortable routine. It is not the perfect life, but then again, I like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I just need this peace of mind. Two more weeks to a tiny little break of erm... one day? (cos I need to come back 4 out of 5 days in March hols) So to those disgusting stuff out there trying to sabo me, better keep out, cos this year ain't gonna be a smooth ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8831805091484267307?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8831805091484267307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8831805091484267307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8831805091484267307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8831805091484267307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-comfortable.html' title='Getting comfortable'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-9162009446507113037</id><published>2010-01-30T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:25:45.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days so far</title><content type='html'>2010 has been quite a good year so far, if there is one reason, that is because the disgusting and ugly just got dumped and got just what they deserve. There is nothing better than seeing these people finally getting what they deserve and start to unravel. There is finally some justice. Everyone is turning against you people now, and I actually felt sorry for you, NOT! Suck it, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are better too, except for the man that shall not be mentioned, I liked it when everyone constantly disrupted him during lesson, they showed him the appropriate amount of respect that he deserves, for being such a horrible teacher. Come on, not to be elitist, but which school are you in? You teach like shit, how do you expect people to do well, and respect you. Can't teach and not nice, what are you here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I know Im a horrible person, but isn't last year bad enough for me? Im NOT THAT BAD, ok I know Im going to hell though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so far I can feel the impact of not having any constant assessments and stuff, its much more peaceful. YEAH KEEP ON THIS TRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO has been very different this year. The transformation we have is not going too smooth, and I know I'm not being totally up to task this year in CO the period after Raffles Trail, where all my fellow EXCO members, especially Ooi, had been putting in significantly more amounts of effort than myself. I don't know where I stand now, I'm not in charge of any of the major activities, and it is hard to be back to just helping your section. You can't exactly argue that I'm slacking simply cos everyone takes charge of some activity except for me. You can blame me for not taking initiative though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sign, anything, please just help me do something gd for CO, and not let my last year for CO go to waste. (Of course not disgustingly horrible stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-9162009446507113037?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/9162009446507113037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=9162009446507113037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/9162009446507113037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/9162009446507113037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-so-far.html' title='The days so far'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8115554807100199207</id><published>2010-01-09T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:56:10.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>I thought this first week of school, is actually really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's sandcastle designing was epic fail, and we basically slacked through the morning. The moving of instruments for RICO was chaotic but smooth. However, the introduction of the new instructors was like, so awkward. And when the conductor dropped the bomb of the newly-implemented termly tests, I can feel my nerve just tingle already. This is how it works: Everyone goes up to the stage, one by one, play for an orchestra. Fail, and you're out. That is BRUTAL, I don't even know whether I'm up for it. But at least, we can finally let everyone keep their focus and actually practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new instructor based on the first lesson alone, is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday, I forgot they actually existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a BIG day. From 12 noon, we went to atrium, took very damn long to setup microphones, and then to our horrors, the midi actually played the wrong key, which makes every note we play off totally. What a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raffles Trail itself looked simple and cool. No big banners, but I have to give some credit to the arts people like Zeqing and Yongsheng. And of course Kwang Yi who came down, and worked his magic in drawing some abstract art from the whiteboard. It was quite a cool thing to experience, so for those who helped out, REALLY A HUGE THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of Friday is Sandcastles!!! NOT!!! The highlight is..... *drums roll* First Geog lesson with LYT! She was cool and dedicated man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sandcastles turned out to be not good, especially my group. Our group is like 8 members, then halfway through, the leader gone, the others gone, only left me and Cleon (hey, new found respect for Cleon!). It turned out just alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great first week, lets keep it going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8115554807100199207?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8115554807100199207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8115554807100199207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8115554807100199207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8115554807100199207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2748039528753790423</id><published>2009-12-31T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:48:25.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the year</title><content type='html'>This is once again the time of the year, which we can set our minds into having some new year wishes and resolutions. I mean, its quite hard to fulfill them all, but still its another sign of hope. I love beginnings and may 2010 be a brand new beginning. I looked at my 2009 resolutions, and said 2008 sucks. But 2009 sucks even more. I really, truly hope 2010 is good. Im really quite patient in 2009, and please I can't endure like this for another year! So I hope next year turns out good. Here is my wish+resolutions list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Happiness and well-being&lt;/strong&gt; for my friends, family, myself, and of course anyone decent. Ok this IS the golden rule, and I can't emphasize enough, because your wishes and resolutions will always fall under this rule. If you're happy, it means everything went well. I hope I can be a more happy person too. Please do not test my patience and make me fake happiness which I don't feel, like you did this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;World peace. &lt;/strong&gt;Very idealistic, yet once again, I dunno why I have this huge thing for world peace. Its been in my resolutions since like 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Academics. &lt;/strong&gt;Once again, something which I hope I can pull through. I hope I don't have to wish for good results, but instead go for good results.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;CCA. &lt;/strong&gt;From what I experienced from CCA this year, it feels good to have a CCA which actually makes you enjoy, instead of being a burden. I think that speaks by itself. I hope we will put away the past and have a new lease of life.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Electone Lessons.&lt;/strong&gt; I hope I can do enough to pass and proceed to my next grade. While there is no examination last year, so I really hope since this comes through since this is in resolutions for two years running!&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt; Fitness.&lt;/strong&gt; Guess what? I think the last time I contemplated losing weight is like 5 years ago. I hope this year will finally be a year of change. And hopefully, I can pass NAPFA again, maybe even scrape a silver? And of course pass pull-ups! Just One will do! ONE! Not asking for a lot!&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;People relationships.&lt;/strong&gt; I hope I can treat people better. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Going overseas. And I don't mean Malaysia. &lt;/strong&gt;Hopefully somewhere this year, I can go somewhere cool and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; Good new scripted shows. &lt;/strong&gt;I think both in local and overseas, we need some distraction from the work. We need some ideas for scripted shows, something edgy.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Hope my favourites from reality shows actually WIN. &lt;/strong&gt;I've never had any luck in my favourite contestants winning the shows. From Allison Iraheta, to Michelle in Big Brother. Hope this change the next year. Please just let my favourite win!&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;LOST gets a satisfying conclusion. &lt;/strong&gt;We need a good ending to one of the best shows ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Glee and Modern Family plus the favourite shows get renewed for another season. &lt;/strong&gt;Can't imagine the agony if they don't.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Even more good pixar films (Toy story 3, I'm talking to you), good ending for the last Shrek film. More quality films please too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hoping any idols I have will sell better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot to ask for, but I sure want this badly. Anyway, I wish all of you the best. And may all your resolutions and wishes come through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2748039528753790423?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2748039528753790423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2748039528753790423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2748039528753790423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2748039528753790423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-of-year.html' title='Time of the year'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1369118462229725507</id><published>2009-12-27T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:17:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more days to the new year</title><content type='html'>So, that is almost it for the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things that I will remember 2009 for, its a year of patience, its a year of disappointments, with the occasional triumphant moments. I wouldn't rank it anywhere near the best years, I'll probably end it bad. Not to be pessimistic, I've been very patient the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to remember 2009, it will be all these not-so-good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The death of Yuanchi, still one of the biggest tragedies for me to date.&lt;br /&gt;- The year where we got undesirable results for SYF&lt;br /&gt;- The year where we had to change all our previous instructors due to the SYF results&lt;br /&gt;- The year where my CCA went through turmoil&lt;br /&gt;- The year where the illness (a little worse than flu) came to me for a week (making me very weak)&lt;br /&gt;- Absoultly Horrible concert, another CCA thing&lt;br /&gt;- Bad working experiences with some people, people who pull you down all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some good things though:&lt;br /&gt;- The year which introduced us to Allison Iraheta, one of the most raw and natural singers&lt;br /&gt;- The year which gave us Up, a Pixar Great film&lt;br /&gt;- The year which showed me that I can pull through with patience&lt;br /&gt;- The year where scripted television comes to light with fantastic new shows such as Glee and Modern Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010 be all good and nothing bad. I believe that its possible. I don't believe I will have this crap thrown to me two years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to have a break off 2009. Enjoy the last few days, its not the best year to me, but definitely one of the most memorable ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1369118462229725507?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1369118462229725507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1369118462229725507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1369118462229725507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1369118462229725507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-more-days-to-new-year.html' title='4 more days to the new year'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4654516468138124273</id><published>2009-12-10T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:56:20.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sad</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know that Singapore Idol has a season 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if your answer is no, I wouldn't be surprised. I watched the season 2, and it sucks. So I decided not to watch. But then, I watched one show (feeling bored), and then changed my mind and decided to watch, since there is really some solid talent involved and some of them are really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you have the results, which puts all those with talent out the competition. Just like this 17-year-old girl called Tabitha, she's so good (see her rendition of Mama Do on youtube), but yet Singaporeans don't vote for talent. She didn't make it to the finals. This is the first real time, that if one person in the finals actually win, Singapore Idol can close down for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 27th of December, when you stumble on the papers and saw press coverage, or media coverage on the winner. If you see that it is a female winning, then good for us, our country got hope. If its a male, then you might have your worst idol in history. (Well nothing sexist or feminist, because most of you won't know which contestant is which, so the gender allocation will help you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the new instructors and conductor came. Surprised to say, they gave me renewed hope. I hope it continues this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4654516468138124273?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4654516468138124273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4654516468138124273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4654516468138124273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4654516468138124273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-sad.html' title='Just sad'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2259725084016360368</id><published>2009-11-30T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:25:02.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of failure</title><content type='html'>"I will need to have you people smell your armpits. That is the smell of failure." - Sue Sylvester, &lt;em&gt;Glee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people ever believed in something so strongly, that you were on the "right side", on the side of justice, to find out you were wrong? Or at least, not that righeous? Or even worse, to find out that you are part of the "bad" people, screwing things up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for someone who always trusted his gut, I feel used, I feel doped. I got played. How sad was that? Of course I'm not associated with "bad" people, but at least we're not that righteous, we are not heroes. We just think we are. Somemore, I was warned. I choose to stick with people who are willing to cut me off anytime, than someone who had guided me and someone whom I can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that rant. Holidays for the first 3 weeks were all about the concert. The concert was not a success to be blatant, but we're over it. 5 weeks left. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im just gonna let go for now, and just be myself for 5 weeks. Watch all the movies I can, get out of the house as much as I can. Enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2259725084016360368?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2259725084016360368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2259725084016360368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2259725084016360368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2259725084016360368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/11/smell-of-failure.html' title='The smell of failure'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5195331934161755720</id><published>2009-11-28T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:20:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert's over</title><content type='html'>Well the concert went so-so lah. There were some not-so-good (even funny) moments, some not-too-bad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All instructors and the conductor going to be changed (its all about SYF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't even know who is our teacher IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5195331934161755720?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5195331934161755720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5195331934161755720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5195331934161755720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5195331934161755720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/11/concerts-over.html' title='Concert&apos;s over'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7200817525164521785</id><published>2009-09-06T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:30:27.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing with a bang?!</title><content type='html'>Oh boarding was really awesome. I mean that coming from me is huge, and I'm not just saying that cos others saying so. It WAS good, except for that internet connection. During the afternoons, its still decent, but when it came to the night it gets really nasty. How nasty? Not being able to load google - That's nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side of boarding, really a lot of nice people. Unlike one or two people in my class, boarding seems to have the best and most amazing people you can find. And then you have prep time which I really HATE, but then helps like hell in my tests. And of course the new experience of living in a new environment, it was really interesting. And of course when the food in dining hall gets good (after some so-so meals) the pleasure was unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has to come one day when I finally blog right? and its been a year since I talk shit about people, well I try not to, but this person really deserves his one minute of shame here in this blog. To top it off, he's a Sec 4 prefect, sad to say unlike any of the prefects I met in boarding, this one here is obnonxious, unfriendly, bad-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it all happened: On the last day of Term 3 which is Friday, those people in the classroom thought there was no morning assembly (thanks to a mistake made by RInform or something like that). Furthermore, fridays are non-assembly days, and we probably missed the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with the proof in our hands, we went down, and got caught by this prefect. And of course after listening to like one line of our explanation, he cut in and decided to record our names. We told him that its the fault of the RInform, and he stopped. And of course now that he CANNOT take down our names, we got scolded by him for not having a sense of urgency. To quote, "You know why I'm pissed? (actually I don't give a shit) Cos you guys are late, and just because you have an excuse, you came walking down slowly (WTH is that??!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yes lack of sense of urgency, but that is our normal speed. But I bet if we ran down, you'll be saying that we're trying to escape and more. This prefect refused to let it go and talked about why he was pissed (note he said "why he was pissed", not "what we did wrong") for 10 more minutes. (At that time I was thinking, there are no school rules of "If you didn't rush if you're late, you'll be booked", so if he really booked us, he's so losing his prefect badge)Then he let us go, and of course we went through another two rounds of interrogation of prefects before making it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time when we tried to explain, he hushed us and talked about "Don't interrupt when I'm speaking". Well that's so much of hypocrite, cutting us off at a very start. The good thing for me and for him, is that I don't know his name, so I can't put a name here and risk getting daggers thrown here. And for him, he was just so way over the top, and he would not have gotten away scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the prefect, I bet you didn't say all the crap you're saying when you're campaigning in your prefect election. Simply so shameless, that I actually went back to this dead blog to write about him. He deserves this induction to this Hall of Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, what an eventful week! And with Glee starting next week, I would be so ecstatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7200817525164521785?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7200817525164521785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7200817525164521785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7200817525164521785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7200817525164521785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/09/finishing-with-bang.html' title='Finishing with a bang?!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7424768983869424792</id><published>2009-08-11T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:29:27.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>It is the time of the year, that I will really very tired.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know how fortunate I was, compared to many people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I'll look back and say how immature I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I am tired, and part of me is asking me to be optimistic. (something that I've been doing all year long, and I think you should give me kudos, considering how bad this year had been to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me realizes that it was all my wishful thinking at the start of the year that thought this year is going to start out good, or at least its going to turn good halfway. But it just didn't happen in a huge way. At this time, I just want to sleep, and I want to sleep tonight as in, tomorrow morning I won't have to deal with things I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take an MC where the day after I won't get stressed up with double serving of homework. I want no expectations on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is so dreamy. Just 4 more weeks Im thinking. 