<?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-20228978</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorporeal Evidence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20228978.post-8455236481028996221</id><published>2007-12-18T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:48:35.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I have moved and grown out of blogger. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Taiwan Trip experience will be posted on my LJ. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-8455236481028996221?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/8455236481028996221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=8455236481028996221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/8455236481028996221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/8455236481028996221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-i-have-moved-and-grown-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-2851703946558981500</id><published>2007-11-06T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:57:54.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1 Lit, Econs, Human Geog and H2 Lit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS! And human geog's on the 15th and lit's on the 23rd! Effectively giving me 7 days to study for my h2 lit paper consisting of 3 texts. Why thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge you're very considerate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Even though it's nice to get a spread but you'd hold the thought of having ONE MORE PAPER when everyone else's 'A's are OVER AND DONE WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, dang good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. So-called had to come in and talk after my maths paper today and I was holding my pee super badly. Apparently someone tried and attempted to cheat and got caught by the invigilators in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so naive, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't agree with what he says MOST of the time, I'd have to agree with him for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE MATHS PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stupid okay never mind. Thinking of it will only depress me further. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical geog was rather manageable, except for the dang 8 mark questions in the DRQs. Apparently my 8 mark answers were pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's okay. 5 days to mug for duchess, great expectations, econs and human geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-2851703946558981500?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/2851703946558981500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=2851703946558981500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/2851703946558981500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/2851703946558981500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/11/marvellous.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-4822875235143859887</id><published>2007-10-11T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:35:54.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello empty space. You look rather foreign to me. And when was the last time I updated this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS are over, the 'A's are coming, and everyday is spent either slacking/laughing/studying/sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got her 'Choosing Your Secondary School' book yesterday and of course, the one thing I am most interested in is seeing how Crescent fared in the book. And for every category of awards, Crescent has at least one in every row. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're a girl and am going to secondary 1 next year, CHOOSE CRESCENT!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about schools and since I love to complain about someone so much let me just do it again for the kick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during tuesday's morning assembly that someone &lt;em&gt;graciously &lt;/em&gt;wasted our tutorial time by wanting to scare students and failing terribly. The school is not a place where you get your students to model for you. By calling out guys and describing how they've flouted school rules, you're wasting OUR TIME and your time which could have been put to better use. Almost half of the first lesson of the day was wasted because someone stood up there hogging the mike and talking in 'so-called' half-hardly-comprehensible-and-audible-english/chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some guy who APPARENTLY has long hair AND dyed hair (a horrible colour still!) stood still in the crowd of students apprehensively and in my opinion, is very much of a coward. His hair is not very nice to begin with and anyone who isn't blind nor colour blind can SEE that he's dyed it. And what did he do? Stand there while many people were staring at him and NO TEACHER caught him but caught others who instead didn't have hairstyles as horrendous as his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he should go back to the ghetto. Ghetto ghetto ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. I watched The Nanny Diaries over the weekend. Not the best movie, but better than the rest currently showing nonetheless. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-4822875235143859887?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/4822875235143859887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=4822875235143859887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4822875235143859887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4822875235143859887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-empty-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-7993389769681897724</id><published>2007-07-08T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:30:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is terribly outdated but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Jolin deserved the Golden Melody Awards for Best Female Singer. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm biased but after watching her dance with Stanley Huang (yucks yucks yucks), I dislike her even more. Eeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy that Nicky Lee snagged the award for Best Male Singer. I don't think Lin Jun Jie had a real reason to be that disappointed because Nicky Lee's voice is really really really good. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've ever said how much I CANNOT stand Fahrenheit (why don't they call themselves Celsius instead :/) as a group? Can't sing, can't dance, can't really act save for 1/2 of them and the 1/2 does not include the one with the huge tattoo on his left arm or wherever. You know they had a copy-cat part in one of S.H.E's songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally made my skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sounded VERY VERY VERY bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing them sing that part you would think that Mayday were the best band in the Chinese Entertainment Industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand that Calvin person or whoever he is who LOVES to steal attention. And he did no justice to Brian McKnight's Back At One when he sang it because 1) He cannot sing 2) He tries to act all emotional but fails terribly 3) His english sucks. