<?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-32948283</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:44:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>set the flame alight, keep the passion strong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-116342307133786010</id><published>2006-11-13T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:04:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mt ophir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mt ophir. also known as gunung ledang. known for its MYSTICALITY and. uh. source of metal pieces (: those really nice ones you pin on your uniform. also a place full of flies and mosquitoes. not to mention plenty of frangipani. possibly plenty of hantu. ohwell. dint see any. thank goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ehlao. i must admit. i wasnt exactly looking forward to the expedition. contemplating the odds of survival and all considering that civilization has thoroughly enslaved me, i was just. nonchalent. and bored. but ohwell. i was going to die leaving my handphone at home. but leaving it at home is always better than losing it on the mountain. FOREVER. flashback time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;day 1. or rather night. home -&gt; NCC HQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;booked into camp. gosh. we were early. me, wesley and wenhao anyhow. then we realised that javier and the lot were waiting for us outside and came in late because of us o.o ohwell. mr peter tan came quite late worryingly. he had our passports. ohwell he came! fall in blahblahblah. split into 4 platoons. mong was in another one. that meant he was in a different bunk. blessing? maybe. but he DID bring the tuna! anyhow it was pretty funny. the whole acsi lot took up half the bunk. all the beds but ONE. and nicholas took it. i think we severely corrupted him. we just did not sleep. lights out and wake up time was 8 hours apart. 4 hours talking, 4 hours sleeping. fang yi and i were sitting opposite each other talking about surreal records we watched on tv. how fun. just kept talking and talking. and javier and shoban learnt how to play bridge! =O goodness. ohwell. dint get to sleep much. i was just damn freaked. of all beds they had to leave me with the one without any bars at the side. and ZOMG it was the upper bed ehhhlaooooo. ohwell. survived! bag size was tiny. comparatively. a lot of people looked like they were going to war. good thing actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;day 2 10/11 singapore -&gt; resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wake up. acsi bunk down the first ehhlao. saikang warriors start their jobs. i must say. we did quite a bit of saikang. ohwell (: cant help but do it. since NDP 2006. must say. that was one heck of a parade. but anyhow! made it to the resort by lunchtime. afternoon was spent in a weird and mad obstacle course. surrealism at its best. i got more scratches from this than from the climb itself. ironic. the flying fox felt anything BUT flying. we started being retarded and shouted WEIRD stuff. we were told to replace 4 letter words with "I CAN CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN". khairul did just that. we started shouting weird random words from the flying fox. fantastic though. the obstacle course was relatively easy. with a few scratches from it i was pretty shagged. the rock wall was NOT a rock wall. it was a wall with stubs sticking out that needed no effort to reach them whatsoever. how fun! o.o and then we went back to the resort. briefing. told not to disturb nature. but ADMIRE. ahwell. like anyone would be crazy enough to start ripping down the forest. we were told stories of people getting possessed by spirits for watering plants or pissing in the woods. whoa man WHOA. ohwell. i dint see any lady in white. thank goodness. so the day ended with us getting our rations and plenty of packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;day 3 11/11. resort -&gt; base camp (CP4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;started the day bright and early. acsi saikang warriors serving the food as usual. we started this habit. everyone getting together, praying and then eating. really really heartwarming. really loved it. besides that, we started the hike! no difficulties whatsoever. met cheah and xk who were on the way down. they said the river was very shiok. took their words for it. reached base camp by lunch time. that river was heaven. our little piece of heaven in a strange and desolate world. spent a few hours just sitting in it. the water was freezing cold. i have no idea how nabil and company managed to swim so vigourously without dying. we built a mini spa with strong water jets that'd pound your back to oblivion. and frostbite actually. but the worst hasnt come! 7pm. drops of rain were felt. we started rushing for the tents and packing up the tents. it was very dark already. EHLAO. thunderstorm. around CAT1? besides that our tent started leaking. GAHHHH how to sleep o.o so we just dint sleep. all we did was try to lessen the flooding. switched tents for a while before feeling utterly claustrophobic and running out. the tents were just utterly stuffy and hot. when you squeeze 5 people in, you know you're definitely headed for disaster. ohwell. dint sleep. people were outside their tents with their stoves and mini campfires to keep warm. they were talking about games. went outside. talked to them. it was a bitter chill that struck the forest with the harsh darkness. 3 am. and just dint sleep at all. maybe for brief periods. but that beside the point. they dint know a single thing about guild wars and all. they play DotA. for a year already actually. and they still get fed off o.o OHWELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;day 4 12/11 campsite -&gt; summit -&gt; campsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8 hours hike. bring it on i thought. i had my food packed. i had my water ready even though it looked like piss. like we were eating lunch on the summit! how exciting! 4 hours up. many many rough parts. ropes, ladders and the famous KFC. ehlao. all that MUD. it was just BAD. slippery and all. and wesley and fang yi got stung by bees ): but they recovered! :D the climb was mad. it was exciting. we reached botak hill. it was like 2 massive extremes. the rainforest area was so so nice and cooling. and then you step out and WHOA burn burn burn. you could feel the heat biting your skin and ripping sweat out of you. no matter. the road to the summit was even worse. mud splattered all around us. but we did reach it. and boy was it worth it. sat there eating chocolate bars and tuna with bread. ahhh. felt so good. took a few group photos. mr peter tan sportingly took with us. clt winston stood on this mount thing. we were talking group photos. and then just when we were making clt winston pose and take a shot of him, this HUGE swarm of bees suddenly came out of the blue and flew over us. hysteria ensued. everyone just ducked down and covered their necks and screamed. ah. massive freak out. but gee that was one harrowing experience. whatever triggered the bees, i dont want to know. mt ophir IS pretty mystical after all HMM. started the descent to base camp. arrived without much affair. and then the clts were lagging WAYY behind. decided to go into the river and cool off the sore muscles and tired feet. felt awesome. filled up water from the stream, and suddenly a thunderstorm came upon us when the CLTs werent here yet. rush back to outside the camp. our baggage tent was leaking. 4 of us rushed in to waterproof the stuff. wenhao, torsten, mong and i rushed in and started throwing stuff into the plastic bags. planned our next line of action. came out. it was pouring. we were wet, tired, hungry and swearing. the cold soon overcame us. almost simultaneously, we huddled. 