4 more weeks and I can be free for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year, things will go well. Because I think I've held on to too much hope for this year, and its not working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can listen to my music, watch my big brother and try to get these things done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7424768983869424792?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7424768983869424792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7424768983869424792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7424768983869424792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7424768983869424792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3376827867940473829</id><published>2009-07-25T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:27:42.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet YET another hiatus</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I promised myself I won't let this blog go dead, but it still went dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend. Harry Potter 6 (Read the book? Anyone?) was a rather fantabulous movie for a non-book reader. What with all the book fanatics saying that its going to be unclear for those who didn't read, I felt the storyline was clear-cut. It may not contain all the mythology and deep elements, but I felt its quite good. Reading a book and a film are like, two different things lor. The movie is all about attraction, human emotion, and cutting scenes just to tell a story from a visual perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just rocks lar, basically. The ending was beautiful. It was an ending to a nice weekend.  This is turning out to be good. I hope it stays the same for the rest of the yr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3376827867940473829?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3376827867940473829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3376827867940473829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3376827867940473829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3376827867940473829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-yet-another-hiatus.html' title='Yet YET another hiatus'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4875807029231567971</id><published>2009-07-09T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:13:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We must bring salvation back</title><content type='html'>It seems like decades since I last posted?&lt;br /&gt;Btw the big news recently: Ya, the death of Michael Jackson, possibly one of the few legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he wrote fantastic songs, who the hell sells 100million copies nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 million copies is an incredible feat for any artist, and will top the year-end chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to watch some of the clips of his memorial.&lt;br /&gt;It was really sad, esp when they sang Heal the World and We are the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mariah Carey choked on "I'll be there", well if this was any performance, it will probably be dissed as "Oh she lost her voice" AGAIN. And it really infuriates me when people actually wrote under the video that "Leona Lewis owns Mariah anytime!"   Some of these people are just full of crap, like come on she sang and choked cos she's being emotional, and you're putting all your Simon-Cowell-commercial-judging crap and judging her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what is better when the opening lines of the song are "You and I must make a pact. We must bring salvation back. When there is love, I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;Well Im not a Christian(talking about salvation), but it just seemed very heartfelt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4875807029231567971?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4875807029231567971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4875807029231567971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4875807029231567971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4875807029231567971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-must-bring-salvation-back.html' title='We must bring salvation back'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3197109354662383090</id><published>2009-06-02T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:07:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACKKKK!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, just a little update from school life again.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this world is just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I got 14/30 for CHemistry, despite having a damn gd Chem teacher, and I got 21/30 with a physics teacher. (do I need to name one? The physics department is all screwed up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with the last week of school is all about Gossip and work. You know, gossiping is a fun thing, (Yes I'm a mean person), BUT its just so damn fun to gossip about others and bitch about ppl you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, my neighbour/friend/or anything else who I called him newspaper cutting boy. My other friend joked that he would use a fire extinguisher to smack his face to look better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's a bit extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at Fernleaf is done, I'm kinda glad. The last lesson is sorta memorable, and I even received a small bookmark, Im so happy. (even though I knew its not made by the students themselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I say I watch Night at the Museum on the last day of school? Its such a great movie. And did I tell you its my first movie of the year. Yeah, no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are much better now in the holidays. I just feel great. Things are still crappy, but at least its much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3197109354662383090?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3197109354662383090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3197109354662383090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3197109354662383090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3197109354662383090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-backkkk.html' title='I&apos;m BACKKKK!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2437366848107021393</id><published>2009-05-05T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:41:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are just ...</title><content type='html'>I tried harder than ever to convince myself that this year will turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;I still had my new year resolutions in place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received the news that I'm in RLP.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, like, dunno how to react lor. I don't know whether I should think that I'm the "lucky ones" getting such a great privilege. Or simply thought "Crap, this is screwed up, now I have no life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out I can't jump for nuts for standing broad jump. The jumping distance is so incredibly disgusting I'll probably be ridiculed if I post it here. (Any one has any gd advice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, its tough, it really is. Despite much convincing that this is a great year, everything is going the exact complete direction. (From the very first day of school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its all some entertainment again. (ANd no I'm not talking about watching X-Men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2437366848107021393?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2437366848107021393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2437366848107021393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2437366848107021393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2437366848107021393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-are-just.html' title='Things are just ...'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1343364988482925931</id><published>2009-04-23T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:22:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I already had that ominous feeling. I knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it came, I still could not accept it for real. To swallow that "silver" is difficult, especially when you know that is what you do not deserve. We have minimal screw-ups on the day itself. Its like American Idol, where all the judges say you did a great job, but you found yourself eliminated anyway, because by the luck of draw, you went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without SYF is liberating, but a little lack of motivation. I guess I have to focus back on my RE, which I missed out quite a bit, and look forward to a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my few wishes of the year is now kinda finished, so I have to put my efforts in the others.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope Sng Zheng doesn't give up playing the sanxian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved this song by Mariah Carey. Its called "Love takes time". It helped me everytime I'm feeling down. Its a soothing song. Here is the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL8q8e8R9qg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL8q8e8R9qg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright note, I bought David Cook's CD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1343364988482925931?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1343364988482925931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1343364988482925931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1343364988482925931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1343364988482925931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/04/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3806440696490177771</id><published>2009-04-12T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:44:37.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a title!</title><content type='html'>Next week is a CO-centric week. All things CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't really care about lessons anymore lah. Its just too difficult to focus on lessons, if you focus on them too much, you get sianz when it comes to practice, so just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, next week could be a train-wreck. But I have a feeling it won't. Got a funny and maybe completely-off prediction that it could be one of the best weeks of the year. Especially with all things shaping up, this week shouldn't be a gd one. But I just have this weird feeling that its going to turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm actually kind of looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3806440696490177771?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3806440696490177771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3806440696490177771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3806440696490177771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3806440696490177771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-me-title.html' title='Give me a title!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3969671689853439067</id><published>2009-04-05T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:54:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Another week has gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, is seriously, such a meh.... Its not like anything disastrous happpens this week, but then its just so boring, draggy and just bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mundane lessons of the week, nothing that picks me up. Coming to school is mostly about SYF now, and life is just sucky. Luckily my horrible workings of the Geog project and physics are gone now, so its a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, let us see what next week brings us: 3 tests and.... Good Friday. Thank god for the good friday, since next week will most probably be almost unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you guys know Lady Gaga, what an awesome singer! Easily one of the best right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3969671689853439067?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3969671689853439067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3969671689853439067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3969671689853439067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3969671689853439067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6952266598612248181</id><published>2009-03-29T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:13:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's concert</title><content type='html'>Wow ..... just wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't really care too much for the symphony part. You can definitely see the movements (the natural ones) and their eye contact with the instructor. Its just brilliant. But listening to symphonies for 45 minutes straight requires much concentration, and its a little difficult sometimes. They got all the notes perfect, not a bit of the off notes or some awkward moments, but that's not the main part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most incredible part is when Ms Nella Hunkins took it to the stage for her "solo" performance, though there are back-ups, so I don't really call it solo. But still anyway, that was just the highlight. The dedication and emotion in the song was so huge, she showed it on her face, the sweat, and not to mention the amazing techniques and stage presence. It was just ... inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im really so glad to finally see Mr Voo's teacher! She will be leaving SSO, and migrating back to England on April 2009, according to Siah, so I'm glad I paid for the $19.2o and even took a group photo of her. She's a fun person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6952266598612248181?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6952266598612248181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6952266598612248181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6952266598612248181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6952266598612248181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterdays-concert.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s concert'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4527278477197642268</id><published>2009-03-21T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:03:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is such a ...</title><content type='html'>Just one more day before another cycle of 10 weeks comes along.&lt;br /&gt;Im just realizing something... My blog posts suddenly seem so dull, no fun. I guess that is because Im always commenting on mundane school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had enough trouble with school, so let us move on to my favourite .... TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;And if you know me, you'll know that I love American Idol and Survivor.... seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol is just a weird show, you know sometimes these winners don't sell much and don't have much fame after the competition, which makes the premise of the show really screwed up, but still ppl like me continue to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 8 is like Season 3 twisted completely, like 7 guys and 3 girls, you gotta be kidding me. Ok at least this year there's no Sanjaya, or John Stevens. Though that Michael guy had the potential to be a train wreck, and Megan (though she's one of my favourites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give a description of the final 10:&lt;br /&gt;Michael - Ew, get this guy off, he had outlived his oil rigger storyline.&lt;br /&gt;Allison - Wow so raw, hope she does well.&lt;br /&gt;Kris - Kinda ok with him, but had a bad feeling he's gonna end up on the short end really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Scott - He's getting boring, and he's slowing outliving his inspirational storyline, I don't get inspired by his performances except for the top 36 one.&lt;br /&gt;Danny - Just Taylor Hicks without the white hair. Fun on the show but if he ended up being the winner, expect him to sell as little as Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;Adam - Great but seriously scary vocals!&lt;br /&gt;Lil Rounds - Like the name, but the fantasia type of singing is getting a little too sick.&lt;br /&gt;Anoop - Good singing, but seriously I don't like his performances. Getting him an extra top 13 is just cheating the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Matt G. - Woah, from the horrible "Viva la Vida" to greatness. That's the success story&lt;br /&gt;Megan - Just love her, who doesn't love Megan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4527278477197642268?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4527278477197642268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4527278477197642268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4527278477197642268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4527278477197642268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-such.html' title='This is such a ...'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4408392818329514009</id><published>2009-03-18T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:24:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The March Holidays</title><content type='html'>If they can be called one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having holidays, it was a given that holidays are supposed to be a period of time where everyone will be having A LOT of time. The pissifying fact is that, the very purpose of holidays were to give us a break, but how much of a break is there? At the end of the week, who can really say that we had rested well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, ITS STILL MUCH BETTER THAN SCHOOL ITSELF! I can't deny the fact, its great, and Im really relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn it now I don't even know how my grades are turning out, the holidays are screwed, we got quite a no. of homework. Culmination really works a lot. Like if One subject takes 1 hour, 10 subjects will take 10 hours, not to mention that some subjects like project work needs an entire day to complete. So Im still a little sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4408392818329514009?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4408392818329514009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4408392818329514009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4408392818329514009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4408392818329514009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-holidays.html' title='The March Holidays'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6913595330248683575</id><published>2009-03-01T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another week</title><content type='html'>After the ugly getting sick episodes, the week is getting a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I can't get over the fact that I screwed up many things. Like my maths which I got like 3/10. I just didn't know what happened during the test, my mind was simply stuck. That is not all, I think I got murdered by the second maths paper I took last Thursday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For English, I thought I had written one of the worst essays of my life. Seriously. The whole jealousy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found that for the most part, my class is quite crazy, but is awesome. But still not crazy enough to compare to 1P and 2P. Oh the "good old days" of 1P/2P.&lt;br /&gt;Recently Shawn reminded me of the many things in 1P and 2P, most are bad, in fact lol I think all memories quite ugly in a way, but it is memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1's drama is quite funny, the whole Nathanael VS Lexus thing, the CCIP, the losing 3 keys.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 drama much more uglier, with the whole D-A drama, and the new trio getting owned by Mrs D'Cruz like almost everyday. And of course MOV challenge which introduced to us the Yeo Huan, which my class adored.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6913595330248683575?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6913595330248683575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6913595330248683575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6913595330248683575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6913595330248683575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6385064133803073186</id><published>2009-02-18T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:45:55.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>The more I think about it, the more I think that some of my teachers are not very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that they're mean, its just not those people whose word "nice" will be the first few words you think of when being asked to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this instant example, this teacher loves to torture his students, by giving tonnes of homework. To his credit, the teacher's efficient, but then that teacher  is really not being very nice to students (like treating students as if they have no emotions), but still expect others to be nice. And when people don't, I can't pity since that teacher didn't really do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just a bit sadist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6385064133803073186?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6385064133803073186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6385064133803073186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6385064133803073186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6385064133803073186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/02/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7115118314444951778</id><published>2009-02-11T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:07:37.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days .....