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that huge beefy (okay maybe not quite) guy with the tattoo? Good-looking? Alright maybe not that much but I don't think he deserves any main role in ANY show. He pales in comparison in his acting to all his female co-stars and I sincerely hope he doesn't act anymore. He should just continue his career as a gym instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of the entertainment rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about conduct in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand middle-aged or better still, men and women in their 30s and late 20s who think and act like annoying 10 year olds. You see old aunties and uncles in the train and you fight with them for seats? Hello? You're not lao kok kok right. You can afford to stand right? You're not in dire need of a seat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely detest disgusting men who take off their slippers/shoes and prop their smelly and sometimes rather black and dirty feet up on the railings where you line to wait for the buses to come in bus interchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your home, uncle, you're being utterly inconsiderate by showing others your smelly and dirty feet. And some partially blind parents allow their children to turn themselves into monkeys and care not when their children act like monkeys and childishly mistake the railings to be sturdy tree branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are agile, I can see that. And even though irrational evolutionists argue that humans originate from monkeys, you need not act like you are actually a monkey. And those children turn and turn and swing and swing whilst their parents stand there, no, sit on those railings and watch them execute these stupid stunts and never try to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must either have cataracts cause you're too blind to see your child doing so, or you must really not care enough about your child to let him/her act like some monkey and allow people to create a lasting and horrible impression of you and your child in your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about cataracts, we watched a documentary on North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I say below is HIGHLY OPINIONATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do read about North Korea's nuclear threats every now and then in the papers, and most people, like myself sometimes, have no feelings towards it AT ALL because those things concern us directly not. However, sometimes I do think that while I'm happily listening to my songs, watching my drama serials, other people in Africa and North Korea and wherever are suffering and suffering and suffering. And their sufferings never seemed real to me until I watched this documentary in class and truthfully, I detest Mr. Kim a lot a lot a lot. With such a sheltered and easy life we have here worrying about our grades and our clothes, we won't fully understand the hearts of people who look similar to us worrying about their survival, what they're going to eat, whether or not their clothes do fully cover their modesty and so on. They don't even have the basics of what sustains humans. Forget about introducing adidas to them when they can't even cover their feet properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about what the documentary portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in North Korea is so propaganda the average person there knows not what the internet is, knows not what a mobile phone is, and obviously not what a playstation is. The house of a privilleged family in Pyongyang is no better than a really average 3/4 room flat in Sinagpore. And Pyongyang isn't at all grand and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the portraits of Kim Il Sung and Kim Jong Il everywhere in their homes, it's not just portraits but even the calendars have his face and him riding a horse and what-not. Kim Jong Il is their saviour. Without him they would have no jobs, no money and no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They praise him everyday (we suspect it's because they are made to do so because if they don't, they might be sent to concentration camps which do exist until now in N. Korea) and if you ask the blinded what they want to see the most when they've regained their sight, they say, "I want to see my great leader Kim Jong Il,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed when they said that but they took it very very seriously. Heck, they even tear and touch the portrait with such tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Nepalese eye doctor had a vision, and his vision was to cure the blind who went blind due to cataracts (and the N.Korean doctors can't do it cause they're so closed up they're not skilled to do so). So, he went with a National Geographic crew disguised as his helpers into N.Korea to help operate on more than 1000 blind people in a time period of ten days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that country was so backward, the doctor had to bring his own equipment and all in order to go in there and accomplish his job. Heck, N.Korean minders went all the way to Nepal to get him and his crew and accompanied him all the way to N.Korea and during his entire stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medical conditions were beyond bad. Even normal clinics in Singapore had better facilities than in their hospitals. So many children are malnourished! And they filmed an operating table which was yellowed and had dried blood stains. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, the Nepalese doctor really operated on more than 1000 blind patients. When the day came for them to take out their eye covering, the entire mass of patients were seated in a hall, and needless to say, three portraits of you-know-who were on the wall, as usual. They had money to hang so many not-so-nice portraits but no money to channel to improve living conditions. When the first person was removed of the sash/eye-covering/whatever-it-is-called, the first thing she did was to walk to the front of the portrait, cry out to the great leader and say, "My great leader, thank you for saving me and my sight, my family and I will serve you forever," and she really cried! Not only did she cry, she raised both her arms and shouted praises to the still, unmoving and stationary portrait without feelings, without sight, and without hearing. The entire mass of patients then stood up with her, raised their arms in the air, and shouted "Man seh!" to the pathetic portrait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man seh means long live and longevity or something of that sort. Purely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one gave any recognition to the doctor who cured them of their vision, as with his crew. NO ONE. NOBODY. Every single one of them praised the still portrait on the wall. Did they think the portrait could respond to them? Or were they brought up this way to be inclined and to give thanks only to some dictatiorial figure who ironically deprived their lives which they thought he had been improving on all these years? Maybe because there were N.Korean minders all over the room and if one person didn't shout unheard praises to the oh so great leader, he or she would really receive punishment from the government. Oh no. There isn't really a government. He or she would receive punishment from the great man himself who indulges in fine wine and good food when many of his people are suffering from malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Who cured you of your blindness? Yes he might have allowed the Nepalese doctor to enter the country. But so what? The doctor did it FREE OF CHARGE didn't he? Did your great leader remove your cataracts and give you new lens? NO NO NO. It was free and your great leader had nothing to lose so why won't he allow the doctor to come in? Why are you singing praises to a still portrait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess Kim Jong Il's ego must be really inflated. His fame in North Korea exceeds