4 of us. just huddled. the other 5 acsi people did the same. fang yi was happily digging his moat. i cant believe that guy sometimes. but anyhow we struggled to keep warm. shivering, chattering and out came the vulgarities. and we prayed. it was really heartwarming and this calm just came over us. the 4 of us just prayed to God. it will be something that i can never ever forget. its amazing how adversities promote unity. it soon subsided. we got cooking stones from the river. got our water. clts came back. green light to shower given. we were all expecting a mini campfire. it wasnt meant to be. another downpour ensured that and we were all back to square one. but thank goodness for wenhao. i dont think we'd have survived without his help. the tent was supremely dry. but mong just HAD to throw his wet pants into the tent. our stuff were pretty much soaked. took turns to pack and clean up. soon we had fully waterproofed the floor and well it was really quite something to be proud of. exhausted we soon fell asleep. ehlao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;day 5 13/11 base camp -&gt; resort -&gt; singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nothing much to say. but we packed up. left camp. said our goodbyes to the campsite which was named pasir panjang. haha. gee. it was quite sad, leaving that ground. so much memories to take back. but gosh i sure was looking forward to home sweet home. slaves of civilization. but i wouldnt mind going back to mt ophir. it sure was worth every single second of my time. i know who to go back there with. and gosh. the scratches are worth it. those complaints. those whines. those shrieks and yells. those yelps of pleasure. ah. surviving on packed food and sleeping on a sleeping bag in the great outdoors. it sure changed my perception of civilization. came back to the resort. acsi still did the saikang but we always do it with pleasure. its fun xD once a saikang warrior, always a saikang warrior. doing the shit that no one else wants to do is something we kinda pride ourselves in. ever since national day parade rehearsals. the milo trucks. ehlao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i could totally lose myself in this whole thing. but as the clts said we are one fortunate batch. we managed to experience rain and the horrors it brought with it. but we overcame it. and we have those memories to bring along and take away. preparation for brunei jungle training? i think not. it'd be worse. but at least we had each other. i think the one thing you can just never take away from us acs guys is that spirit that bonds us together. we just helped everyone. people kept borrowing water from us, kept using our stove and lighters. sigh shafiq and company even toasted bread and spread nutella on the bread for people who were hungry! deep down. it will always linger. those memories of ophir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i sure am happy to have my internet, phone and bed back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-116342307133786010?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/116342307133786010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=116342307133786010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116342307133786010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116342307133786010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/11/mt-ophir.html' title='mt ophir'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-116290406618886678</id><published>2006-11-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:54:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today . whoa. the first time the entire holidays i actually needed to wake up EARLY. well. not like i dont. but the first ever time i had to wake up early and there was actually good reason to back this earlybird habit. lets just think back to yesterday. last night actually. an sms from our new darling vice head came over oscillating electrons and appeared on my screen in pixels. it was a reminder for some NE quiz that was due to happen today. whoa. NE QUIZ? turns out it was the interview thing. phew. i thought i had enough with the nation builder game. peter. you freaked me out man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ANYHOW. dialogue. 8am in the morning. andrew and daniel were uh. late by 1 minute. =p so lets see the people who went for the dialogue. 4 sec3s, 2 sec4s and well. A LOT of year 5s. all either student councillors (year 5s) or prefects (US :D). not bad. we discussed topics during the dialogue. informally. no parliamentary procedures required thank goodness. i'd DIE if i had to motion for a recess. not that we had any, not that we needed any. 2 hours just whizzed past us so quickly, discussing the economic and social issues in singapore. quite illuminating. especially the part on elitism. i havent commented on that, wont ever hahahahahahaha. well. not on a blog =p ANYWAY. from that. well i guessed he really seemed to be enjoying it. arthur was like talking about STUFF and hans wanted to enhance the arts scene and culture. define culture. shucks. stumped us. and the minister of state HAD to pressurize us sec3s o.o russell was arrowed. he freaked out. baaaad. HAHA. then again he just has that aura. of some. composed presence. helped him. wahhhaa. on the whole, the dialogue was memorable. not as fun as friendly chats with other ministers but still. the sandwiches tasted good that i promise you. really really good. ham and cheese. and. some other weird assorted flavours. yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went to air room after that. collected mess tin. AFV was on OMG. a few other people were there. watching AFV as well. decided to watch. i still cant get that IMAGE out of my mind. this $100,000 entry was SO retarded. tiny weeny lobster, coupled with 2 half naked men and an innocent young child = VERY sore nipple. "LET IT PINCH THE NIPPLE!" guy 1 brings the mini lobster to guy 2. lets the pincer uh. surround? encapsulate maybe. the poor dude's left nipple. next moment, chaos ensued. lots of screaming and yelling. and laughing. from us. sadistic, maybe. but funny, definitely. that guy was AMAZING. he just screamed with the lobster hanging from its grip on the nipple. OUCH. it soon let go and he started rubbing it. screen flashes back to the host giggling. hoho. americans (: soon after rajesh starts complaining about camp programming. "WHY NO DRAGON BOATING! ):" actually. i also say. but nevermind! ncc air camp. hoho. funfunfun. GG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;came home. ate lunch. fell asleep. what a life (: then grace smses me to ask if im at yaps o.O i just forgot to switch the phone to silent mode lah and THIS happens. and then dawn also. wahhhhh. okay fine. i slowly make my way to yaps. arriving there, dawn was walking to the toilets and she looked half dead o.o AWWW. the tuition session was anything BUT productive that i can tell you. well the most that came out of it was a few really really retarded pictures of grace, dawn and me. and a really really good laugh. grace took a picture of me she describes as demonic. i do NOT want to see it. she's probably hallucinating =p and then dawn starts pushing her grape chocolate thingy. the really really really nice one. and shes like pushing it like some drug or something. incessant non stop pushing of the chocolate towards you and asking you to eat it. not that i really minded it HAHA. ohwell. yaps. love that tuition. so so fun HAHA. did some holiday homework. dawn managed one cloze passage WHOA. o.o and like. uh. grace was soo generous and she decided to treat us to stuff at the store. actually she just wanted to use her coins. appreciated though (: dawn's friend comes to drag her to aprime. dawn shows the stuff us 3 wrote about each other. laughter ensues. and then dawn's friend saw that dawn wrote that i like sour stuff. STRAIGHTAWAY she asks if im pregnant. o.O just like dawn. WAHLAUUU. im SO sure im pregnant mann. like OOOH it just kicked! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;came home. stoned. BLOGGED. whoaa major achievement. now lets do an outlook for the next few days to come. i must say. fun beckons. exhaustion will come along with it though ): tomorrow i have to wake up early. again. ohwell! and then thursday, get uniform and all. after that at 1945 i have to be at HQ. MT OPHIR. whoa finally man FINALLY. i get to do something fun in these holidays. besides council meeting at vivo. 10th to 13th will be spent slacking and hiking up mount ophir. mind you. hiking. i hardly think there is any vertical face we have to conquer. sheeeesh. nvm. for the bonding, the fun, and those 2 badges :D AND. if henry is correct and adriel doesnt change his mind, after mt ophir expedition, coming back to singapore, i'll just have to put down my stuff, get my other camp bag and rush off to school and join in late for council camp 2006. 2 days 1 night. how fun :D council camp. and i WONT be getting the safe since ET isnt around ): shucks. and then since that finishes on 14th, i have half a day to pack AGAIN. 15th to 17th, prefects trip 2006. about damn time. FINALLY whahahha. but shucks. no cruise ): all we are going to do is go KL, shop, eat and go crazy at theme parks. quite appealling actually. just that there is going to be an appalling lack of rest. butbut mr liang chew mun is coming! OMG :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;burnout imminent. i cant wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-116290406618886678?