</title><content type='html'>I was sick for the past week, and I'm not confident to say that I've recovered fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on last Monday, I got this slight headache, and cough and got myself excused from CCA to see the doctor. He gave me the normal medicine, and I really thought I was fine by the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Tuesday) when I woke up, I got this slight fever of 37.8, but I took some panadol and went to school as usual. However, by around 1pm, I can feel my body burning up, even the legs, and I went home after school to take panadol again. And by night time the fever reached 38.6, according to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was even worse, I couldn't even do my usual stuff, and would just sit down and stone at one area in the house for over 30 minutes. And My fever by night shot up to 40, so much that my father had to request a change of antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was when the fever started to subside to 37+, but still I was in slow-mo mood, and Friday the condition pretty much stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Monday, my body was like in a condition after a battle, you couldn't imagine how tired and weak I was on monday when I turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, its finally, very gradually getting better. What a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7115118314444951778?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7115118314444951778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7115118314444951778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7115118314444951778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7115118314444951778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-days.html' title='These days .....'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2622388314478110496</id><published>2009-01-29T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:54:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding-Dong Mood</title><content type='html'>Exactly the feeling Im feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Theory, life is not that bad. You got CNY, you got all the love you can get, you got your classmates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is always a reason why I feel so miserable getting up, because the first thing that I thought of is the work that needs to be done. Its just pressure working its inverse effects on me. Ironically enough, I was supposed to present an anecdote of how pressure may not be received positively by everyone, and I was worried and pressured by this little anecdote too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes no sense. 10 years down the road, and probably you'll just think that whatever that you've been through, the "troubles" and "miseries" are so insignificant and meaningless. I always convince myself to look at the big picture. Once you see through how little such things are, it actually makes more sense. All the little things that we are doing are supposedly just walking on the path of future. Without any idea of how what you're doing is relevant to the future, then convince yourself that its meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its back to some entertainment. Kelly Clarkson's "My Life Would Suck Without You"(bad title) is at #1, she's back to the alpha idol of American Idol Alumni again. And Mariah Carey recorded a 2009 version of "Hero", which pales in comparison to her 1993 version, but its 16 years guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2622388314478110496?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2622388314478110496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2622388314478110496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2622388314478110496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2622388314478110496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/ding-dong-mood.html' title='Ding-Dong Mood'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-259798214888235771</id><published>2009-01-24T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:28:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY is nearing...</title><content type='html'>Great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the momentum goinG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-259798214888235771?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/259798214888235771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=259798214888235771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/259798214888235771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/259798214888235771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-is-nearing.html' title='CNY is nearing...'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8088330150704198978</id><published>2009-01-20T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:03:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>Oh so onimous, starting a post with such a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as we want to deny it, the start of the year had not been as smooth as we wanted. Two weeks running,  two lives involved, as much as I thought I would not be affected, because they are not even near close to me, but it does not mean I'm ok with it. In fact, I bet only sadistic people can say they are perfectly fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd hit me just a bit. I knew him, talked to him before, and to think that this person that once existed, has the ability to do what most people do, and just gone is pure tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can only press on. I have many speculations, perhaps even theories, but I guess we should be sensitive. I shall not blog them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to anyone who is thinking about how their lives are screwed-up, think of circumstances such as this when life-and-death is involved, and you will find out how meaningless your worries are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8088330150704198978?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8088330150704198978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8088330150704198978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8088330150704198978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8088330150704198978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7011311963106707578</id><published>2009-01-18T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:27:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>This week is so NOT a very good week for me. The new people, the new personalities, the new teachers, new standards. It feels like sec 1 all over again, just that this time it excludes the PSLs, which for me is actually more fortunate lol. They definitely seem more like the all-mighty individuals than peer support leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our eng teacher sure loves the concept of push-ups, though I certainly don't. And I bet we'll definitely get down at least once over the next week. Attending her lessons is getting my heart beating much faster. I don't know whether its a good thing or not. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our maths teacher ..... lol he either nods his head or shake his head. He does it so frequently it can be his signature move. What about the sciences? Physics we got a teacher that was being bombed by my seniors, and perhaps ok bio teacher. Chemistry teacher was a senior teacher, and you can really see his passion. For someone like him to actually make me feel so interested in lessons is a blessing. (and he's in bayley! Woo-hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Geography teacher is also another passionate teacher, which liven things up a lot. I don't know about her lessons yet, but it looks promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO basically this week had been a bit bad(as in not a week I'm pleased with). But with CNY coming up, spirits will be lifted(not literally), and I'm really looking forward to the rest of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7011311963106707578?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7011311963106707578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7011311963106707578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7011311963106707578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7011311963106707578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8484249477956497325</id><published>2009-01-11T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:12:27.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS is really ....</title><content type='html'>a rather indescribable(sp?) feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sun tans, the skin peeling off after-effects, and muscle ache, at least 10 small mosquito bites and stuff, its actually not that bad... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I suck at most of the stuffs there lol, but looking back Im kinda glad I did all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height element: Totally suck, not even come close to finishing due to a burning backache, but oh at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitching Tents: Ok, I think I did a little better here, but then again, with all those rusty tent pegs(oh how I hate rusty stuff). And Btw the materials were rather torn and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking: Cooking is really quite ok for me, the food didn't come close to being good to home-cooked ones, and the last night's "vegetables soup" can simply be called "raw vegetables soaked in hot water". When Maggie Mee is like one of the best thing you taste out there, you know you are out of civilisation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land Expedition: This is one of the most tiring parts, when you got your heavy backpacks, with life vests and weighty ponchos clipping on with the water bottles, and sometimes you still need to carry tent bags which is totally draining. But I think I did ok on that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Expedition: Oh man. This is where the "fun part" comes in. When you are kayaking like at least 100 metres away from everyone else, and trailing behind, with the gap widening at all times. If anyone could have captujred this classic moment on TV, its really a tragicomedy put together.  And capsizing is gonna be REALLY fun (though our kayak didn't) through the whole desperate rescue thing. And in some sort of miracle we kayaked to the campsite safely, without getting drifted back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so overall anyone who got to OBS, be prepared to say bye to civilization for a few days. You may not like it while you're there but you're gonna appreciate it when you're back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8484249477956497325?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8484249477956497325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8484249477956497325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8484249477956497325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8484249477956497325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/obs-is-really.html' title='OBS is really ....'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-442486341152816178</id><published>2009-01-02T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:09:55.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>The first day of school is definitely all about integration: new classes, new people, new expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first impression of my class 3D unfortunately had just been mediocre at best, I think most of them are leaving in their own world, disconnected with the new people they meet, as odd as it may seems. Some of them even looked conniving. Luckily there are guys like Tian Pei who definitely one of the perhaps nicer people. And of course we have 2 co-form teachers, Mrs Albar and Mrs Phang, which I think will be quite good to go. And Mr Ang, Mrs D'Cruz and DC actually followed up to the sec 3 guys, and Tang Sheng and Bryan had to be with Mr Ang for 4 straight years, which kinda blown away what integration is all about. All I can say is that this new class needs to step up, and one good way is via OBS, and I really hope their inner demons came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the day started perhaps with the single worst unite cheer ever. But I don't really care too much. And when we got into the hall for principal's assembly, the deputy headmaster of course started with the whole all-rafflesian pep talk that we had heard for far too many times. The funny thing is about how he talked about how Raffles needs to get to the top, which is totally competitive and perhaps even ugly. I thought, chill out! Why do we have to win all the time? That's the thing about this school, it looks as if achievement is normal, but failing is not to be tolerated. Luckily the new principal's message is almost contradictory, "Stop competing, start excelling", which I totally respect. Her interesting use of props were enduring, and I actually agreed with LSH that this is the first time in years during assembly talks that we looked interested. I was almost inspired (no sarcasm). Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "The Amazing Race" planned for the first day of school is almost too horrible to endure, we practically sat for more than 1.5 hours doing nothing. So much for time management. I know I'm not in a position to comment since I did not even organize anything, but seriously, that's the best you've got? Really? Then next year how are you guys gonna go about with OC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, this is a messy day. But I think this year looks promising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-442486341152816178?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/442486341152816178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=442486341152816178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/442486341152816178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/442486341152816178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7254196598033808287</id><published>2008-12-31T06:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:44:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>Well, its the time again for new year resolutions/wishes! As screwed up as this blog can be in how I managed it, I told myself that I HAVE to got new year resolutions. Because if I don't do them, the entirety of next year is going to end up as bad as this blog- screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more wars, crisis. Please let peace come.&lt;br /&gt;2. Harmony and safety for those who I care about.&lt;br /&gt;3. SYF at least Gold (seriously, the pressure is on, please make this happen, if not it'll be a tragedy)&lt;br /&gt;4. Good classmates, as in, please no more aspergers and cats&lt;br /&gt;5. Academics (This should really rely on oneself actually)&lt;br /&gt;6. NAPFA plssss let me pass this year (I always said I don't care about failing, but I've been passing for 4 years, so a failure is really going to be demoralizing. You guys can get your golds and silvers, I just want a pass, is it too much to ask?)&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to be more happy, patient in the next year,&lt;br /&gt;8. Electone examination (as much as this will be less prioritized, if there is one, please let be pass too, since no one likes failures)&lt;br /&gt;9. Going overseas, not literally over a sea (like OBS), but overboard truly. Wanna see the world!&lt;br /&gt;10. I wanna go for more bowling(wow, there's actually something I like)&lt;br /&gt;11 More fantastic dramas and reality!&lt;br /&gt;12. Great movies and albums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make the next year a better one than 2008. 2008 sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7254196598033808287?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7254196598033808287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7254196598033808287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7254196598033808287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7254196598033808287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7687172989179894059</id><published>2008-12-22T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:52:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moment of Truth" VS "Survivor"</title><content type='html'>Basically, these two american reality TV shows are competing in the same time slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on, like there is a fight??? "Survivor" had been dominating ratings since 2001, from 52 million viewers, it just dropped to 13 million after 7 years, but is still dominating the time slot. It is kinda lame, with the marooning, and most people will get sick after watching 17 seasons, but then again, why people would actually choose "Moment" is quite horrible. The "moment" producer even commented that Survivor is eroding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK whos eroding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at "Moment". It premiered earlier this year with 23 million viewers, mostly because it premiered immediately after American Idol. It kinda centered around awkward situation. The highest winning you can get is 500,000 US dollars. Easy? Try it out yourself. The thing I am trying to establish is that no one wins after the competition. There will be real "hurt" feelings, far worse than the backstabbing in Survivor, since in another version one woman admitted hiring someone to kill her husband. Like anything will recover from that. And the ratings show, by the end of the 10th episode, it dipped down to 10 million. In its second season, without American Idol lead-in, it just dropped even further down until the end of the second season, they have only 6.2 million, half of Survivor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no competition. I will only wonder if they can even surpass "My Name is Earl" and "Ugly Betty" at the same time slot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7687172989179894059?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7687172989179894059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7687172989179894059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7687172989179894059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7687172989179894059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/12/moment-of-truth-vs-survivor.html' title='&quot;Moment of Truth&quot; VS &quot;Survivor&quot;'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8163612722048262918</id><published>2008-11-29T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:26:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks left</title><content type='html'>Half the holidays are over, and I know my class, its 3D! Well, one bad news is that I have to spend the next two years with a silly cat, and most of my classmates will know who Im refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side of things, the slacking holidays are actually a really fun experience to indulge in. As I said, I rather be bored to death, than work to death. Have been watching Survivor and The Amazing Race with a little drama here and there. Pretty uneventful. Watched Madagascar 2, and really ecstatic over its release. Now we have  just a couple more movies before we can tune into next year: Twilight, Bolt, and perhaps Chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, to be truthful, had not been a very smooth year for me. And Im determined to change it all next year. We all live in hope, that is why we make new year resolutions before the start of every year(though we always know a couple of months will destroy all the resolutions we set for ourselves). This is human irony, and some say self-deceiving. But you know, hope keeps us alive, and hope creates miracles. I believed that the word "miracle" is created simply because it does happens. Hope inspires everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow didn't know I'll write such stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8163612722048262918?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8163612722048262918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8163612722048262918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8163612722048262918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8163612722048262918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-weeks-left.html' title='4 weeks left'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5365440098368274006</id><published>2008-11-13T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:54:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring days</title><content type='html'>CO practices on holidays are okay, but somehow it feels rather weird since I suddenly lost touch on which day is which: I mean in normal school days, you will know the momentum and the drill, but on practices on holiday, there is just practice. I can't say its a bad idea, but its not the most thrilling feeling that's for sure. The feeling can't be described. Every day is like the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about this period of time is that 3 movies are up, and I guess the movies are not too bad: Madagascar 2, Quantum of Solace and Twilight. I definitely hope to watch them asap, as soon as RICO practices end this week. The thought just thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, this week is rather bizarre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5365440098368274006?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5365440098368274006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5365440098368274006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5365440098368274006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5365440098368274006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring-days.html' title='Boring days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5331482651103616465</id><published>2008-11-05T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:27:38.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a minor incident</title><content type='html'>There is a literal meaning and figurative meaning to asperger-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;The literal meaning is basically autism. The figurative one is somewhat different just like when you call someone a bitch, you don't really mean "you are such a female dog" right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone can't even see that. I felt sorry for that person. (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;Basically have a little quarel on facebook, literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5331482651103616465?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5331482651103616465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5331482651103616465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5331482651103616465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5331482651103616465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-minor-incident.html' title='Just a minor incident'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5754797977907990646</id><published>2008-10-29T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:35:49.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downward Spiral</title><content type='html'>This week is supposedly one of the slacky nice weeks, with my EOY papers getting back(I bet most of you are shocked since your schools ended like last friday :X?). But for some reason or so I really didn't feel anything for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - EOY definitely pulled me down, a lot, so much that the guaranteed 4.0 now depends on leniency of moderation.