that of Michael Jackson (whether famous or infamously famous but that's not the point and that is if the people in N. Korea even know who M.J is but I doubt they do). His posters, his banners, his influence, his portraits are EVERYWHERE. He's not good-looking, in fact he looks quite qian bian to me after you see the squallid conditions in N. Korea in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright and so one person goes up and cries and dramatically goes MAN SEH! Everyone else who comes out does the same thing and I think the entire mass in that hall must have stood up hundreds of times and shouted MAN SEH! more than hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not seem ridiculous but it looks really ridiculous on screen. It was a supposedly sentimental and awe-inspiring moment for the people in N. Korea but to us, or to me, at least, when I saw it, there's nothing I wanted to do more than to laugh. And we did laugh. Everyone laughed spontaneously. It is THAT ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what good Mr. Kim has done and why they're so eager to thank him. If he didn't close off N. Korea to the world, these people could have regained their sight much much earlier because N. Korea would have allowed doctors to go in much more liberally and they didn't have to wait for such a kind of soul of the Nepalese doctor whose work was not recognised by those he served non-stop for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearances of the malnourished kids in N. Korea are really bad. My baby cousin's turning 4 months old in two days and she looks healthier than them. Way way healthier than they are. Asians are supposed to have rather fair skin but they're so dark they look scary, coupled with their bony limbs. It's saddening to see the lives of children destroyed due to their physically capability. They should be playing with Barbies and Lego instead of waiting aimlessly at the run-down hospitals to be treated (or so it seems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to the people there, brainwashed and compelled to abide by the greatness of their so-called leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-7993389769681897724?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/7993389769681897724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=7993389769681897724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7993389769681897724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7993389769681897724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-terribly-outdated-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-4026220542370028301</id><published>2007-05-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:14:27.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blank field. It's been a month since I last saw you. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be ill, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 174 to West Mall yesterday, only after waiting for it for 15 minutes with some sort of sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't help that the bell kept ringing. At first I thought it was some idiot who had nothing better to do but in the end, it was the system's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I met Melodie my head made me very angry. It was aching to no end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache ache ache it did and after we realised that sleeping in the library won't help, we went up to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very kind girl let me sleep on her bed, provided me with dinner and panadol which I initially refused to eat. After that I went to sleep again and by 7.20pm I felt much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we adjourned to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright continuity correction still looks a little complicated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming mightly fine when my brother told me my dad called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy dreaming because I was scolding a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH YES I LOVE TO SCOLD MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was being a pervert at some function and I couldn't take it anymore and pulled him away from my friends(?! okay a little weird but that's how my dream went) and directed him to the door and told him that it was always open for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded till I was so happy because disgusting men really do deserve to be scolded and I was interrupted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dreams don't continue right? ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-4026220542370028301?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/4026220542370028301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=4026220542370028301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4026220542370028301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4026220542370028301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-blank-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-4576581444714474761</id><published>2007-04-29T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:51:14.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found something very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, maybe more than something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RjRmDJZbh4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5MJ5TZoAA2k/s1600-h/Socks+&amp;+Sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058780485692131202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RjRmDJZbh4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5MJ5TZoAA2k/s320/Socks+%26+Sandals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems to be very infamously in fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RjRmfJZbh5I/AAAAAAAAACA/TQWCZZPYd78/s1600-h/Socks+&amp;+Sandals+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058780966728468370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RjRmfJZbh5I/AAAAAAAAACA/TQWCZZPYd78/s320/Socks+%26+Sandals+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing against Ah Peks and middle aged men who wear socks and sandals when they go to the beach or go out to have a walk and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't think it's alright if they wear socks and sandals to their workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By doing so, you're telling people, "Look! I'm sloppy! I wear socks and sandals!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not creating the impression that you want to be respected. You're working. Unless your job requires you to dress in socks and sandals, I see no reason as to why you can allow yourself to wear socks and sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not appropriate, it's not fitting to whatever title or authoritative post you hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urbandictionary.com's definition of socks and sandals : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A footwear combination worn only by the &lt;strong&gt;fashion-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's hot enough for sandals, it's too hot to wear socks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's cold enough to wear socks, it's too cold for sandals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=memuir"&gt;memuir&lt;/a&gt; Aug 19, 2004 &lt;a class="shareoff" onclick="share_toggle(this, 799045, 'http://www.urbanup.com/799045', 'http://del.icio.us/post?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.urbanup.com%2F799045&amp;title=&amp;amp;notes=')" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;email it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures taken from google, my trusty online friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-4576581444714474761?