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/116290406618886678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=116290406618886678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116290406618886678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116290406618886678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/11/dialogue.html' title='dialogue'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-116159956147481761</id><published>2006-10-23T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:32:41.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so gonna need my sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school life. is officially declared boring. sad to say that. really. i kinda miss that daily routine. teachers rushing in and out of lessons, students going crazy when receiving homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay. there's still higher chinese homework. BUT BESIDES THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;students will rush out of class for recess. desperate to get their minds and bodies nourished either after PE or mind numbing lessons. well. thats the usual case. then there's luke chan and the soccer bunch. only seen in the SAC on tuesdays and wednesdays. well. for luke anyhow. then we'd go down. marc chris krupa abdullah. sometimes with seow andrew. madness. krupa would bring his lunch box of indian delicacies. thanks for all that chappati man. =D to date i think marc is still in the grey about the differences between chappati and dosai. me too actually. but. i dont care (: so long as its good indian food. from krupa. and then after recess. more lessons. sometimes somebody would turn the clock a little faster. well. now its spoilt so that doesnt really matter. no thanks to someone -.- and there will be edward and luke staying in class singing oldies after lessons. sometimes gareth does his michael jackson thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;school used to be fun. now its just relaxed and utter boredom. stoning, looking at people play cards without feeling the urge to play card games. stoning. stoning. stoning. how fun. hahahahahahaha. then tanaan will have his guitar. playing those heavy metal songs on a classical guitar -.- then we'll start playing together. ohwell. same old same old. and mr tan will be in a foul mood chasing people for money =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;council. 2007. HEH. henry's the head. couldnt have wanted anyone else. rene's vice. gee =p peter wang's vice. i lost. ohwell ): at least i got into council. hahahaha. its all in His plan. things will be just fine. i think this way would be better. less stress. yay? HMMM. rest of the positions to be announced soon. SOON. come soon, soon. zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;right now. mong is bugging me. war game for ncc air camp. AHHH. holidays are so gonna be packed full of activities. not that im complaining (: i'll be going overseas 3 times, 2 camps, 1 chalet. lets see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mt ophir: 10-13 nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;prefects trip: 15-17nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SLC chalet: 20 something nov. 3 days. thanks to the monfort dudes =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;vacation: 17th-26th dec. CHRISTMAS IN SHANGHAI =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;prefects EOY camp: 27th-29th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ncc air EOY camp: 28th-30th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay. i know prefects and ncc air camps clash. =/ too bad. i have to go for the last day of ncc camp and the last night. cant miss prefects EOY camp since im in council =/ not that i actually mind xD hopefully. mong and i can collaborate on one night game that will be uber pro. 2nd night war campaign. and then dragon boating/kayaking (for me) on like. 3rd day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yay? im gonna be TIRED. dang. and the possibility of a 6G class gathering before the new year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im SO gonna need my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-116159956147481761?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/116159956147481761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=116159956147481761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116159956147481761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116159956147481761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-gonna-need-my-sleep.html' title='im so gonna need my sleep'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-116063534036046143</id><published>2006-10-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:42:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they're over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. WERE over. quite a few days back. since tuesday actually. yeahh. since tuesday 9.30am. gosh. felt good. felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more mugging. for now. well actually not much difference cause i did minimal mugging and a whole lot of cramming/chanting. quite weird man. i dont feel normal HAHA. exams. come to think of it its kinda fun. okay nevermind i wont continue in that line of thought in case i get blasted =p like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ever having the exams as a cohort in the boarding school dining hall. felt weird. with mr paul cheong yelling at us to get into the examination hall and not making any noise. everyday it was pretty much the same. reach school. stone outside the board room waiting for henry/kevin to come. either that or stoning in the SAC. 2 different scenarios from there actually. board room scenario we'd be inside the board room revising and helping people like me remember what the cosine rule and sine rule was. actually more than that. SAC scenario i'd be stoning and having this personal dilemma whether to buy ice milo or just stone. ususally i just stone. and then luke comes, starts his daily moaning about how badly he's gonna fail. yiwei comes along and starts mugging and we tell him to stop cause it makes us feel bad. ryan comes and blim comes. they go buy their coffee. come to think of it i HAD a cup of peach tea. once o.o how fun! and then we just TRY to remember stuff. after that the scenarios merge. morning duty is always plagued by the eerie silence of the now empty classroom corridors. ): how i miss morning assemblies in the corridors. no more no more ahhh. now its the parade grounds. i must say the school is looking utterly fabulous though. cant wait for the student plaza to open up. the fountain actually has water but its all fenced up. but like yeah. i miss those assemblies. and then dr ong will stand on his hill and the commander would be at one side. and the flag raisers dint have to become hunchbacks to tie the string. yeahh those were the days. nearing the end of duty derek would need to pooo. big business. gosh. as he proudly proclaimed that he was done it ever since sec1 that every morning before the paper he'd. well. egest/excrete/defecate. whoa. nice tradition derek =p apparently it feels very very "shiok". i better go try next year if i remember. thing is i just never eat enough in the morning to have a good poo. i think. BUT away from that. we'd walk to the boarding school dining hall, rushing in with all our pencil cases and jackets. and then we'd freeze our butts off and then there'd be prayer for the papers and then we'd wait in trepidation for the hand of time to hit 12. well. the minute hand anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. papers wise. o.o gosh lah. lets see. language arts paper 1 was okay. unseen prose was from malgudi days o.o i wanted to kick myself. and then the unseen poem was titled "tractor". once i saw it, first impression was that it was some spanish poem. no seriously. but nevermind chose the do the unseen prose (: so so much easier. 20 minutes plan, 50 minutes write, 20 minutes sleep. yeahhh. that was the general idea and i managed it :D and i talked some weird stuff about this character being a manifestation of the author's anti-colonialist sentiments. lets hope the markers think its really amazing and give me marks for that.&lt;br /&gt;IHS. oh gosh. that paper was one fun paper. HBQ =D how should i put it. we had people coming up with extremely ridiculous situations like arnold talking about singapore beating china in the world cup. then we have the plausible yet utterly dumbfounding and hilarious parallel universes. i was talking about steam junks and some weird stuff about china colonizing africa. douglas came up with the concept that all indians would speak chinese. the hypothesis was about the IR happening in asia instead of europe. china was the obvious and most likely one to do such a thing and thus the mind boggling ideas. as to singapore beating china in the world cup. uhhh. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;language arts 2! :D what can i say. 4 questions, choose 1. 2 on poems. 2 on the crucible. people freaked out and tried cramming everything. i just went ahead with the crucible. sorry jacq. sorry for torturing you with those quotes =p and amazingly the crucible question was so open for discussion. i did john proctor and john hale WHEE. oh well but that paper was like. too long. 1 hour was enough. i think o.o&lt;br /&gt;chemistry! how to say. it was extremely hard. like REALLY REALLY HARD. to fail. the teachers were kinder this time. i think mr venthan set the paper. i have no idea though. but it was quite a weird and warped paper. we had questions that were just memory work. a lot of it actually. and the mole concept questions were basic. and i realised the importance of looking at the decimal point correctly. gosh could you imagine my horror when i got the empirical formula of my compound to be Pb10O. like OMG. i checked THANK GOODNESS. stupid decimal point. in the end i still got PbO. which is more correct cause i cant imagine Pb having such amazing bonding capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;history! i still remember a few weeks before the paper, mr das was on long term MC. we had a relief teacher. she set a few records. she gave us the first worksheets we EVER got during history lesson, she actually asked us to use our TEXTBOOK. which is a first too. and then she is the first teacher i know not to give back the assignments before she leaves and guess what. she's in australia now! o.o ohwell. but like whoa. mr das came back and did revision. the paper sounded stressful enough. "okay guys, today we're gonna revise germany type questions. for germany part (a) question for the essay, they can only test you on the downfall of weimar republic and for part (b) question they can only ask you about one thing - the consolidation of hitler's power. now..." omg! guess what. mr das played prophet. like WHOA. germany. haha ohgosh. i fear the markers think we cheat cause i'd bet everyone wrote the 4 points he went through with us. yeahhh that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;physics! that paper i couldnt stop laughing. it was challenging but not like uber difficult. then again there will always be the questions that i cant do. and then a lot of people couldnt do the 1st question of paper 2. 10 marks gone byebyeeee. ohwell. hahahaha. and there were SO many errors in the paper. like half the time we were making amendments. that was seriously funny. then you look up you see the invigilators all giggling. gosh. but YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;c maths paper 1! did i mention maths is my worst subject? so it was QUITE bad ): i have nothing but bad memories of my maths papers. so nooo im not going to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;biology! zzz. mr paul cheong! he made us like study SO hard. all those notes. and he said the paper would be VERY VERY HARD. o.o RIIIIGHT. all of us. i mean ALL of us who were taught by mr paul cheong were like grinning at him or sleeping after 15 to 20 minutes into paper1. paper 2 was no different as everyone was like so happy. dialysis machine, fertilization and gosh! it was EASIER than the 2004 paper. HOWEVER. bad feeling. i hope there isnt some catch in the english like EVERYWHERE in the paper that made us think it was easy but it was actually extremely hard. uh oh!&lt;br /&gt;hcl! uhh. lets just say it was quite fun. my paper 1 was like. longest i ever wrote. 离家出走 was like one of the essays. HAHAH. and then supposed to narrate the feelings and all. HAHA. ohwell. lets say i wrote about 1200 words. :D whooo! and then paper 2 cloze passage just sucked ): but otherwise hcl went well overall.&lt;br /&gt;last paper! c maths 2! OHWELL. lalala nothing much it just sucked. AFTER the paper. moving tables and chairs back. WHOA man WHOA! totally hahaaha. felt SO GOOD. and then i realised mr paul cheong wanted to see me and alex chuang on monday after school. tanaan too o.o hahahaha GYLC! cool man alex chuang is coming HAHA. tanaan. OHWELL. ALEX AND TANAAN. if you see this. monday after school! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. that was long. i think. i shall stop. i just remembered. freedom = boredom. monday beckons. results are looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-116063534036046143?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/116063534036046143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=116063534036046143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116063534036046143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/116063534036046143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha.html' title='ha'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115770624125149384</id><published>2006-09-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:04:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeshh. im declaring hiatus on grounds of examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're coming. i do not want to fail. i do not want to be laterally transferred. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE O LEVELS. NOO. NO WAY. i see people struggling during prelims AND IT SUCKS. nooo way. i do NOT want to take o levels next year. but DAMN i still have chinese o levels to contend with. selection camp left me tanned. i cant believe it but i got darker. such memories. i wont say (: haha. im scared to blabber out stuff i should not blabber. tekan camp? MAYBE NOT HUH! how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 more days to exams. TILL THEN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115770624125149384?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115770624125149384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115770624125149384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115770624125149384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115770624125149384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/09/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115712543558059675</id><published>2006-09-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:43:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets update (: only for yesterday and today though haha. i think. i have short term memory loss. either that or nothing significant much happened. okay. nevermind. i just remembered HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap:&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; waited from 2.40 till what. 5? then teachers day rehearsal started. i was under "miscelleanous" -.- how fun. meant i was in charge but also effectively meant i had nothing to do. sorted out the gifts in the end. heard the skit. bits of it. LG!!! =.=&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: waited till 5 AGAIN for PTM to finish. this time andrew was shooting ice at me in the board room. thanks andrew -.- and like whoa. 8.30 end. not bad (: the audi looked sexy by then. they rehearsed the skit. "sir, after i bang you.OMG" xD yay. love laughter peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS' DAY CELEBRATIONS (: so so so awesome. loved the videos. loved mr chirnside's responses HAHA. "so hows the money in teaching like?" - fantastic. oh gosh. the way he said it =/ HAHA. the whole school was cracking. wheeee. it was a SUCCESS (: i really really hoped the teachers enjoyed themselves. wheeeee. felt good. went back to nanhua! oh gosh i love that place. it is so so nostalgic and lovely. first teacher i saw was ms francis wong. YAY haha. she still remembers my name! she better xD haha. haha. haha. yay. i was SO happy after that. whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and after that we went to see mrs loo. oh goshh. haha. i think shes like so nice lahh. talking to all of us. she said we really brightened her day by visiting her. that brightened my day too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;next we saw mrs ng li-hwang. OH GOSHH haha she was hilarious. she forgot chenhoon's name. she just COULDNT remember! p5 anyhow. cant really fault her but she DID remember our names. xD OHWELL. then i started spelling out c-h-e-n-h-o-o-n AND she still dint REALISE! poor lady. think so hard xD in the end she got it though xD then omg. lin lao shi. shes back at nanhua as office staff! omg. we were so happy to see her. she looked healthy and happy (: she forgot our names too! -.