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Kinda gd marks, but no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Geography - I really did much worse than I thought, how can my essay score like 8? I thought I did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Eng - Happy with the essay but so disappointed by comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Good thing to maintain my standards.&lt;br /&gt;Science - Makes me really happy since I never expected to score high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to a rant:&lt;br /&gt;Im sure everyone will know this person in my class that I did not really like. And Im gonna rant about him right now. He is full of shit, the most hypocritical piece of waste of matter, and waste of space and resources in this planet. He is really a backstabbing little bitch, if there is such thing known as karma, I hope he can finally disappear out of my sight. Im so bad right now, but this is how I feel at this moment. Viewing him is an insult to my eyes, hearing him is an insult to my ears, and the list goes on. It is pure bad luck meeting him. I truely hope I will not be in the same class as him next year. I hope whatever he does will go down in flames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5754797977907990646?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5754797977907990646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5754797977907990646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5754797977907990646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5754797977907990646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/10/downward-spiral.html' title='Downward Spiral'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5186520793720107442</id><published>2008-10-20T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:42:44.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>So much to rant, yet so little to type.&lt;br /&gt;With internet censorship, I dun even think I have the guts to write out any frustrations openly on blog.&lt;br /&gt;I can only say I will voodoo-doll and wanna do physical damage to at least 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am all alone, not in the slightest sense of what to do. I don't have an RE group, all the classmates and CCA-mates claim to be in one, and now Im all lost.&lt;br /&gt;How did it turn out like this?&lt;br /&gt;Can someone give me advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5186520793720107442?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5186520793720107442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5186520793720107442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5186520793720107442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5186520793720107442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/10/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4873409028379692</id><published>2008-10-05T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:15:46.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>Heard of the movie title before? Oh this musical is the closest you can get to NC 16, without being NC 16 itself. But heh, what do you expect from a musical? Some great storylines or some big themes? No one is looking for any such themes in such musicals. We only look for nice voices, dramatized expressions and scripted comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not too bad though, the singing is awesome except for this James bond guy which is quoted from critics, sang like a "a water buffalo, donkey braying, and wounded racoon". The other actors, especially Meryl Steep, are simply great. This movie is about this girl who wanted to find her true father for her marriage walk. Her mother is a single mum. But then she stumbled upon her mum's diary that recorded her sexual experiences with 3 guys(!!!), so she invited all 3 possible fathers to her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for the singing by the way, its light-hearted and pleasant. Overall, this movie is "fun".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4873409028379692?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4873409028379692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4873409028379692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4873409028379692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4873409028379692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4122564570556712894</id><published>2008-09-14T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:13:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely wonderful</title><content type='html'>Well from this week all the way to week 7, I don't have to go for CCA anymore! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe i will miss it somehow, but I really need time for my EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Term 4 Week1, and everything had been going the way that I want it. It is absoloutely great! I got a Bronze award for my RE! (and now Im happy since Bronze is actually better than distinction!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you guys realise that there are many different types of people you see on the MRT? Sometimes these people are outrageous, some are weird in a gay way, and some of them are downright scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little boy in the MRT last Monday. He was holding this little pen in his hand, and then the train jerked and his pen fell off. He yelled "No!" so loudly it gained attention from many commuters. At that point Im pretty much rolling of eyes thinking, "What a baby and Drama King!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4122564570556712894?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4122564570556712894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4122564570556712894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4122564570556712894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4122564570556712894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/09/absolutely-wonderful.html' title='Absolutely wonderful'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3771442170861280324</id><published>2008-09-07T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:10:38.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>I have not updated in a week! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so....&lt;br /&gt;that must mean my life is REALLY very boring!&lt;br /&gt;And the holidays are gone, in a flash and very soon it will be back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully with this new attitude, I can continue on with strive.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of the year where people start screaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3771442170861280324?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3771442170861280324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3771442170861280324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3771442170861280324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3771442170861280324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-440039399110392173</id><published>2008-08-29T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:47:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Phew, term 3 is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, I actually agreed that Sept holidays are no holidays. I always thought this is just a whole load of crap and bull given by slackers. Well now I understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 1 week(1 week!!!!), I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maths Assignment&lt;br /&gt;- CLE Poster&lt;br /&gt;- Maths Performance Task&lt;br /&gt;- Science Performance Task&lt;br /&gt;- Geography Performance Task&lt;br /&gt;- MOV Challenge where I have to go back for at least 2 days&lt;br /&gt;- RE Semi-Final Presentation!!!&lt;br /&gt;- On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday have RICO practice from 9am-5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think we have 100 hours per day? Screw you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-440039399110392173?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/440039399110392173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=440039399110392173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/440039399110392173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/440039399110392173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-day.html' title='A Nice Day'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1551620932088473752</id><published>2008-08-26T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:17:31.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much</title><content type='html'>Well this is an emo post so shew if you are in a very happy mood cos it will bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are in a super high and can't calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Self-indulgent content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just can't seem to play &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;sports well, from badminton, basketball, rugby, softball, baseball, hockey, tennis, table-tennis, any sports! And im quite sad about it. Perhaps I used too much time in primary to focus on studies. I just can't find myself with any connection with sports. I can't throw, can't catch, as pathetic as that. I never hooked a basketball before (even though a 5 year old can hook it like 50 times), mostly because it rarely gets to me, and when it does, it is most likely a few secs thing. I can however find my way in music, I like instruments, and so far there had yet to be an instrument that turns me off(even the screwed recorder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take long to see my suckiness in sports. Just a 5 minute game will be much more than enough to see that Im a noob. And when I say noob is really a noob, as in not even ok, it is just plain suck with 0 score. And especially in any form of games, it is always strong VS noobies and needless to say the strong did not want to accept the noobs and noobs didn't want to accept noobs of the noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always some sort of thinking of why they can't accept a noob and play with a noob. I can't understand why there is such thinking present. This is precisely the reason why I can never improve and keeps getting worse from Primary 4 till now. And this isolation happened to me a lot of times, it happened before, it happened today and it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to vent my frustration. Those who did that to me can never expect to get into a project work with me. They can also accept no help from me in homework. I don't know if this is paying back, but at least for me it works. Im tired of this people who constantly try to align themselves with the stronger people in the respective subjects. So when it comes to Chinese, and some of this authority comes to me, I would rather pair up with someone weaker than some of these hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1551620932088473752?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1551620932088473752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1551620932088473752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1551620932088473752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1551620932088473752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much.html' title='So much'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1141288345862380888</id><published>2008-08-22T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:31:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great! Great!</title><content type='html'>This week could not have worked out better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely thrilled, that I survive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Philosohy test&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese Ying Yong Wen&lt;br /&gt;- Lit Essay&lt;br /&gt;- Geography CCT&lt;br /&gt;- Bio CCT&lt;br /&gt;- RE Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dreadful &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird &lt;/em&gt;play that I have to endure for 2 + hours. I won't say it is that bad, but it really isn't very good. It is not that I don't know how to appreciate literature and arts, I did like the stage setup, but the poor voice projection, horribly dramatized lightnings and sounds really put me off. I admit, I feel that it is not worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely ecstatic of how our RE presentation went out. We received some positive feedback, and I guessed this is the best review for any oral presentation that involves me. Partly because Mrs D'Cruz is not the one grading (she will more likely to be more strict). The planning of time is a bit screwed though cos I speak like 1 minute out of the total 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is about the MoV play. No one seems enthusiastic about the whole thing (cept for Shawn). And I think it is overall not a good idea, since some classmates simply did not step up because they assume that the "Hardworking" ppl will definitely want the marks and decide to leech on them. Poor attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, not too bad a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1141288345862380888?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1141288345862380888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1141288345862380888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1141288345862380888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1141288345862380888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-great.html' title='Great! Great!'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-935825978795493553</id><published>2008-08-19T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:33:42.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official</title><content type='html'>I am not going to be SL. But of course I can appreciate the 4 weeks of hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the time is not right for me to take on any leadership role(frankly my leadership skills suck haha). But I guess I will not try to be SL next year, because it will no longer be fun. I will try to get in EXCO next year, preferably something less than Chairman or Vice-Chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is one of the busiest weeks ever(I don't want to use toughest, since each week will be tougher than the other, and using it will make me feel like an idiot), but frankly, it is a really terrible week for us. If only I can go to a school where everyday the teacher will grade you, and there is no more percentage or less percentage, it will be so good. Of course the typical student will say it will be even more stressed, but I beg to differ. If there is an assessment everyday, then it will feel like there is no assessment. I don't see how forcing you to drain your brain for like 1 hour is going to benefit one in any way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-935825978795493553?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/935825978795493553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=935825978795493553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/935825978795493553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/935825978795493553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='Its official'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4731057110842937226</id><published>2008-08-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:43:22.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days</title><content type='html'>Do we have to do this anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4731057110842937226?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4731057110842937226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4731057110842937226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4731057110842937226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4731057110842937226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-days.html' title='Bad Days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7911108636247004860</id><published>2008-08-11T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:13:13.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>What is this for? Why must there be a file check coming on me?&lt;br /&gt;Why me out of so many ppl?&lt;br /&gt;How dare you put this on me?&lt;br /&gt;How dare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ****ing file check, when Im busy.&lt;br /&gt;I got a ****ing file check, when I can enjoy this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you make my life a miserable one.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be studying right now, then doing ****.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you put me in this position.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to cope with this?&lt;br /&gt; what about me, now see what you've got me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair!(Damn you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hard work and this is what I got?&lt;br /&gt;What, recognition?&lt;br /&gt;So many ppl out there that had been doing nth and I was chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance! Infuriating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7911108636247004860?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7911108636247004860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7911108636247004860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7911108636247004860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7911108636247004860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7832030851320008441</id><published>2008-07-29T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:20:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>Haha, a quote from the Joker in "The Dark Knight" as a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get frustrated or something, I thought of the quote, and kinda relax a bit. It reminded me the humour, it reminded me of how we often get messed up by things in life, when actually there is nothing to be so stressed up about. Why are we getting controlled and getting angry? There is not even anything valid to prove this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 days, it had been quite a ride. I tried out for SL, and I do not even know if it will pay off. But I treat this as a challenge. This is more than I bargained for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7832030851320008441?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7832030851320008441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7832030851320008441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7832030851320008441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7832030851320008441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-125027994719680260</id><published>2008-07-26T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:28:23.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting on track</title><content type='html'>It is really been a week for me. Ending off with something rather sad. For me, I feel that what I am doing is for naught. It really matters to me of what others perceive myself. Of course, you can talk about the cliche stuff about what matters is how you look at yourself. When I look at myself, I see someone that is fiery, one of those who are meant for bigger things, and a very easily provoked guy,(Read: Easily hurt person). But the surprising thing is that you leave me alone for 1 hour, everything gets back on track again. I feel that this ability of mine is really a blessing. I can't stand people who pretend that something is over, when they still bear a grudge. I never pretend its all right, but after a short while of 1 hour, its really all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched "The Dark Knight"! Oh man, that was one of the greatest films I have ever watched! It was so good that I thought the 3rd movie will never top this. It really exceed my expectations. But that visuals and the sounds can really frighten you. This film really makes use of really dark themes about human nature and you can really relate to these themes. Strongly recommended for all. You don't know nothing about 2008 in film if you had not watched this film yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week passed, and another one starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-125027994719680260?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/125027994719680260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=125027994719680260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/125027994719680260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/125027994719680260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-on-track.html' title='Getting on track'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1858743353090212812</id><published>2008-07-20T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:12:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Ok, the next 3 weeks are gonna be ugly. But who cares? Get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the "Dreaming Out Loud" album by OneRepublic! Ok, I have not bought an album in years, but then I see OneRepublic sold over 1.45 million since last November. That is quite a decent sale amount, but its definitely not good enough to back up their wonderness. In fact, I bet many of their fans like me who just want to listen to their music on imeem and youtube. I decided to buy one copy, to prove that I like their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my left ear is not getting well. It is still blocked. My hearing ability of my left ear is like 50% my left year. Im worried that I may be having some permanent damage in my left ear. That thought still scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna watch "The Dark Knight" sometime in these days. It seems that majority people think it is very good. I watched "Batman Begins" before and I have to say that was really a good execution of themes and storyline. So Im expecting high for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all to end my "one-week" holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1858743353090212812?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1858743353090212812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1858743353090212812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1858743353090212812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1858743353090212812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7975171555219255783</id><published>2008-07-18T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:39:31.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days</title><content type='html'>You knew it was coming. This is yet another one of the ranting posts that will bring you down if you're happy and further demoralize you when your sad.