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/4576581444714474761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=4576581444714474761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4576581444714474761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/4576581444714474761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-found-something-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RjRmDJZbh4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5MJ5TZoAA2k/s72-c/Socks+%26+Sandals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20228978.post-7049388679141798312</id><published>2007-03-26T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:55:36.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone barged into class today (rude rude rude) holding a threatening weapon. So scary. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think someone knows manners and compassion because pointing a weapon directly at someone else's face isn't very nice. Neither is shouting and rendering un-needed and un-wanted noise pollution to the people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People won't respect you because you publicly humiliate someone else even though you are of a so-called higher authority. What he did wrong didn't deserve such public humiliation and noise pollution. Do not generate negative externalities unless you are prepared to internalize the costs, which I think are really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that someone's also partially blind just aids to the impression of him in the minds of others to worsen, and worsen by a substantial lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wet hair is tied it will cause damage to the hair! And it was apparent that someone was preparing and thinking of something smart and clever enough to enforce his authority. Sorry, I think you lost the war. Also, when no one's holding a handphone and one claims that someone is actually holding one, it's making unsubstantiated claims. It's a big no-no and very very bad reflection on your part, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accusing without evidence and claim is justifiable to someone who is blind, not to others. So please, think before you speak and knock before barging into places where you should not really be because it brings about the generation of more negative externalities. Disrupting classes, making people annoyed and wasting teaching time in class. It also worsens the negativity people have towards you, such is a fine example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of so-called rantings to express my more than so-called annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at NTUC with my family yesterday when my mum told me to go get a bag of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking and in true fashion of mine, I sang to myself, "Potatoes where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over there, 2nd row from the back,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned, and then this lady was pointing the position of the potatoes out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is first time I heard and experienced someone who actually entertained my silly talks to myself and it was a question I directed to the presently non-living potatoes and not her but I guess she got the point about them not being able to answer my question and thus answered in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too surprised to answer her. I just turned back and "Oh...hahaha,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have looked as lame as a lame lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my 23/100 marks humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear another one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't want to, I'm going to go ahead with it anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has a friend who likes to message him stupid jokes on monday afternoons. So there was one day when he took my siblings and I out for lunch and he told me this joke when I was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 men. One French, one German, and another American. They were walking together and accidentally knocked over a lamp, and out came a genie. So the genie said, "I can grant each of you one wish. See the pool there? Before you jump into it, shout out whatever you want and the pool will turn into whatever you wish for,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the three men were very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French was the first to have a go at his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ran towards the pool, and just before he jumped in, he shouted, "WINE!" and the entire pool was filled with wine and he was inside lapping away like an idiot drinking up all the wine he wanted (which will lead to a lot of negative externalities later but that's not the point) and soaking himself in his fantasy. After he was done, he swam out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing for himself the success of the the French's wish, the German was very excited. He ran and before he jumped into the pool, he shouted, "BEER!" and the entire pool was filled with beer and he also, was inside drowning his esctacy in beer and he didn't know at that moment but he'd have a beer belly very soon after that but that still isn't the point. After he was done, he too swam out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American witnessed both the men and their successes with their wishes and he too was very ecstatic. So, like what they did, he ran to the pool, but just before he jumped in, a banana skin was in the way and he slipped and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the genie granted his wish and he had a pool of manure for his own enjoyment. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-7049388679141798312?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/7049388679141798312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=7049388679141798312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7049388679141798312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7049388679141798312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/03/someone-barged-into-class-today-rude.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-7586115861361026923</id><published>2007-03-11T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:35:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Isabelle, this is for your own delight since looking at babies make you really happy and since you are really fascinated with them and since you just had a baby cousin! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's so cute! And she has so much hair! And her fingers and toes are so tiny they just make you go "Aaaaahhh! So cute!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I know my descriptions are pathetic so why don't you see her for yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long long time since I've spent time to really look a baby and she's so so delicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQRRAA0J2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/d8Cf41v5oIA/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040672866693293922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQRRAA0J2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/d8Cf41v5oIA/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a blur pose. Well technically she isn't blur but let's just leave it at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQTIAA0J6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6lfcgwfLzvI/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674911097726882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQTIAA0J6I/AAAAAAAAABc/6lfcgwfLzvI/s320/DSC00202.