- but OHWELL. poor lady. good to see her again though. and we got free lollipops from the office staff. HOW NICE (: i havent eaten it HAHA. oh gosh =/ haha. then miss loo! yay hhaha shes still there and happy and funky. after that. we went to the now-5E-but-was-6G'03's classroom. our border was still there. omg (: it felt really really nice. and yellow group was still seated in the middle of the class. it felt so nice (: and then huihui was touring the school so slowly. hm. lets see who went back. quite a good number already xD qianwei louis yiren yichen eldwin jiahao changpeng chenhoon huihui yanhan bryan and me. yiusum adeline and a few other regulars dint come. such a letdown ): ohwell haha. but in the end. we talked to mrs lee. AND SHE LET US EAT THE LEFTOVERS of the teachers' day buffet. fonduefonduefonduefondue SUSHIIII. oh yeahh. and we pretty much stuffed ourselves. too much chocolate fondue. huihui dipped like everything inside. she put it into a cup. and went berzerk. wheee. (: and eldwin was going crazy at the thought of eating more. qianwei spilled some and it turned out looking like dried blood or dried shit xD. well until huihui's expertise in household stuff led him to wash his pants with SOAP. twit -.- he was just rubbing away HAHA. then we went louis' house. played cluedo and yiren won. it sucked lha hahaha. haha and we played bridge/hearts/gnome toss. SO FUN (: yaaay. and then chenhoon ah. made me lose the last game of bridge. she lost hers too! her first loss actually HAHA. crazy girl. it was nice though (: seeing them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY (today) xD&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i love ncc hq. they totally made us go sell flags today. on a public holiday. even some auntie asked me how come we were selling today instead of weekends. GOOD QUESTION. i said we were targetting the youth. ha ha. nice joke. like any youth donated pretty much. with the exception of some like wei shuting (: HAHA. we like. met at amk station. quite a few ncc people were there (: haha. saw some familiar faces too! apart from my flight lah duh -.- ma'am feline was there. SHE DINT SEE ME. ohwell HAHA. and then louisa was there -.- shes like in charge of amks or something. and then baoyi also. she did something with her hair -.- i could have sworn it was brown. maybe i was just BLUR the other times =/ HAHA. then we thought initially we were just gonna be in amk. and then we went ORCHARD :D yay! oh yes. shuting. i cannot believe how coincidental our meeting was. i remember her walking past me and i was like. hmm. she seems familiar. and then i dint go approach her. and then she started looking at me. from across the road. then i saw. and then. omg. HAHA she donated $2 yay! (: and to think i was teasing her last night about not going back to nanhua. TSK. mugger lah she. the majority of the donations were from like. old aunties, indian ladies and ang mohs (: i love angmohs. this aussie dude was like "hey mate whats this for?" uhh EX CONVICTS?? "oh okay cool hold on." and he started taking out coins. lots of them. and he started putting in continuously like it was some jackpot machine. and i was like WOW omg THANK YOU. and then i thought he finished so i started backing off a little? and he was like "heyhey come back ere mate!" and he put in more money. GOSH! whoever you are mr nice australian dude, if you are reading this, THANK YOU VERY MUCH (: once reaching orchard initially, i planted myself at the far east plaza bus stop since it was the crossroads for a lot of stuff? wenhao was outside far east plaza. we two OWNED lah. everybody died when they felt our tins xD and we actually knocked off half an hour early to eat lunch. wheeeeee. we pwns man. and then. in burger king. someone just looked DAMN familiar. i couldnt resist. i smsed. zomg -.- it WAS litying. gosh lah! =/ =/ HAHA. and then she also dint really realise. too bad she couldnt donate OHWELL xD hahaha. AFTER THAT. we went to RSAF open house (: oh gosh. so fun xD YEAH RIGHT -.- no viper rides ): SIGH. back to the C-130. nevertheless a fun ride. joy ride so they say. but OHWELL. couldnt help it could we? and then we started going around the place. quite a nice place lah. windy. i love the wind. especially at airport runways. the wind there is utterly lovely. the hangars were open with displays in them. the p.a. system was blasting several weird and awful techno remixes of songs. we decided to go hog the ps2 stations. flight simulators -.- how retarded. i kept freaking crashing just because you never know what is up OR down. and then you see something blue? you thought its the sky? THINK AGAIN. its the freaking sea. and BOOOM you just died! only good thing was no one ever shot me down. my spastic flying made sure the missiles never hit -.- what a crazy game. and then there was the aerial display. thank goodness for earplugs. the F5s were freaking screechy. rewarding though. but no stunts. no loops no whatsoevers. no cutting the engine in midflight and stuff. wow. but nevertheless. the awesome parts was like when the planes did fly pasts at low speed and stuff. and the apaches. and the commandos did some sort of free fall but i dont remember the name. its like. they just dropped out of the plane at low altitude. really low. and they just dropped to the ground slowly with some weird parachutes. i could have sworn they were toy soldiers but they werent! GEEE! and then we went on a koping spree at the first hangar. wheee. we took like so many things. SOUVENIRS? maybe. decor maybe (: haha. wenhao is gonna be happyy WHEEEE. but no im not gay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this shirt there. it was really really cool. we couldnt find it again after that. shucks ): its really what was on the shirt that caught our eyes. chenhoon says its evil. litying thinks its cool. its my msn nick. it said "It's not about dying for your country; it's about making your enemy die for his country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall stop ranting. wheeeeeeeeeee. ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115712543558059675?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115712543558059675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115712543558059675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115712543558059675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115712543558059675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/09/wheeeeee.html' title='wheeeeee'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115676348323064389</id><published>2006-08-28T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:11:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no im not the birthday boy. nuhh uh. rajesh was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RAJESH! mr joseph wong and mr chua chin haw want to see you in the air room immediately after school. we'll be there to help you. but its like damn serious leh i think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what we go through to make the surprise even more exciting and crazy. we had the cake, we had the plan. shafiq made it even worse. "aiyahh the most they can do is probably sack you from 01 UDI, refer you to dr ong and then get you expelled from ACS after telling your mom? SEE who ask you pump that poor boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen his face. pure fanatical horror. the rest of the day he was constantly pestering us what happened and all. after school. mr joseph wong arrived just on time with mr chua chin haw. since we fixed the back door, we couldnt get in through there and wen hao was late with the damn key. rajesh was earlier than him -.- shoban went to stall. apparently mr joseph wong and mr chua wanted to talk to us first? and then after some time, we got in, got the cake out, got him in, went somewhere to light the candles. according to the laws of symmetry and wholeness, shafiq put 7 candles, making rajesh 16. using logic, justin took out the offending candle that made rajesh 15.  stupidity just claimed another victim. OH WELL. anyhow. the candles? the freaking wind kept blowing out the flames. in a last ditch attempt, we did it. on came the birthday songs. rajesh was screaming his head off telling us we should not have got him a cake. idiot. then came the customary taupok. not as bad as what you usually get. khairul on top of rajesh and justin and shoban sat on khairul. crazy buggers. poor rajesh. poor us. we had to rush for tgm. khairul javier and i anyhow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my marks have gone mad. i got back physics and lang arts. lang arts. oh gosh it sucked so bad. physics. i could have beaten vu. TWIT. you toot. if i dint label my graph wrongly i would have beaten him lorh ): so lets see. physics. 90. o.o lang arts. 71.&lt;br /&gt;recapping my previous marks for bio which is 78 and chem which is 76, that would bring my current points up to like 19/42 with like 3 more subjects to go. my c maths wouldnt be that great. neither would my chinese nor ihs. shucks. with a maximum of 21 points left to get, i hope i can get more =/ ): -.