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, basically Im feeling so dejected. And if anything that's making me dejected, it will be my state in the class. My classmates, somehow, make me feel that they really very out of point. I don't think you will understand, but thats the words I can think of to descibe simply(Im not a vocab master if you need reminders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when people are sadistic. I mean if you're sadistic in your heart then at least don't show it. I hate it when people still try to make fun of you when you are depressed. An one very bad example is when one of my classmates completely broke down and the "wicked" people still continued taunting him. I mean, in primary school, when someone broke down, you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something worst is when two people who backstab each other(its not one way, its both ways) can still be friends on the appearance. They can still smile at each other's face and be "friends". Call that sucking up and "EQ", I give you that. But if you can take something so basic and simple like friendship to play with and make it so fake, I worry about the persona you are portraying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that formed in my class(current class definitely) are mostly fake. These "friends" only sabotage each other openly, and get their joy when seeing their friends suffering. Are these "friendships" worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remain optimistic though. I believe real or at least natural friendships still exist. I've seen them before and I just hope the people I'm around belongs to the minority(who would unfortunately most probably going on to big careers abeit their fakeness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7975171555219255783?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7975171555219255783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7975171555219255783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7975171555219255783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7975171555219255783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1333527472278981615</id><published>2008-07-15T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:49:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full week without school</title><content type='html'>Think that I am very fortunate? No Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway because of this "one-week holiday", lessons will extend to Term 4 Week 9. Think about it, you guys get out at Term 4 Week 7. So anyway, Im open to all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got an ear infection(thats bad). It makes you like 20% deaf in the left ear. Better get it cured asap. After this week are 3 straight weeks of no-discounts. And I assure you the next 3 weeks will not be very good. It will be full of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And didn't you guys notice I change the playlist very often? Thats because I don't like very old stuff. The two songs that are constantly in the list is "Better in Time" and "Stop and Stare". Well this is a real pleasure to have some good songs once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is supposed to be a break for me. I decided to watch some movies, but rejected the idea after watching the full bull**** list of movies. Hancock(so unreal), Hellboy(hate the look), Wanted is NC 16, Chi Bi is too China, and another movie is M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1333527472278981615?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1333527472278981615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1333527472278981615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1333527472278981615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1333527472278981615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/full-week-without-school.html' title='Full week without school'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2951780269103012722</id><published>2008-07-11T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:10:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week has past</title><content type='html'>The week had finally gone. And I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find a movie to watch but... somehow all the movies are screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the song "Just a Dream" by Carrie Underwood is so emo and dramatic. It talks about her husband who died in war before they can get married. It was so sad. But I really like this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2951780269103012722?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2951780269103012722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2951780269103012722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2951780269103012722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2951780269103012722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-has-past.html' title='The week has past'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-419997995021417040</id><published>2008-07-08T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:09:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im such a sucker</title><content type='html'>I can't believe as a keen learner in Geography, I can't even stand up or volunteer to answer a question voluntarily. I know Mrs Lim will not kill someone for a wrong answer. The only thing I feared is the humiliation I may receive from other classmates if I got a terrible answer. The only subject, to be honest, that Im certain I would be taking next yr is Geography. So much for my interest. Im such a sucker who loves his ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mrs Lim was commenting on our "tiredness" and "sianzness". And the terrible fact is that I actually only realized this when she mentioned it. And yes, our class did do a really bad job in lessons these days. Im one of those who did not like volunteering in class discussions. When it comes to Science, Nat, Tang Sheng, and Joseph Lee were the spotlight. When it comes to Lit, Seh Woon, Kelson, John, JJ and Shawn were always the ones. Im always the middle, who only volunteers when no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class spirit? Im not so sure. But I know Im trapped in my own world. When Im sad, Im trapped in my own world listening to emo music myself. When Im happy, it is because I got all entertainment from TV shows on the internet. Class outing seems like an instant "no" to me. And it is so sad that I have to avoid these classmates that have been with me for the past 1 and a half years and I can't really accept their behaviour. I mean, if they don't accept me, what can I do? If any of my classmates come across this blog, they will just label me as an emo freak who knows nuts, maybe even a drama king venting my frustrations like that. I know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda outcast when Im in Primary School(don't you guys deny it, the bad temper, sudden anger, nerd, bad in sports, must have put you guys off quite a bit), and in secondary school, I feel that I was despised by some of my classmates again(thinking Im some silly emo drama king).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may be a day I can finally fit in with 2P, but it will be really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-419997995021417040?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/419997995021417040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=419997995021417040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/419997995021417040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/419997995021417040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-such-sucker.html' title='Im such a sucker'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6577317615035749710</id><published>2008-07-01T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:42:59.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the year</title><content type='html'>"This is the time of the year when I have to scream!"&lt;br /&gt;-Quote from one of the teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and yes, this is THE time we want to scream. Term 3 is the most horrible term for me. Starting from Pri 1 to now, term 3 is not all flowers and roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new imeem playlist, with great music in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic - Stop and Stare, Apologize (which are really brilliant songs)&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love(Great Hit), Better in Time( Really emo and cool)&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls - When I Grow up(slutty and bitchy, quite random)&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - Time of My life(new single) and Always be my Baby(great interpretation that wowed everyone, it is originally from Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - Bye Bye (the 1st time you hear it, it may be boring, but it is so sweet and meaningful in the lyrics and melody)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6577317615035749710?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6577317615035749710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6577317615035749710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6577317615035749710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6577317615035749710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-of-year.html' title='Time of the year'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-266300156587214800</id><published>2008-06-28T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:57:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese songs</title><content type='html'>For the past 1.5 years I am so obssessed with English music (from Carrie Underwood to One Republic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day I chanced upon an Angela Zhang song in Youtube. The song was so breathtaking and really so great, the repetitive lyrics cannot make me stop from finishing hearing it. (One of the reasons why I turn to English songs is that Chinese songs often will repeat the whole thing again, and I became so bored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of that song were so meaningful, that I can't describe it. I almost hope I can type this blog post in chinese so that I can convey my feelings more clearly(though the time taken will be horrible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Europe or American music may be more contemporary, but when it comes to Chinese, I find out Chinese music stands out in conveying messages more than anything else. The lyrics, when translated to English songs, will totally be ridiculous, but that is where Chinese music is so unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go back for some Chinese music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-266300156587214800?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/266300156587214800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=266300156587214800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/266300156587214800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/266300156587214800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/06/chinese-songs.html' title='Chinese songs'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2590644063004838866</id><published>2008-06-24T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:51:45.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a Hiatus</title><content type='html'>After a hiatus of 2 months, it is time for a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All inspiration for writing had been gone for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am living such a bored life.&lt;br /&gt;Basically living in a shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, do you guys know this band called One Republic?&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a cool band.&lt;br /&gt;These guys sing very emo and contemporary songs about life, like "Apologize" which you will hear once you reach this blog. I liked "Stop and Stare" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not into great bashing of drums and vocals in Rock and Roll, so this type of band suits my taste. Emo pop. Of course emo rock is also quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why Im getting emo music as a music preference. But sure these music are so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2590644063004838866?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2590644063004838866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2590644063004838866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2590644063004838866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2590644063004838866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-hiatus.html' title='After a Hiatus'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5058463860127025009</id><published>2008-04-26T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:13:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Opposing Team</title><content type='html'>This is one of the days where classes will rotate to cheer and support our different sports teams for the nationals. And when it finally, Yes I Mean FINALLY, comes to our class turn to do so, I was definitely happy that I can support again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I went down to support the rugby team "B" Division for RI, and we are playing against ____. It was so dramatic, I cheered my ass out and we.... lost. I am so disappointed(of course NOT in the rugby boys), but how the hell ____ win. Theory came out that the referee was biased, but since Im very impartial, I dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the Tennis "C" division is playing the finals against ____, again. Somehow arch rivals are just.... you.... know.... ARCH RIVALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off well. The Kallang place for the finals was very good, so all 5 courts were used up for the competition. Then we started cheering. RI started this great cheer, and then _____ school interrupt, (talk about being gentlemen), and started to interrupt and cheer too. Then it became a Cheering competition.  For me, this totally reflects your bad image. Interrupting a school's cheer is quite a big deal to me, this means undermining the other's school support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all, this interruption of cheers came at EVERY time RI started a cheer. When they started one, we NEVER interrupt. Us cheering offend the _____ pupils, and they were so ready to show that they were BETTER by interrupting our cheers. It just shows how bad their attitudes were. And then leading this interruption of cheers was actually the head prefect for F***'s sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it is confirmed RI had won, for once they stop interrupting our victory cheer. But shortly after, they had a new cheer: something about "We are the Best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Oh, the humour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5058463860127025009?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5058463860127025009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5058463860127025009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5058463860127025009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5058463860127025009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/04/attitude-of-opposing-team.html' title='Attitude of Opposing Team'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4574064547727421519</id><published>2008-04-20T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:36:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A month later...</title><content type='html'>I thought this blog is dead. The momentum of this blog is so low, that I almost forget about this blog.  Life is so boring nowadays, there is nth to write about. BTW, don't take boring as very little things to do, I have tonnes of things to do, but they are all BORING, and not interesting. Being bored by many things is quite bad ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past month, things had been looking ok. Im now addicted to tv shows, and movies. And did I mentioned I quit 3rd language? Its not a particular nice thing to do, but I guessed I sucked at it, so I quit. For those who are saying "NO!!!", shaddup ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year resolutions were screwed up now, I just dun believe in new year resolutions. They are just so difficult to understand, isn't it? People make them but break all of them before half the year is up. I guess I will have to make do wif what I have now. Foool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4574064547727421519?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4574064547727421519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4574064547727421519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4574064547727421519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4574064547727421519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-later.html' title='A month later...'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7793070649595408296</id><published>2008-03-08T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:05:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Malaysian Montage</title><content type='html'>Its been fun and exciting(not the way I want it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days of Malaysia, its no picnic, no holiday after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels(if you wanna call it) or resorts, wif cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;screwed-up barbecue&lt;br /&gt;all hells broke loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7793070649595408296?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7793070649595408296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7793070649595408296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7793070649595408296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7793070649595408296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-malaysian-montage.html' title='End of Malaysian Montage'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5771706744025821198</id><published>2008-02-28T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:44:57.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A better day</title><content type='html'>One more day of living in the 2B classroom and I can get out of the trap of out-of-control egos and crazy ppl(see post below). So as it seems, there are more hall of shame, than hall of fame, which is quite expected. What "fame" can you really find here? I miss the 2P classroom so much, that when Im going back, Im gonna cherish it more. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention how much of a horror the history paper was? Of course it was not really "horror", but I just write and write and write and write, and my fingers are really gripped on to the pen and just worked on the piece of paper. 2 short essays in 40 mins? Not too cool for any student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy days of Term 1 is almost over. Im so looking forward to Malaysian Montage next week. Going on a learning journey for 5 days is definitely better than being in school for 5 days. This time, hahaha, Im gonna get back all for the next 3 terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hysterical music)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5771706744025821198?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5771706744025821198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5771706744025821198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5771706744025821198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5771706744025821198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/02/better-day.html' title='A better day'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6474862751703091743</id><published>2008-02-22T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:45:38.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall of Shame</title><content type='html'>Basically at the start of this week, we swop classrooms with 2B for two weeks, because as I mentioned, someone had injured his foot and will have difficulty getting to the 3rd floor. Obviously 2B is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;happy. But at least they could empathize with the situation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to make sure we are as unhappy as them. And they sort of succeeded, but I am not too much affected by it, because sometimes ppl do crazy things over trivial matters(like me). They have to taunt us every morning, coming and warn us not to mess with their classroom, or they will mess our classroom up. Ha... though our classroom is already messed up so whatever happens, it is a win-win situation, they will mind that we mess their classroom, but we won't mind if they mess our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes beyond that. On the ground floor, we really seemed unwelcome. Besides 2B, we are stuck between the classes of 2A and 2C. Basically 2A is composed of out-of-control egos and self-appraisal, while 2C was composed of crazy and mad ppl. And most of my classmates called it segregation, which means separating people into two groups, and prejudice against the minority. They said it is due to the fact that our class is a GE class, and I tend to agree. I was not in GE in primary school, but I know what others think of GE students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, these classes(mainly the pupils that treat us coldly) deserve mention. And I am officially putting them into the Hall of Shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6474862751703091743?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6474862751703091743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6474862751703091743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6474862751703091743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6474862751703091743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/02/hall-of-shame.html' title='Hall of Shame'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-9068787984075439973</id><published>2008-02-17T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:46:20.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I thought I can live this year very well.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will not screw up this year.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I am still optimistic about things.&lt;br /&gt;How stress can a person be if that person does not have 3rd lang?&lt;br /&gt;Dun persuade me to quit 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates of the week in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hall of Fame: Sherman kicks asses in Rugby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought? Look at the competition he is faced with: A waterpolo-er, A X-country guy, Yi Ming as well. In what seemed like an impossible competition, he beat out the "favourites" and did not even run very quickly. He swiftly plunged across, where the opponents were trying to tackle him, but to no avail. The goal landed and he scored a point. Some may say he did it due to luck, but in a competition like that, it teaches us not to underestimate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most "touching" moment: Shawn and Joseph Tan helping Seh Woon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when Sherman gets his Hall of Fame, in what seemed like a second later, Seh Woon was found lying on the Rugby field, having much pain in his ankle(or so I thought). Shawn and Joseph Tan had no experience in first aid, but they offered their help. Mind you, the next period is Oral Comn and they could've spent that time getting ideas. Risking the potential to screw up an assessment is not something anyone can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hall of Shame: Poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same week, this person came into the class and insulted some ppl(along with their parents) due to their misbehaviour. Well, you dun have to insult people incessantly rite? Just get over it, and tell them what you would like them to do. Give constructive feedback. Dun give negative feedback. But I doubt this person is gonna change. It is too poisonous. You get killed if you touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week of Drama. My job is a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-9068787984075439973?