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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This expression is what I'd call a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQR-AA0J4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Z6Jaf6phm1c/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040673639787407234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQR-AA0J4I/AAAAAAAAABM/Z6Jaf6phm1c/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQSYQA0J5I/AAAAAAAAABU/8xVs8Xeituc/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674090758973330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQSYQA0J5I/AAAAAAAAABU/8xVs8Xeituc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear you'd be greatly pampered because all of your cousins are at least 11 years older than you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-7586115861361026923?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/7586115861361026923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=7586115861361026923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7586115861361026923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/7586115861361026923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-isabelle-this-is-for-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RfQRRAA0J2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/d8Cf41v5oIA/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20228978.post-8823555792478987989</id><published>2007-03-02T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:29:21.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Germaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm typing this because of you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I have no incentive to blog because not many interesting things happen and there aren't many people or events that I ought to say something about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe today, maybe today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josephine and I love our phones. We discover things in there that make us go crazy with glee and have us laughing non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, if you feel like crap and need something to perk you up, here's something close to someone looking like crap. I may like Dong Bang Shin Ki a lot, but I love retarded and unglam photos too. They make you laugh so much you can cry until your stomach hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like me and Jo when we were in the library this afternoon laughing our butts off at these stupid pictures of unglam celebrities. It's good that these photos are in circulation cause it makes you (alright maybe just me) think that artistes are NOT perfect, as perfect as they may be portrayed to be, and they do have moments when they look exactly like what they should not look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RegfjbQrGdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNLioK829Dc/s1600-h/WAHAHA+Unglam.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037310876687473106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RegfjbQrGdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNLioK829Dc/s320/WAHAHA+Unglam.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to all Jae Joong fans, but I must say this is my favourite photo of him thus far (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/ReggBLQrGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ycALQciJu7Y/s1600-h/Gosh+Sad.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037311387788581346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/ReggBLQrGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ycALQciJu7Y/s320/Gosh+Sad.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If no magazines or newspapers are willing to buy this photo and publish it, I will! It's a worthwhile long-term investment which I think will make people revert from tears of sorrow to uncontrollable laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/ReghKLQrGfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/444lrnCs3_E/s1600-h/HAHA+YOO+CHUN+GIF.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037312641919031794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/ReghKLQrGfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/444lrnCs3_E/s320/HAHA+YOO+CHUN+GIF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DBSK has just won an award, I guess, and whilst the 4 members celebrate in a group hug, Yoo Chun happily jumps away by himself, oblivious to them and being in a world of his own. This is a gif image so if you do see him jumping away in a retarded manner happily, good for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/Regij7QrGgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PyJHZ4qpFqg/s1600-h/Gosh+Yoo+Chun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037314183812291074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/Regij7QrGgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PyJHZ4qpFqg/s320/Gosh+Yoo+Chun.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, Yoo Chun knows how to make himself look stupid. He looks like a friendly vampire and the hair. GOSH THE HAIR IS HORRENDOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, the screencap above came from their MV called Choosey Lover. Love the dance moves and the whole disco feel to it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February was quite a month and this has been quite a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I think I ought to make a trip to Argentina someday to see my fellows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, Li Xin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-8823555792478987989?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/8823555792478987989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=8823555792478987989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/8823555792478987989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/8823555792478987989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/03/germaine-im-typing-this-because-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ivMLEgiADAc/RegfjbQrGdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNLioK829Dc/s72-c/WAHAHA+Unglam.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20228978.post-116997983696880087</id><published>2007-01-28T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:23:56.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last typed anything in this puny field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And January is going to be over so, so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the stress of J2 life yet which means I'm getting nowhere in my studies and revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend everyday worrying and doing nothing and watching my shows instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle, aye, Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE 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/20228978-116997983696880087?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116997983696880087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116997983696880087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116997983696880087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116997983696880087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-typed.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116902391601624826</id><published>2007-01-17T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:51:56.