- !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is freaking irritating me big time. i swear. she leaves in london or something. she'd wake me up at 4 plus screaming ITS 6 ALREADY YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL. once or twice still can. EVERY ****ING DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way. asss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday rajesh. join the club. it feels good to be 15. it'll probably feel better to be 16 though. HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115676348323064389?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115676348323064389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115676348323064389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115676348323064389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115676348323064389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-boy.html' title='birthday boy.'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115667782842815578</id><published>2006-08-27T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:23:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kevin the sec1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you have been following the tagboard. like. today. you'll realise jacqueline suddenly has this absolutely obscene obsession with Kevin. i do not know why i should immortalize him in here. jacqueline's forcing me to blog about him. crazy girl. she seems to derive some maniacal pleasure from this. threatening to push me into drains. push me into her "HOUSE THE BIG BIG DRAIN". -___________________________- really. one day. if jacqueline does that to everyone, we'll be in newater or something. holy water (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here goes the post about kevin. he better be honoured. jacqueline better be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so lets bring everyone up to date. friday night was family night and what a fantastic event it was. at scgs. yeahh totally man. so jacq, kexin, me, hw and pok were there. pok went to do her stuff and it was a stoning session for me, hw and jacq. well actually kexin came late. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while stoning, we noticed andrew wang and he thought for a moment i was mr terence ng when i called him. should i be honoured? hold it. DONT tell me -.- ANYHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoning leads to bad stuff. seriously. you start noticing stuff you should never ever SEE in your life. in this case, i saw kevin. from the sec1 class im in charge of. oh gosh. the horror. he was wearing HIGH SOCKS. HIGH SOCKS WITH A NICE NICE PATTERN! O.O imagine that. i forgot his name too! WHAHAHAHA. not funny. i felt like an utter failure for 2 significant reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) i forgot his name and i actually knew it once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;2) i failed in my duty as psl to make sure my sec1s dint become over obnoxious/nerdish.&lt;br /&gt;so like. WHOA. i decide to pester him. since we were stoning, MIGHT AS WELL DO SOMETHING. so kexin and jacqueline joined in. hw was tagging along. then after a while they gave up and i continued chasing him. bad choice there. and you see, i had this balloon that resembled a sword? like totally. i was using it to poke kexin and jacqueline earlier and i was killing hw by "stabbing" his throat. and after that. we ran around the whole place. then i lost jacqueline and kexin and hw. i got tired. called jacq. found her. voila! KEVIN TAGGED ALONG. he started doing extremely weird and retarded stuffs to kexin. i gave him the balloon to play with you see. so he started hitting me violently with a vengeance and kexin was utterly horrified. and all along we still dint know his name. he claimed it starts with 'c'. ha ha kevin VERY FUNNY. then out came all the ridiculous names like CHARLES and CHAD and whathaveyou. BUT IN THE END. kexin went "OMG ARE YOU KEVIN". wow. then i remembered. NOT BAD KEXIN. she thought of his name faster. apparently he is quite a notorious character in scgs. my sec1s. GOSH. and then kevin told me about nicholas having 4 gfs and how brian is looking for his fourth after getting dumped by the last one and dumping the first two and blah and blah and blah. SO. kexin started scolding him and i started defending him. and then he started scolding kexin and me and i defended kexin. in the end, SOMEHOW, that twit arrived at the conclusion that kexin and i were attached. -________________________________________- stupidity just claimed another victim. im sorry it was kevin. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. after that. we were utterly horrified. and we ran away. to no avail. we ran EVERYWHERE. then jacq and kexin split gonzo and went to dance, leaving the menace with hw and i. wow. SO FUN. he was chasing us EVERYWHERE. we shake him off, and then we see him chasing kexin and jacq. how fun (: it lasted more than an hour. and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he freaked kexin and jacqueline out SO BADLY they were screaming their bloody heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he. took out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS RETAINERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________________________________________________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather. disgusting. jacqueline and kexin screamed at him incessantly and he freaked. he ran away. thank goodness? no way. it wasnt the end. not yet. he continued chasing us like everywhere. then i stopped being nice and daoed him ): jacqueline and kexin were desperately trying to get rid of him. in the end. DAOING PAID OFF. he dint disturb us. YAY (: and then. it was SO retarded. its like. we wanted pok to help us at first. then her parents came along. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night. is HISTORY. grace was being ridiculous asking WEIRD questions. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW JACQUELINE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115667782842815578?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115667782842815578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115667782842815578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115667782842815578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115667782842815578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/kevin-sec1.html' title='kevin the sec1'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115660218682744307</id><published>2006-08-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:29:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;liverpool won! LIVERPOOL BEAT WEST HAM 2 - 1 WITH TWO FANTASTIC GOALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entire previous post got deleted. i cant believe blogger. toot! OHWELL. BRIEFLY SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC ROD. the night hawks are in the business at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family night. was weirded (: jacqueline dint push me into the drain. she dint! YAY AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. there is SERIOUSLY something wrong with me. there's got to be more than a MONTH to the EOYs. and i. am. MUGGING. wtf man. SIGH. i just studied bio. chapter 20. OH GOSHH. i can kick myself. REALLY HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off this post that is short which was ORIGINALLY long, i end with a picture since it says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/3611/1600/ROD%202006%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2791/3611/400/ROD%202006%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3 NCC Air Guards 2006-2007.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that dummy rifle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115660218682744307?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115660218682744307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115660218682744307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115660218682744307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115660218682744307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115634768739520927</id><published>2006-08-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:41:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operas and essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its official. my fingers on my left hand have hardened tips again. WOW (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say today was quite a weird day. like really really quite weird. history. relief teacher cause mr das is like on mc. again. she's 19 and she seems pleasant enough. and elliott ng decided his name was frank. she dint get it. hoho. nice job -.