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/9068787984075439973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=9068787984075439973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/9068787984075439973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/9068787984075439973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5350169390737569219</id><published>2008-02-13T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:31:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days</title><content type='html'>Not exactly the days I want to look forward to. I lost my pencil case which contains many important stuff, and I nv realised it was so important. I dun even have any explanations on how I lost it. I guessed some magic just took it away. And I was really sad over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today some evil slackers were so slacked, I wished I would have just expelled that person. Basically we are doing some research in th library, and Im like, "lets go find information on books" and this slacker came and said many BullS**t about how it is irrelavent and how it wastes time while he was just sitting there practically wasting the oxygen that much more living things need to survive while doing nothing. And Im like, "hey pls go and help me find", and he just said "go and find yourself lah" and had that smirk on his face. At that time I wish the floor will collapse and he will be buried and out of my sight forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway Im a bit flustered by this whole event of things, when I arrived at CCA with my friends , the RJC people are using intruments, so I was like waiting for my SL to come and receive instructions. Then this vice chairman or Assistant chairman came and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you're doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;(No reply)&lt;br /&gt;"What you're doing here, instead of practising?"&lt;br /&gt;(I was very flustered that I dun wanna explain"&lt;br /&gt;"What you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5350169390737569219?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5350169390737569219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5350169390737569219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5350169390737569219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5350169390737569219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-days.html' title='Bad Days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7910371922128465859</id><published>2008-01-30T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:20:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>That took so long to fulfill - the 100th post. But I'm not updating for the sake of updating. Basically, I am just going naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna rant about how things went this week. But one thing struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, basically yesterday we had assembly and the whole thing lasted till 2pm, when we are supposed to be off @ 1.30pm. I had 3rd lang in the afternoon @ 2.30pm and you can see how bad it is on ppl. By not allowing ppl to be punctual and have their desired lunch. Using simple logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole is all about simple logic and so are all other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the speaker came up and wanted to show a video to us, the page was not responding and the computer just shut down automatically, and the whole school had a one hell of a laugh. Then being the ever nature of the school, some teacher had to come up and discipline us about respecting ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to why we should not laugh. Laughing is one natural reaction, being restrained to laugh actually was something against nature. I am very sure the speaker will know we laugh at the blunder, not at him. Even if we are laughing at him, he made a mistake and just accept that! We are not putting him down. We are just responding naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will read this and call me a coward who does not know how to stand up and speak for myself. But the truth is, you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder maybe this school is not too cool. Looking back at the reasons I joined:&lt;br /&gt;1) It is on paper the best in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hwa Chong rejected me before(during DSA) and I could not live with that.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ppl can look up to you.&lt;br /&gt;4) The only expected choice&lt;br /&gt;5) Nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shallow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7910371922128465859?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7910371922128465859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7910371922128465859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7910371922128465859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7910371922128465859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/01/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4082476360472376317</id><published>2008-01-20T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:54:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Week 3</title><content type='html'>Ok, basically I updated this blog so that memories dun die when I wanna update my own biography. So anyone, any secret soul actually patronizes this blog? Im sorry if I delayed you but it is sooo tiring to update a blog and keep it alive. But so far, my life had been quite well, not VERY well, but okok lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I here is a summary of the  list of teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - Mrs D'Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Mr Ang&lt;br /&gt;HMT - Miss Lim&lt;br /&gt;Geography - Mrs Lim&lt;br /&gt;History - Mr Shahrom&lt;br /&gt;Science - Mr Kelvin Tan&lt;br /&gt;Art - Mr Tan.C.S&lt;br /&gt;PE - Mr D.C (who does not wanna reveal his name?)&lt;br /&gt;And PHILOSOPHY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drums roll pls!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MR Ayodele-Oja!&lt;br /&gt;Wow! he is the man of the world. He is such a humourous person. Ok, spare the pronounciation of language. He's quite bad about it, but he is really an inspiration. And didn't I forget the Oral Comn teacher Mr. Chris Mooney Singh! Woah he is a dramatic guy, and I mean DRAMATIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Menu-Bar is the highlight of the week though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4082476360472376317?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4082476360472376317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4082476360472376317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4082476360472376317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4082476360472376317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-week-3.html' title='End of Week 3'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4742233461590215050</id><published>2008-01-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:52:22.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too bad</title><content type='html'>Hey school's just started and it is NOT too bad after all. Of course it does seem like a holiday really brings in life to the pupils. I almost forgot how pleasant ppl can be at the start of the yr, and how bad they can be by the end of the year. Homework, projects commitments, stuff like that... Even those "bad" pupils are so much well behaved, and Im just ready to go for the yr. I dun know how much I have left, but definitely more than 95% in this.(For your info by Term 4, I have 15% left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim is finally back to teach us, which is kinda ok, becos Im tired of changing teachers, but of course thanks to Miss Loo for teaching contour lines and Miss Tan for teaching mugger stuff. Overall so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was of course ok. But I hate being compared to, when Im trying my best to focus on the lesson, so enough of comparing, get over it, grow up. I dun really like to hear being said, you are in WS 2 while the other classes are in WS4, I mean obviously, sometimes it increses competition, sometimes it drops morale, when it does the latter there is not a gd effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was quite fun, cept for the 1st lesson, where we have to do "physical conditioning" because the rain drops down and we cannot have rugby. And when we really have rugby, it is like a "touch-the-person-holding-the-ball" game and "rolling the ball backward between the legs" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was definitely a "bamboozle". After losing Mrs Selvan, we gained Mrs D'Cruz and have a dreaded oral assessment which ppl must do impromtu. For the last few people, the story, no matter the topic, is about someone falling into an unknown place and killing a dragon. And of course we have the "Fairytales &amp;amp; Natalie" thingy which turned ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is week 2, pretty ugly week, but so far so drama. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4742233461590215050?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4742233461590215050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4742233461590215050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4742233461590215050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4742233461590215050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-too-bad.html' title='Not too bad'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6878211578166975849</id><published>2008-01-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:36:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Today is one heck of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the same position, same day like last year, and was AGAIN desperately searching for my classroom. FYI, this is the class allocation last year:&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s in Junior Block, Sec 2s, 3s, and 4s in Raja block&lt;br /&gt;Last year I searched the whole Raja block(7 floors) and then found out that my class is in Junior block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am confident I will find my classroom. Then I climbed the 7 storeys and .....&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS IS NOT THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is at SENIOR block, which is the last building I would want my class to be. The building is old, the windows are old, the classroom is dirty. As Shawn sums it up, "it looks like shyt!". and it is an understatement. Then we have the HM assembly which is weird, and of course boring. And we were left there with a relief teacher, wid no idea who our form teacher is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a session of 1st aid demonstration by the red cross, which is again boring. The day is no drama, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is interclass basketball. Okay, its not really interclass cos only around 6 people from each class participates. Needless to say, our class get OWNED, OWNED, OWNED, and still Got Owned. And we are watching the matches in this place with quite a lot of raindrops dripping down. Then it is quite fun to actually sit in a rain and watch a match. But then the rain got too big and the matches had to be suspended. Okay, so much for having something to look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a big day. But not a too eventful day. No bad drama, so at least this looks like a 1st day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6878211578166975849?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6878211578166975849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6878211578166975849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6878211578166975849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6878211578166975849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5742852604399641107</id><published>2007-12-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:29:26.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of the yr</title><content type='html'>This is one heck of a yr. But I'll move on. In less than 30 hours, a new school day starts and this time it is 2008. But it is also 185th anniversary for my school, so it will be an even more eventful yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i set some goals to get me further in the yr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wishes are always the same:&lt;br /&gt;1.Peace&lt;br /&gt;2.Family&lt;br /&gt;3.Studies&lt;br /&gt;Not that I dun nid friends, becos friends r always important and always in the middle of the wishes. So it is not stated but, it is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals are more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should not let emotions control me. This is sometime that I lose my temper on some of my classmates, but it seems they dun give a heck, but I know it will be more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my French is better and I will not quit the language.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping organ lessons are more fun.&lt;br /&gt;More fantastic movies.&lt;br /&gt;More adventure(that I like of course)&lt;br /&gt;More drama(that I like, cos unnecessary drama is a waste of time)&lt;br /&gt;Less playing games from my father.&lt;br /&gt;New Survivor season.&lt;br /&gt;More nice ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Less hateful things.&lt;br /&gt;More albums.&lt;br /&gt;More of myself that I did not see.&lt;br /&gt;A safe yr.&lt;br /&gt;A better yr.&lt;br /&gt;A better me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5742852604399641107?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5742852604399641107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5742852604399641107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5742852604399641107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5742852604399641107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-post-of-yr.html' title='Last post of the yr'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7290860680412800807</id><published>2007-12-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:35:54.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>should I play maple now, just for the heck of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7290860680412800807?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7290860680412800807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7290860680412800807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7290860680412800807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7290860680412800807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7457265574151739640</id><published>2007-12-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:06:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more slacking days</title><content type='html'>From playing games, to watching Survivor, to diarrhoea, to trips away from home, to Springs of Life, to whatever, this holiday was not one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im not gonna complain cos this is what I wanted all things to end wif. On these last days, some days after Christmas to a new year, I am totally not preparing for the next yr. But since this next year is such a "thrilling" and busy, I dun have to make it even more trouble some by giving myself even more things to do, and mugging hard. All these, to me, is not going to be helpful to "recover" the bustle of this whole yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my best preparation is to get along and do typically the stuff most ppl do: Relax. I guess this is indeed the best way to integrate into the next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the past yr. Its been exhausting but its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7457265574151739640?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7457265574151739640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7457265574151739640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7457265574151739640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7457265574151739640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-more-slacking-days.html' title='No more slacking days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6109922154326782119</id><published>2007-12-24T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:08:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack VS Interesting</title><content type='html'>The pros and cons of slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros: Gives you energy&lt;br /&gt;           Easy and Relaxing Life&lt;br /&gt;Cons: No drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is opening real quick, and I just want to slack. Next year is not one heck of a year that I want to start with. And I do realise ppl wished a lot of things during the start of the yr. But in the end things got screwed up very quickly somewhere in the middle of the yr, whether you like it or not, is very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get this whole thing done. Move on. Get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6109922154326782119?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6109922154326782119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6109922154326782119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6109922154326782119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6109922154326782119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/12/slack-vs-interesting.html' title='Slack VS Interesting'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5294322050996715395</id><published>2007-12-21T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:52:50.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>I think Im getting Paranoia, which according to my definition, something that's going bonkers, delusionised and sadly, something in my mind that is disintegrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a bit weird? Basically it means Im getting anxious for no apparent reason. And that is scaring me. Maybe I've been watching Survivor, too much, which coincidentally ENDS TONIGHT. School is about to come. I dun seem too excited. I guess because the paranoia is back as soon as I went back. Something is just telling me I DUN wan to be at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, and this blog is becoming dead. Luckily, Im back and its a gd news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5294322050996715395?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5294322050996715395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5294322050996715395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5294322050996715395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5294322050996715395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/12/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5019958701976965146</id><published>2007-11-27T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:28:14.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nono</title><content type='html'>Guess what! I wrote the last post two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wanted to do up a super series of 7 posts of my 7 days in CHINA, cos I felt its quite ok. BUT THEN, I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;SO I'll do a super short summary, cos things sucks in the journey, and writing too much sucky things in detail  makes ur brain suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - Lousy food. Not a big problem actually, but we came up a theory that our tour guide wanted to earn money and thus order the cheap and lousy food for us.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Lousy toilet. Other than hotels and high-class restaurants, there are no more decent toilets.&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Diarrhoea after im back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but NOT the least(but instead the most!), the suckish tour guide, corrupted, manipulative, stupid(for thinking we are stupid), proud, big mouth, bad-tempered, greedy ++ Negative things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some goods from the journey:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number 1 on the list is a GAY couple on our tour group. Thats so shocking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Old, stubborn Ah-Mah on the bus couch, that is so terribly weak, but still goes on the journey. She did not have the energy to walk, but definitely had the energy to nag and complain. Gd thing is that she vomited on the bus that's driving us! hahahaa(a bit sadis hur)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drama!!! Conflict betweeen the tour guide and a member of the tour group. The member said that he was too tired to walk and wanna rest. Then the tour guide got infuriated, and they started drama-ing and argue!&lt;br /&gt;4. PANDAS! Yup, after so many sucky mountains rivers valleys and water, FINALLY something to look upon to wow at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5019958701976965146?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5019958701976965146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5019958701976965146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5019958701976965146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5019958701976965146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/nono.html' title='Nono'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8719861046357501355</id><published>2007-11-13T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:39:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOYO</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. The time now is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im now at Changi Airport! Im going to board in 2 hrs time!&lt;br /&gt;Im travelling to CHINA~!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't me around for a week, so dun cry in the middle of night for me..... lol jkjk&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8719861046357501355?