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend's complaining to me about her guy classmates in RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're childish, desperate, loser-ish and idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I thought RJ guys were responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me never to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Let's not live in self-denial. Every school has its bunch of responsible guys and idiotic guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALES RULE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon says MEN ARE PIGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he was talking about that I laughed till I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the &lt;em&gt;yin&lt;/em&gt; has a bit of the &lt;em&gt;yang&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;yang&lt;/em&gt; has a bit of the &lt;em&gt;yin&lt;/em&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fine example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But MEN ARE still PIGS and don't ever try to add women into the statement by saying that men and women aren't at all different because of the &lt;em&gt;yin&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;yang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN ARE PIGS is a fine saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like I like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I take a certain bus everyday and today is no exception, BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two university students were in the queue in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing special about them individually but there's something odd about them if you look at them when they walk &amp; talk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attention: Applying GP skills in everyday life - APPEAL TO POPULARITY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both wear a belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both wear basic tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both carry tote bags of around the same size and similar brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both wear products from Birkenstock on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have long, straight and rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aspire to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I can't stand the most is that they MUST have that same straight long rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost every other university female students looks like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys are sad cases, and so are some very unindividualistic girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116902391601624826?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116902391601624826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116902391601624826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116902391601624826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116902391601624826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-friends-complaining-to-me-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116815656965167591</id><published>2007-01-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:00:55.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why don't people (men, especially) behave properly &amp;amp; appropriately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about chinese traditions but I think smoking shouldn't be allowed at funerals. For one thing smoking harms yourself, and for another, it harms the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people sitting around a table smoking together is guaranteed to harm those ten people &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. It's either you're too blind to read what's on the cigarette pack when you buy it or you choose not to read, which is really really idiotic of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smoke and you harm yourself, and the smoke from the 9 other people around you effectively harms you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to smoke right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only idiots think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it even more when the people (men, especially) put an arm around the chair beside them, prop one of their legs on top of the another, shake that feet which is propped up all whilst holding a cigarette and puffing it to no end, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read some biology textbooks. If you don't know how to read them, get someone to read it out and translate it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'd be good if you print out pictures of distorted lungs due to excessive smoking and display them on your wall permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just really irked by the MEN who were smoking and crunching nuts and making the table dirty without a care in the world yesterday at my grandfather's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they go HA HA HA amongst themselves in hokkien, chinese and other dialects. If not, broken english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNERAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough seeing you smoke and being inconsiderate and causing the innocent people to breathe in the smoke that you exhale. It might be only in my opinion that smoking at an occasion like that is very rude, but I'll stick to it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're short-sighted but if you can smoke you sure can get the money to get yourselves a pair of spectacles cause there were dustbins around the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw it onto the floor and step on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second: Self-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't rent the cooler, you didn't call the casket, you're not part of the family, you have no rights to open the cooler and take out drinks for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain and not your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone just go straight to the cooler and help himself/herself to the drinks inside when they are in no way related to anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you might have come to help and yes, you might be thirsty after all the chanting, but that still doesn't give you the right to take what's not yours. It can be given to you if you ASK but you don't blatantly take what's not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at a funeral people don't have to capacity to show respect to the dead, and to the family of the dead. They do all sorts of sickening things and exhibit all sorts of annoying behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone, of course, just those who are bent on acting that way. And the fact that we have to clean up after them who mis-use their presence irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know he's home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116815656965167591?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116815656965167591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116815656965167591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116815656965167591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116815656965167591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-dont-people-men-especially-behave.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116766431041909394</id><published>2007-01-01T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:19:20.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006 was the year I did a lot of reminiscing. I'm sure that fellow Crescentians dwell on that a lot too but that's not the point cause there's no point in continuing to dwell on 'O' level days when now comes the time for the 'A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish people would stop trying to find topics with academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh so you're J2, taking your 'A' levels this year, must study hard!