- higher chinese. mr chong showed us this lovely video from discovery channel. and it was in english. WOWZA :D first ever. and the video last like 45minutes and the remaining 15 minutes we were asked to read the newspapers. not bad. i actually enjoyed myself at the back of the class. "wahlau why is it suddenly raining!" xD pe was so ______ URGHHHHHH some softie gave in to some people who wanted to play bball AND THERE GOES OUR SOCCER ): idiot. and its like. we still played. 4 vs 6 and the 6 played extremely roughly. and they were so happy they scored and we were playing what. open goal? 4 of us. -.- ryan gets past 3 and meets a wall of people. then we had a bigger court. luke. you fool haha. get past so many people still dont want to pass and let me shoot -.- tried to do henry style lorh. SEE you dint score more than 1 goal HAHA. ironically. the 4 beat the 6 in the end. luke passed to me. GOSH. and i scored HAHAHA so retarded. IHS. same old same old. attacking presentations and shooting them down. i never knew there was such a thing as continued golden ages that involves a break in between after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;only after adwyn said that as an argument -___________- and ms nair wanted us to stop OHWELL. bio. same old stuff. how we are going to die. again. again. again. and again. c maths. variations? yucks. never did like maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. CHINESE OPERA _______ OUTING. the funnest thing. was the bus ride there. when the bus stopped in the middle of the road so the driver could go piss, ryan - "WAHH they said middle road surely they dint mean MIDDLE OF THE ROAD RIGHT" -_______________-" OHWELL hahaha. so hilarious. hahaha. and it was a mini reunion of sorts. eugene did the "tiger claw" on eeming. he screamed. then daniel fought him with his snake. SNAKE -.- and in the end daniel won -.- wow. the chinese opera. gosh. alex chuang was making a nice show up there. blim was being his idiotic self again haha. as usual. and. uh. that was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSAY. i cant believe i finished my language arts essay. i have NO IDEA where i got that motivation from. in one essay i managed to talk about poker, japanese students, plato, the allegory of the cave, the matrix trilogy, backstabbing workers, the domino effect, the crucible and the USA-Iraq war. not bad. i managed to crap so much in less than one and a half hours. 2273 words. grahh. thank goodness im within the word limit. hard to shoot out actually though i nearly did. it was QUITE sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes is playing creep by radiohead. im freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats enough for today. bed. and breakfast. i cant wait. im already hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115634768739520927?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115634768739520927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115634768739520927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115634768739520927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115634768739520927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/operas-and-essays.html' title='operas and essays'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115623728228890734</id><published>2006-08-22T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:01:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pacman, jedi knights and horror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cant believe what happened today before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the incredibly retarded and stupid, the extremely horrific and the disturbing news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. incredibly retarded and stupid. i guess theres something left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be said about tanaan quek's fanscinating imagination involving a tennis racquet and the ohp screen. "I AM A JEDI KNIGHT" and there he goes posing and running around the class. he then whacks the screen consistently till it rolls up and gosh what a loud song it made. and then comes some retarded pose. andd he got caught on video courtesy of gareth. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came douglas wong. he decided to get into the jedi knight stuff and go around class being absolutely retarded as always except today was far from ordinary. he starts chasing tanaan and at the teachers table they start dancing around like what usually would happen in a bollywood movie where the leads dance around a coconut tree. except the teacher's table isnt that tall. soon after douglas blabbers "I AM PACMAN. I EAT VIRUSES FOR BREAKFAST.". absolute hysteria. caught ALSO on video by gareth nah. and then he snatches greg's tennis racquet and goes around proclaiming it as his laser gun. the sound made by it, is spelt "pew" apparently, according to him. so andrew seow joins in and they pretend to be fighting like jedi knights against tanaan who relinquishes control of the tennis racquet and andrew and douglas use pencil cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely horrific. chen ming. oh gosh. why did he get suspended ): omg lah. i was so upset when i heard the news. he doesnt deserve to be suspended from prefect duties. hans still needs him for teachers' day celebrations. i dont want to lose people from the oc. nooo. cannot. why CHEN MING. sigh. plus he's running for council. his chances have dropped drastically now ): and then when we had the meeting in the morning with adriel we see jonathan taylor talking to kevin. why is this happening. why. walking out of the school, chen ming and i see zacary and marcus. this is not happening. please. if you want unity through adversity, this is NOT the way to go. definitely not the way to go. sigh. i wont talk too much on this.  and i thought after rugby c div cheering, that was it. apparently not. council understudies now form a new committee. oh gosh. thank goodness for teachers' day celebrations. im not in the exco. thank goodness. im too busy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings to mind. the horrific news. im too busy ): 2500 word essay and committee report to be done asap like really really asap. oh gosh. sigh? at least i've got ihs presentation out of the way. language arts. oh man. ryan goh. you silly bugger miss school AGAIN? cannot do presentation leh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. back to the essay. i cant decide what to do. maybe i'll just do an introduction. iTunes is looping Broken by Seether. partly cause im playing it on my guitar -.- ohwell. shucks. and jacqueline still wants me to be in a drain. im so going to need every bit of retarded class happenings. who knows. tanaan may think he's like some hobbit tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115623728228890734?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115623728228890734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115623728228890734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115623728228890734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115623728228890734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/pacman-jedi-knights-and-horror.html' title='pacman, jedi knights and horror.'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115615517759917308</id><published>2006-08-21T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:12:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemistry and bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid chipmunks. they're killing me. i CANNOT stop laughing. GOSH. too squeaky for me. i cant stand it. they're too retarded. they sound like they had an overdose of helium in their oxygen tanks. and guess what. (in the clip) they wanted a freaking japanese banana. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. i got my chemistry stuff back. urgh. bananas. they're toxic. they're made up of Barium and 2 Sodium ions. go figure =/ chem. HOW DID I LOSE TO ALAN JOSEPH. O M G LAHH. i seriously cannot believe i was so careless in my introduction leaving out so much. 11/15 for that practical report. and it was strictly marked. thank you mr venthan (: you totally realised man. 12/15 in the end. and i dont think i still beat alan joseph. how did he do it oh gosh URGHHH. im in denial. again. seems to be happening a lot now. geee =/ 75 in percentage. at least its still 6 points. mr venthan wants me to get 7 points. crazy. CRAZY. thats like a freaking band 1 in PRIMARY SCHOOL. 85?! who EVER talks about getting 85 and above nowadays! unless its history or something BUT STILL. 