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8719861046357501355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8719861046357501355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8719861046357501355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8719861046357501355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/yoyo.html' title='YOYO'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-6637785319710078543</id><published>2007-11-07T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:10:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limiting no. of post</title><content type='html'>So, heres another quiz from Rachel. Normally I dun do such stuff, but its truly boring these holidays. But Im not gonna rant cos its much better than the drainage of hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 5 presents that you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1) Unlimited amt($) for credit card&lt;br /&gt;2) New personal Un-laggy Laptop&lt;br /&gt;3) Go to France!&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy all VCDs for missed episodes of television series&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch David Copperfield perform LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person who tagged me is : Rachel aka Ra Cha Cha&lt;br /&gt;5 impressions:&lt;br /&gt;- Messy&lt;br /&gt;- Violent(a bit hur)&lt;br /&gt;- Mixed up( I mean bonded?)&lt;br /&gt;- Good&lt;br /&gt;- Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable thing she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno leh? Tagged me to do quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable words she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Quite hard leh. maybe its "Hello" =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover, you'll:&lt;br /&gt;immediately book an instant flight to Antarctica and nv come back again. (Not that Rachel is bad, but you know.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your lover, she will have to improve on:&lt;br /&gt;Being meaner, cos Im too up against her, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes my enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Try to sort things out, cos enemies are nv the best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, the reason is:&lt;br /&gt;I pissed her off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people I'll pass the quiz on, and being tagged to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sam&lt;br /&gt;2) Joseph(Lim)&lt;br /&gt;3) Rachel(heeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;4) Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;5) Livia&lt;br /&gt;6) Jinhu&lt;br /&gt;7) Bryan&lt;br /&gt;8) Shi Jie&lt;br /&gt;9) Kai Ying&lt;br /&gt;10) Winter(Wanxin)&lt;br /&gt;(its not compulsory, cos I name these people to do the next part of the quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Who is no.7 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Thats a tough one, I think he does not, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Who is no. 9 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;A: She's having relationship with... tsktsk... a certain person, who might be JH(though I nid confirmation), so dun hand me lawyer letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: If no. 9 and no. 10 are together, will it be a gd thing?&lt;br /&gt;A: Of course not! Ok, im not stereotyping against homosexuality, but this is definitely nt a gd thing for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: What bout no. 1 and no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;A: They dunno each other, but it may just work out well... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: What is no. 3 studying?&lt;br /&gt;A: She's studying entertainment, gossip, and craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: When was the last time you chatted wif no. 6?&lt;br /&gt;A: 2 weeks ago bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Does no. 4 work?&lt;br /&gt;A: Needless to say, she's a workhorse thats no.1 in hardworking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8: Does no. 8  has cousins in his/her own school?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: Will you woo no. 8?&lt;br /&gt;A: How can I EVER EVER woo a guy! You're out of ur mind ah? (Somemore, Shi Jie is attached to his gay partner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10: How bout no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;A: No lah, dun you have any better qns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11: Does no. 2 had any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12: How did you get to know no. 3 and no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;A: Through SPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13: Where does no. 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bishan, so gd hor, dun nid to wake up early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14: How did you get to know no. 2?&lt;br /&gt;A: Through Raffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15: Is no. 5 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;A: Erm, I really can't answer that, cos to me she's not(Carrie Underwood is), but to others, maybe...hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-6637785319710078543?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/6637785319710078543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=6637785319710078543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6637785319710078543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/6637785319710078543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/limiting-no-of-post.html' title='Limiting no. of post'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3089154265134944119</id><published>2007-11-06T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:33:18.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sorting hat says that I belong in Slytherinr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;td width="9%" bgcolor="#FBF5D8" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.personalitylab.org/images/slytherin.jpg" width="100" height="120" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;Said Slytherin, &amp;quot;We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power. Important members include Draco Malfoy (Harry's nemesis), Professor Severus Snape (head of Slytherin), and Lord Voldemort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;td width="9%" bgcolor="#FBF5D8" class="Normal"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="75%" class="Normal"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;td width="75%" class="Normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the most scientific &lt;a href="http://www.personalitylab.org/"&gt;Harry Potter Quiz&lt;/a&gt; ever created.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.personalitylab.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Get Sorted Now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8806239556451491320-3089154265134944119?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3089154265134944119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3089154265134944119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3089154265134944119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3089154265134944119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorting-hat-says-that-i-belong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2793079693470566807</id><published>2007-11-04T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:07:20.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's quiz</title><content type='html'>Quite sorry, that I lag when doing quizzes. So there Rachel, since you ask me to do, and you tagged, then I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name a friend whose name start with an "S"&lt;br /&gt;A: Shi Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 4th person on missed calls&lt;br /&gt;A: Deepakrishnan(but I dunno why he call me for, maybe wrong no.?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;A: Joseph(Class Treasurer).... "Pls bring $17 for photocopy fees tmr" =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;A: Think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the next concert you are going to?&lt;br /&gt;A: "Spring of Life" Remember? Still selling tickets, so if you wan call me pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whos the coolest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;A: My dad, cos he's so amused in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What words do you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A: "erm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A: Roti prata! sure...sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the last thing you said to someone and who was it?&lt;br /&gt;A: I told my mum that BAYLEY WON HOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;A: Erm Duh! Like who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you seen the movie, Donniedarko?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh I remember .........Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever been hunting?&lt;br /&gt;A: Maybe playing "Treasure Hunt" in com games lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;A: Whoever thought of that now must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you said "I love you" and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope, not ever. Im not an American, Im an Asian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: I should be doing this quiz, since you asked me to do and Im now free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have Nickname?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, KCDC will be one, but dun use that on me pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you believe in love at 1st sight?&lt;br /&gt;A: Absolutely not. Must be some frantic korean or taiwan drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the youngest one in the family?&lt;br /&gt;A: Me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is drug free the way to be?&lt;br /&gt;A: What the hella are you toking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you clean up nice?&lt;br /&gt;A: Since ppl said no, then its no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last time used a skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;A: I nv even used it, so dun talk bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where was the last place you've slept besides ur house?&lt;br /&gt;A: MRT(I felt so drained lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever run out of gas on the road?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wow... sure. Don't you know its illegal for ppl under 18 to drive in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Best movie you've seen in last two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Day After Tomorrow, cos my teacher let us see during Eng lessons. In movies, I dun even watch once per 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who do you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;A: Erm.. Depends, trustable ppl are trustable so there is no need to say trust the most or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that ppl who come up with brain dead quizzes are crying for some help in a twisted way?&lt;br /&gt;A: I dunno for others. But the person that comes up with THIS QUIZ must be crying for help cos you even wrote this question out, so no hope liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;1) person you saw: Sister&lt;br /&gt;2) talked to the phone: Amah, my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;3) hugged: dun remember, when did I even do that?&lt;br /&gt;4) person you texted: Matthew or Yi Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1) Date: 4/11/2007&lt;br /&gt;2) Plans: How to make the most out of this hols to mend my tired soul&lt;br /&gt;3) Dislikes bout tomorrow: There's RICO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;1) Missing someone: I've missed 1P, though its gd thing cos ppl wont infuriate me. JKJK&lt;br /&gt;2) Mood: Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE or FALSE&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a morning person: Sure! I woke up in the morning, depending, I can wake up as early as 5am or to as late as 11am. (sarcastic tone)&lt;br /&gt;2) Im a perfectionist: No, life is nv fair. so why should I be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;3) Im an only child: No I have a sis.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am currently in my pyjamas: Nope, Ive thrown away my last pyjamas 5 yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;5) I am only 24/7 : Redundant. Even Mr Yan Dao dun!&lt;br /&gt;6) I am very shy on opposite gender: Nope, theres nth to be shy of, we're all humans.&lt;br /&gt;7) I can be paranoid: Sure, Im emo most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;8) I currently regret something I've done: Like who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;9) I have a lot to learn: Yes, so do George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;10) I have a secret: Nope, I have tons of secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END- Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Im supposed to choose 5 ppl to do, but dun even noe if 5 ppl comes to my blog, so Im not choosing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2793079693470566807?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2793079693470566807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2793079693470566807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2793079693470566807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2793079693470566807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/rachels-quiz.html' title='Rachel&apos;s quiz'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4850938164867182286</id><published>2007-11-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:39:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>Wow. I've been waiting for this day to come since like 200 days ago? It is a moment that I've looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah. The day had finally came, and one yr of schooling in RI has come to an end. It is surprising the impact this school had on me. Countless times we've been reminded of past glories. Personally, I think I did almost the best that I could possibly be for the yr. About 300 days ago, I've yet to know a single soul in the entire school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in December 2006, my name was sent to this school that I've selected. At that point of time, I was like thinking, there was no other place to go. This decision was made on glory, and not out of love for the school. Then, at the end of December, a certain computer in RI randomly selected names to be put into each class. My name was sorted out, whether by luck, fate, or some say misfortune, into the class 1P, together with 29 other students that I've yet to see in my 1st 12 yrs of life. That was then the whole thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, my class had been casted upon for many things. Most things are bad, maybe a one or two is a gd thing. But my class, had something that I really sorted out, and impressed with. And no dude, Im not talking about, class spirit, being hardworking, having some Naggaro or something like that, but they resisted to authority, more or less. They were not blindsided in any way that they do, and we share the same opinions about the unfairness that we were treated to, while some other classes were so blindsided. I do have some grudges against the class, but coming to think about it, when we're on it, I dun think there was a better class in the school, and I appreciated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no this is not emo post. Instead this is so amazing and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;May I hope that 2P'08 will be a better class! Keep rocking all the crap out the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4850938164867182286?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4850938164867182286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4850938164867182286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4850938164867182286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4850938164867182286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4238843823373449593</id><published>2007-11-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:13:45.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 2 days</title><content type='html'>This had indeed come a yr. Surprising....&lt;br /&gt;My project's gonna be screwed judging by the lack of effort. But if we somehow make it through, it can prove to be a gd thing. But somehow just why are we doing this when its supposed to be holiday? Ok, Im not gonna bitch, cos bitching is for bitches. =D&lt;br /&gt;So now, I love it that the hols are coming. I just hope that everything goes out fine tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4238843823373449593?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4238843823373449593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4238843823373449593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4238843823373449593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4238843823373449593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-2-days.html' title='Final 2 days'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7232527914040830578</id><published>2007-10-31T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:16:34.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school(Wednesday)</title><content type='html'>My blog is more lively when Im happy and not emo, isn't it? =D&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes EMO-ing is not bad at all, cos it makes you think of why things are being done, and the whole purpose and consequence of each action, so ur not blindsided by the way of life. This month may mark one of the months where I wrote the most, cos when Im emo, every post is about bloodilly pissed off and lame thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today, where there is no school and more fun. Hahax, watch many youtube vids today and having fun at home. I noe its quite boring, but at least its not draining. For a short while. Not for long though. My sis is having "O" levels today, so I wish her luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my group really as efficient as I thought? I've spent so much having to find gd group members. Now we haven't even got anything, not even brainstorming together, and we need to get the proposal done by Friday! The group members have not called me yet. Guess I would have to make the 1st step then. We must get to thinkquest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7232527914040830578?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7232527914040830578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7232527914040830578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7232527914040830578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7232527914040830578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-week-of-schoolwednesday.html' title='Last week of school(Wednesday)'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4552664628900304883</id><published>2007-10-31T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:57:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor China Ep 6 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is out of the final 12! Which sucks hell lot, cos he was one of the strongest strategists in the game. Anyway,  the Fei Long ppl was bloody pissed off when they know bout Aaron is out. Ooh, and they won reward, and kidnapped James, leaving ZH with only 3 members. Their reward is refreshements and bathing in a teahouse, where James had little trouble getting girls to admire him, while putting a free show of nakedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zhan Hu ppl realised that their plan's not gonna work with Sherea and Frosti ignoring them, and decided they had to win immunity. Meanwhile, James give Todd a clue and Todd found the hidden immunity idol! But almost the whole tribe knows bout it. James is now safe and can find the idol at the Zhan Hu tribe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS FOOD CHALLENGE!&lt;br /&gt;Round 1- 10 chicken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Frosti VS Peih Gee&lt;br /&gt;Fei Long scores 1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2 - 3 eels&lt;br /&gt;Courtney VS Jaime&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Hu scores 1-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3 - 3 baby turtles&lt;br /&gt;Amanda VS Erik&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Hu leads 2-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 4 - 2 unknown chicken egg feathers&lt;br /&gt;Denise VS James&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Hu leads 3-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 5 - 1000 year old egg&lt;br /&gt;Frosti VS Erik&lt;br /&gt;Zhan Hu wins 4-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribal Council&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st vote - J.Robert&lt;br /&gt;2nd vote - J. Robert&lt;br /&gt;3rd vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;4th vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;5th vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;6th vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;7th vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;Sherea = 6th person voted out survivor China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an embarrassment! PPl like Courtney in the Final 10!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4552664628900304883?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4552664628900304883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4552664628900304883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4552664628900304883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4552664628900304883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/survivor-china-ep-6-recap.html' title='Survivor China Ep 6 Recap'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5149884953783076781</id><published>2007-10-30T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:46:31.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school(Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>Well today its a gd day. I think one of the happiest days in the whole yr. Dun ask me why, cos ppl's mood do change. And cos its the last week maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - Mrs Selvan did not come for class today, as she was "Too Busy". So ended up we have a very very very slacking class. Ppl play chess, games, cards, and I joined.&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Mr Ang chose to let us watch "I, Robot". And this marks the 5th movie in two days. I dun really like the storyline, but considering the effort into the animations and constant drama(Love it!), it was just exciting, pls laying down on the carpet, half-sleeping and half watching the movie going on, what an experience! Mrs Selvan had to come in the middle and said she's gonna let us watch "Day after tomorrow" during recess.&lt;br /&gt;Recess - Seems like she was soooo busy, but she made the effort to come in the last10 minutes, but our fate denies us to watch the movie as something wrong with the com and projector. "Your projector had gone to the dogs!" complained Mrs Selven. Lolx, why not gone to the cats?&lt;br /&gt;CLE - Mrs Lim rounded off the whole course of CLE, and we played this, game?&lt;br /&gt;History - History had been the first lesson I've ever had in RI. Now, it had the honour to be the last lesson of the yr, rounding up the whole course of the yr. It was yet another slack lesson.&lt;br /&gt;House meeting - The Bayley captain was so over the top today! But the meeting took such a long time, Its sooo boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5149884953783076781?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5149884953783076781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5149884953783076781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5149884953783076781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5149884953783076781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-week-of-schooltuesday.html' title='Last week of school(Tuesday)'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7411246297011875667</id><published>2007-10-29T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:49:11.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school(Monday)</title><content type='html'>4 more days to end of school, Okay I noe many of ya had oredi stopped school hella long time ago, so stop saying anything, but these days r slacking days, so it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - Mr Pang did not return for revision, so we end of the whole yr of science with the last part of the movie "Bruce Almighty"!&lt;br /&gt;Geography - Again, its the closure for Geography. Mrs Lim showed us a Hollywood movie "Volcano". Hate the sound effects, hate the factual errors, hate the shouting, LOVE the constant dramatization!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - LSH did not come, so a new tcher came and showed us Jay Chou's "Secret". The coversations are lame, the actions are lame, but somehow we loved the movie, maybe cos its Jay Chou movie.&lt;br /&gt;English - We watched "The Day After tomorrow"(!!! 4 movies in a row?!) , watched it twice liaoo, but the drama effects are still vivid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS ROOM SPRING CLEAN!&lt;br /&gt;I think we did a hella gd job, too bad, we won't be appreciating for long as 1P'08 will be using it. Discovered a tank with dead beetles in a messy cupboard. Lolx... We had fun though, and for once I actually felt that I was totally IN it to do a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA is the lousy way to close the occasionally gd monday, as we self-practice all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back for more updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sherea is OUT of survivor China. So sad! No more big mouth, lousy pronounciation and arguments now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7411246297011875667?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7411246297011875667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7411246297011875667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7411246297011875667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7411246297011875667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-week-of-schoolmonday.html' title='Last week of school(Monday)'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-3573946136112342979</id><published>2007-10-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:27:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jerrymaster Way</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I began to wonder. How come I am here in this world? Not that this place is a bad place, but I felt like I am in an illusion of some sort. I mean, I am here with a brain to think, all the people I have met. Are they just illusions of mine that caters to me? I had a feeling that all these are planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all experiences are well. Like being a blogger noob, I know little or no ppl came to my blog at all. My blog is meant to share my feelings of the way of life, and questioning authority and why this works like this. I guess at my age, the thoughts just very apparent. I dun want a blogger counter to count the ppl coming to my blog, lest I die of disappointment cos no one comes after 1000 yrs. I am oso not despo in the visitors to come to my blog. The little irony is that, I would get some ppl to tag when no one tags for 20 days or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "jerrymaster" came in a way that I'll never forget. At the first time I played a game, I nid to create an account. I thought for a very long while, and decided to put jerry. But Jerry was such a used word, it was immediately rejected. Then I put, jerrying, it was accepted. As time goes by, I put it as "jerrymaster" and it becomes my used name right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Raffles for 37 weeks. Those times I felt really emo, unfair and unjustified. Then I found out the reason. And Im gonna keep to the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-3573946136112342979?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/3573946136112342979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=3573946136112342979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3573946136112342979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/3573946136112342979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/jerrymaster-way.html' title='The Jerrymaster Way'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-2412536870172619605</id><published>2007-10-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:27:36.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam</title><content type='html'>Btw, wanna have some rico thingy going on?&lt;br /&gt;Its the annual prestigious Raffles Institution Chinese Orchestra concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Spring of Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Conference Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 December 2007, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martinee 3pm ($8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR Evening 8pm ($10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Seating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get ur tickets now! Its an amazing musical experience! Woooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Want know more? Contact me @ &lt;a href="mailto:jerryingmaster@gmail.com"&gt;jerryingmaster@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; OR approach me personally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOOOOOO! Im so excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, Commercials off - I desperately nid ppl to buy tickets, or not a certain person will confiscate my $30 deposit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EMO-ing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-2412536870172619605?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/2412536870172619605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=2412536870172619605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2412536870172619605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/2412536870172619605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-exam.html' title='Post-exam'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5669500752156324348</id><published>2007-10-23T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:27:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>Im a fan of Carrie Underwood! Country music rocks... cos its remind me of the word "crunchy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the results.&lt;br /&gt;Some results back, Im gonna post it up here. I scored quite well I think, but I scored one subject so badly dun wanna talk bout it? How bout this? I post the scores without telling you which subject is which score, that protects my record and identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects:&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;French&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scores (EOYs):&lt;br /&gt;22/25&lt;br /&gt;74/100&lt;br /&gt;68.5/80&lt;br /&gt;30.5/40&lt;br /&gt;25/50&lt;br /&gt;75/100&lt;br /&gt;54/75&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-5669500752156324348?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/5669500752156324348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=5669500752156324348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5669500752156324348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/5669500752156324348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-4489507061124080838</id><published>2007-10-20T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:58:37.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor China Ep 5 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In a game, sometimes you can be strong, clever, forming alliances but you just cannot go through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two frontrunners of the competition learnt this lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both tribes were in for a surprise. Each tribe was to choose 2 members from the opposing tribe the live with them. Zhan Hu chose Aaron and James, while Fei Long chose Frosti and Sherea.&lt;br /&gt;TRIBE SWITCH! Btw this tribe switch can be so important it triggered off many other future strategies that can affect this whole competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usually snoring J.Robert wakes up especially early tonight to create an impression for the two newcomers. This was clearly a tactic. Meanwhile, at Zhan Hu, Peih-Gee was desperate that if Zhan Hu won the two upcoming challenges, Fei Long will vote Sherea and Frosti out. This will then develop into a 7-3 merge that, will sabo the 3 originaly Zhan Hu members left. She gathers Jaime and discussed on flunking the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenges start off with Zhan Hu leading. Then the girls flunk it, leaving them to discuss who gets voted between James and Aaron. At tribal council,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st vote - Peih Gee&lt;br /&gt;2nd vote - James&lt;br /&gt;3rd vote - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4th vote - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;5th vote - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Aaron = 5th person voted out Survivor China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindsighted! Aaron had all the strategies, but he just cannot win! If this reverses, Aaron will still get voted out, he can't do anything bout it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-4489507061124080838?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/4489507061124080838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=4489507061124080838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4489507061124080838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/4489507061124080838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/survivor-china-ep-5-recap.html' title='Survivor China Ep 5 Recap'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-1987293720933268768</id><published>2007-10-20T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:17:27.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership?</title><content type='html'>The prefects list came out. The most undeserving of the undeserving guys got in. These list of ppl had one thing in common - sucks up to teachers. I know its just some of them. These ppl are just unhelpful, corrupted, cunning and sucks up to teachers, and basically, negative. Many ppl will now say, like you very nice meh, or something like that, now **** off, I dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 2 possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;1. The school population is blind(which I strongly doubt so)&lt;br /&gt;2. Vote -fixing!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, its vote fixing by the a certain person. Cos no one will ever heck wan to vote for these freaks. I bet the year head, destroyed all the OAS that contains the votes. You want transparency, Put Clear Glass Containers in front of the candidates and see if ppl votes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-1987293720933268768?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/1987293720933268768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=1987293720933268768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1987293720933268768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/1987293720933268768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/dictatorship.html' title='Leadership?'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-7030606272672148389</id><published>2007-10-18T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:03:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FUN and MEANINGFUL post-exam activities</title><content type='html'>When I went back to school on Wednesday, I was expecting some disastrous results. Instead, you know what, the teachers have not finished marking. At the marking speed we are going at(EVEN with 1 Marking day), the school decided to organise some &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;meaningful&lt;/em&gt; post-exam activities. Well, pls do let me indulge in some deep thoughts. You know, I just can't help it, after all the extreme stuff in Term 3 and 1 week holiday, then EOY, Im getting worn out of the year. I began getting frustrated and emo as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school wasted no time in showing us a classic demonstration of world-class facilities. 450 pupils in a 210-seater theater? And this fact was so stressed by the crazy woman. Then some teachers droned us with RE stuff. Not to forget this "perfect-memory" man, who came in to give us tips on perfect memory. It was such a disaster. Most of the Secondary Ones put up the classic "Raffles" behaviour, you know, and I finally realised why ppl said Raffles guys are **** up.  The external speaker was so pissed off that he halved his presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-7030606272672148389?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/7030606272672148389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=7030606272672148389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7030606272672148389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/7030606272672148389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-and-meaningful-post-exam-activities.html' title='The FUN and MEANINGFUL post-exam activities'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8323442129602545025</id><published>2007-10-16T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:19:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam schooling</title><content type='html'>Due to the very wonderful and conducive school programme, Raffles planned 1 more week for the students before letting us off for the year. Okay, thats sarcasm.....&lt;br /&gt;Getting the point on, YES! Good for people reading this blog, cos you are let off at Week 7, 26 October while I got to get out on 2 November. Actually to express my feelings well, I didn't like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;This place is getting more and more ironised(Wth is there a word liek this?), letting us read this eternally lame novel about "Animal Farm" about stupid lame pigs rebelling ppl. It just reminds me of the situation we're in. Another year, we had boarding as a concept , which is basically another way to earn money from all the pupils. What the **** is that! You know, I just can't help thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Some random person told me that, my blog is messing too much with rebelling. So let me get back to my life. No one is going to 3rd lang, nowadays and so am I, cos the term had ended, no one is gonna care! Who would want to go to 3rd lang to bake &lt;em&gt;les crepes&lt;/em&gt;(some French cake) or&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;watch some french comedy.&lt;br /&gt;SURVIVOR: CHINA - The only nice thing every week! Just hope that there is less backstabbing this season, compared to the previous seasons. Once the backstabbing comes in, the season is doomed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8323442129602545025?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8323442129602545025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8323442129602545025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8323442129602545025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8323442129602545025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-exam-schooling.html' title='Post-exam schooling'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-8316707226968029201</id><published>2007-10-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:46:47.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor China Ep 4 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WuJBGvJMxs/RxR0iejH00I/AAAAAAAAABE/4vdyJsoK-w0/s1600-h/survivor_china_official_logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121846811891848002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WuJBGvJMxs/RxR0iejH00I/AAAAAAAAABE/4vdyJsoK-w0/s320/survivor_china_official_logo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so quick to get into Day 10, right? Weeks do past fast, a week Chicken, then Ashley, and Leslie, and we are down for the fight between the 2 tribes. Zhan Hu, seemed to got together, owning Fei Long in episode 3. It is becoming a fight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting frustrated out at camp and many disputes in it all.(Only 1 piece of clothes for 39 days, anyone?) The new episode started off with the strong James, helping the tribe out. He is a powerhouse. On the other hand, it is because of him that some undeserving contestants live on, like what the tribe did - Getting rid of innocent Leslie when truly Jean-Robert and Courtney are the weaker ones. J.Robert seems to be energized after 10 days of "Im so tired", but Courtney did not like to get shouted at. Meanwhile at Zhan Hu, Dave wanted to keep some rotten rice(WTH) when truly the others dun agree, and Sherea got into a VERY heated bitch fight, and believe me, this bitch-fight is an important event in this episode, and the later parts shall explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward challenge featured fireworks where the tribes have to use lame chopsticks to pick up fire balls and throw them into the fireworks-making area. Fei Long decided to seat Courtney out, like duh. Im soo looking forward to it. When it came up as a tie 2-2, its James again that lead the tribe to victory. As a reward, they are allowed to kidnap one member from Zhan Hu. They chose to kidnap Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day without Dave and the tribe had to work on their own. All of them, except for Sherea who slacks at the shelter. Eric had trouble lighting the flint as well. At Fei Long, Dave was on a vacation, not to do anything at all. He became a madman, even showing his butt to Courtney. Then, he asked everyone if they believed in turnabout's fair play. Only Todd believed. And that eventually led to Todd getting two more clues to the hidden immunity idol. Then a fisheman's family came! They brought along spices, vegetables and cooked the Fei Long tribe a meal! Its such a pure education on local food sources, using fishing birds to get the fishes. The lunchlady said it was the best thing she had ever put in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the day again....The sad part of the game when some tribe had to lose and vote someone out. This time the challenge featured traditional chinese armour and meteor hammers to knock down the opponents' vases. The production team sure had money to spend on broken vases. Well the first round, Sherea gained a point for Zhan Hu. Then the 2nd round, Fei Long owns, with both Todd and James getting points, and its a 3-1 now. The 3rd round, Jaime sees her warrior side, putting 2 vases to break with just one hammer. But Amanda had to spoil it for Zhan Hu, by getting a vase broken. So it turns out 4-3. Zhan Hu lost, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sad to get outnumbered. Dave when back with the tribe to found that no one cares about his opinions anymore. They also think Sherea was a slacker. So its down to Sherea and Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st vote - Dave&lt;br /&gt;2nd vote - Sherea&lt;br /&gt;3rd vote - Crazy Dave&lt;br /&gt;4th vote - Dave&lt;br /&gt;5th vote - Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th vote - Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave = 4th person voted out Survivor China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite shocked...... Zhan Hu needs to get real now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres a random picture of Leslie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WuJBGvJMxs/RxR1COjH01I/AAAAAAAAABM/ncqYRY81gQM/s1600-h/program-leslie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121847357352694610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WuJBGvJMxs/RxR1COjH01I/AAAAAAAAABM/ncqYRY81gQM/s320/program-leslie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8806239556451491320-8316707226968029201?l=prolalabear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/feeds/8316707226968029201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8806239556451491320&amp;postID=8316707226968029201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8316707226968029201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8806239556451491320/posts/default/8316707226968029201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolalabear.blogspot.com/2007/10/survivor-china-ep-4-recap.html' title='Survivor China Ep 4 Recap'/><author><name>Prolalabear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WuJBGvJMxs/RxR0iejH00I/AAAAAAAAABE/4vdyJsoK-w0/s72-c/survivor_china_official_logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806239556451491320.post-5944354720578969581</id><published>2007-10-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:41:15.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of End of Years Examinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So now, it is all up to the marking of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me analyze my situation:&lt;br /&gt;French- Dun nid to analyze cos I've got my results. Quite fed-up cos only 2 marks to distinction. But I gave my best, there are no careless mistakes. If I were to re-do the paper, it will still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;English-Not as tough as I expected, but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-I screwed up, I think. But many people screwed up as well. The last comprehension, which is 25(!) marks, is more of philosophical reasoning and chinese cultural literature, so quite screwed up. The deciding factor is, who screws up more?&lt;br /&gt;History - Perhaps one of the easiest papers, but then again, its too early to say.&lt;br /&gt;Geography - I hope my results will make Mrs Lim proud, but at the same time, the results are unpredictable, becos even if you looked back at the textbook, you will not know if you get it right or wrong, cos thats the way humanities is.&lt;br /&gt;Science- Science had never been my best subject. In fact, its the worse starting from Primary 3 up to PSLE, which is a miracle. This time, I did my thing and my best, and the rest will lie on how my answer fit the answer key.&lt;br /&gt;Maths- Had been my strongest subject this yr, but this time, I found it difficult, while people say it was easy. How is it going to turn out? 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