85?! thats pure madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why im SO going to do it. in adwyn chong's face. hrrmph. i shall totally go for the 7 points. and most probably fail along the way. OHWELL. 2 results back, 2 &gt;75 marks. i couldnt be happier. my new seat in class is depressing. its no longer next to the door. i moved one place in front. and its depressing. i can die from heat and i cant run out of class when recess starts. grahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like SO much homework to do. i cant believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;1) lit review for the completed history essay since mr das SUDDENLY requested for it. and i have absolutely no idea how to do it -.-&lt;br /&gt;2) 2500 word language arts essay for the weird competition and i have not even thought about the topic/ world issue =.=&lt;br /&gt;3) language arts a workbook. i tell you. the crucible is the spawn of the devil. totally man. it messes with you. some bird may suddenly come flying at you and you hear tituba singing barbados songs.&lt;br /&gt;4) piano practicals. my exam is coming. i cant believe it. november. urgh. at least 2 hours of practice everyday. i do NOT want to fail grade 6 ):&lt;br /&gt;5) rehearsing for the ihs presentation. i cant believe it. we havent even presented it.&lt;br /&gt;6) making sure ryan finishes the la(B) presentation. -_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item cancelled at family day. what am i going to do =/ jacqueline still insists i get a flower. she seems to have this obsession with flowers. unhealthy i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"new" history teacher tomorrow. poor mr das. long term mc. poof ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work beckons. i cant wait. i shall start blasting weird music into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115615517759917308?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115615517759917308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115615517759917308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115615517759917308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115615517759917308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/chemistry-and-bananas.html' title='chemistry and bananas'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115607899655133009</id><published>2006-08-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:03:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whaaa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i seriously think the internet is going against me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, im posting this using mozilla firefox browser when i can only view my blog properly when im using internet explorer 6! AND i had to uninstall my internet explorer 7 or else i couldnt see my blog. and mozilla doesnt support transparency. how fantastic (: so i have to blog on mozilla and view it on ie6. AND whats more! my ie works fine BUT I JUST CANNOT SIGN IN. whoa! love you microsoft (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats more! TODAY. my lovely modem went haywire. shortly after that, i went haywire as well. ha ha ha very funny modem. nice try. and i fixed it. AND THEN windows messenger live was being an idiot. i couldnt sign in with that. how nice. once again. LOVE YOU MICROSOFT (: -.- and guess what. i used the old version of windows messenger , the dead version since it isnt live, ANDDD it worked. AND THEN i decided to try signing in again with the live one. and it worked -.- THANK YOU MICROSOFT. i think i irritated faith or something ahahaha. kept having to sign in and out. sorry bout it kay! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew chinese projects were fun. fun. hahahaha. FUN. freaking unbelievably neurotic. i think i killed 20000 of my darlings while thinking about the chinese project. i couldnt translate any of the online articles i found about israel vs lebanon. theme was like. international conflict. maybe i should have done the world cup instead. since according to dictionary.com, international is something that involves two or more nations; and conflict is to be at opposition. world cup scenario: italy in the finals. OPPOSITION = france. WE HAVE INTERNATIONAL CONFLICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. daniel. yeo. yin. pin. is rubbing salt in my face. 19 minutes and man u is 4 - 0 up. against fulham. i think fulham just feeling happy today. LET SAHA SCORE YAY! ooo tell you what lets just let man u win we got SO MUCH from them already! rooney is getting suspended SO LETS LET HIM SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubbish i tell you. rubbish. its inhuamane. and liverpool drew 1-1 with SHEFFIELD UNITED? after beating chelsea 2-1 ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you. global warming is messing this world up. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115607899655133009?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115607899655133009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115607899655133009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115607899655133009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115607899655133009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/whaaa.html' title='whaaa?'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115595338040930256</id><published>2006-08-19T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:09:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dc duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boredom. the numbing sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shucks. dc duty now. i have absolutely nothing to do. the people are studying so quietly (: the library is so quiet. ohwell. i can only hear my keyboard and fadhil talking on the phone to davin =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nothing much hahaha yayyy i just remembered my biology marks. and my nsw science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;eat that ryan. i finally beat you by a considerable margin (: 78. and i topped the class. erks -.- nevermind. 7 points, here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nsw. i cant believe levin. why on earth does he ALWAYS beat me by the tiniest of margins. 1 mark. AGAIN. ooo the bagpipers just started playing OUCH my ears. sigh. levin tan. why are you so evil. 36/45 and i still cannot beat you. what is the world coming to mann. but NEVERMIND we're still high distinctions so i wont complain (: next year. NEXT YEAR. you watch out (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;jacqueline wants to push me into the drain. hon wei too. i cant wait -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115595338040930256?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115595338040930256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115595338040930256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115595338040930256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115595338040930256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/dc-duty.html' title='dc duty'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32948283.post-115590729973780073</id><published>2006-08-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:28:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i truly am bored -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;with all those essays and projects piling up, i found myself locked up in the house, unable to go for my meeting.&lt;br /&gt;common sense dictates i should start on my homework. BUT. common sense does not explain the phenomenal attraction of the bed. you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it beckoned to me. nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up. wasted my life away reading newspapers. old ones. very very old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dint find anything else to do. out came the guitar. a few hours of aching fingers left, i decided. out of the blue. to create.this. THING. oh gosh. this monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;HWELL. simple. if all goes well. i'll hopefully remember to lengthen this monstrosity everyday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32948283-115590729973780073?l=incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/feeds/115590729973780073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32948283&amp;postID=115590729973780073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115590729973780073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32948283/posts/default/115590729973780073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentconflagrations.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>peiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14967627297508173061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