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh primary six ah, PSLE year right? Which secondary school do you want to go?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't these furthur prove that Singaporeans are really obsessed with academics? I don't think it's a very good thing, but the environment molds you somehow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sharon's house today and I was almost close to devastation when I saw a huge dog waiting at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you may try to convince me that dogs are harmless and that "No, my dog really won't bite!", I still refuse to take a step towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog lovers can never comprehend why people who are afraid of dogs are so afraid of them, and neither can I, a very anti-animals-in-the-house-and-anywhere-else-except-on-the-dining-table person, comprehend why people love animals so much they're willing to bathe with them, share their food, cloth them for fancy dress competitions for animals etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No animals please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that includes all sorts of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even get sick/afraid/disgusted when I look at fishes swimming around in the tank/pond for too long a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got afraid of birds (even those really small ones) after serving my volunteer work at Jurong Bird Park. Now I know where &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;to volunteer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hamsters too. Cute in photos and in cages yes. When they're in your hands and they're getting too close for comfort no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of animal-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones of 2006...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestone #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting school life in my so-called school. I liked it in the first three months and I don't mind the people there and I definetely don't mind my classmates and friends but I do really mind the very so-called domineering authority there. When you can't respect the person you should be respecting the most, you can't respect the school. At least, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestone #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Work. What a friend I haven't thought about for the past month. It's all farewell for this consistent buddy, which is good. Although I can't say the process wasn't enjoyable, I definetely learnt more about differing characters and personalities in different people. It's impossible to expect everything to go the way you want it to, and that is what I have to tell myself and my stubborn pride every now and then, which is by the way, often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestone #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in a new environment. New neighbourhood, new neighbours, new buses to take, new piece of sky outside the window, new disruptions, new winds, new weird people around the neighbourhood. Whenever I walk from my home to the bus-stop, which takes me approximately 5 minutes or so, I'd see all sorts of funny people. And I don't like it. But I have to live with it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestone #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forging friendships with new people &amp; old people.&lt;br /&gt;Zhu Qing, Bernice, Lois, Jia Wei, Vithiya, Xiu Ling, Clara, Jo, Germ, Uncle Neo etc. It's sad that it's this year that my SS class really started to get closer that we have to split in 2007. I hope we'd get back together as a huge and warm class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't really milestones but they are what I had to learn to cope &amp;amp; live with. 2007 would be better with prayers, obedience &amp;amp; submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! 2006 saw the FIFA World Cup! Till then, the South Korean team, I'd cheer for you loudly in 2010. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116766431041909394?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116766431041909394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116766431041909394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116766431041909394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116766431041909394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-was-year-i-did-lot-of-reminiscing.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116758567750643147</id><published>2006-12-31T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:21:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye 2006, hello 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (an hour ago, practically) was my brother's 16th birthday and we went to Swensen's to celebrate! Every year on my birthday I'd never get a treat as such because my birthday, whilst in Crescent, always falls on Common Test days. It was always just a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had Swensen's you know! And well, almost the whole world is celebrating with him. Every year the whole world celebrates with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/207343/Family%20Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/291914/Family%20Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream cake! My dad &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fails to remind me every year when my birthday gets near that he'd never be tricked into buying &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; ice-cream cake for me. He burned a hole in his pocket (or so he claimed to have) when he bought me a Haagen Daaz chocolate ice-cream which cost him $98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he can't complain can he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to the shop and told me to choose, so choose I did and you can't blame me for exquisite taste cause I was only turning 7 then, celebrating the 1st birthday in my primary school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 year-old kids don't really rationalise about how much a cake costs and how huge a hole it'd burn in the pockets of their parents. They care only about the appearance &amp; taste &amp;amp; flavour of the cake - like me, 10 years and more than a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 flew by before I had a chance to bid it goodbye. I can't say it was one of my best years, but it was definetely a memorable and enjoyable one wherein I made many many new friends and found so much more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the first year I had my own room. Something I waited for for 10 years. Aaahhh. Long wait it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the first year I stepped into the cinema so many times. 2 years ago if I ever watched 4 movies in a year I'd consider it quite a great feat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Chronicles of Narnia &lt;em&gt;(I watched this exactly 1 year ago, on 1/1/06)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marrying The Mafia II &lt;em&gt;(ridiculously funny)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I Not Stupid 2/Too&lt;br /&gt;4. Season of Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Fearless &lt;em&gt;(霍霍霍霍霍霍霍霍!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Prestige&lt;br /&gt;7. My Girl &amp; I &lt;em&gt;(Was it in 2006?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Happy Feet &lt;em&gt;(Mumble!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tokyo Drift - The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious&lt;br /&gt;10. The Curse Of The Golden Flower&lt;br /&gt;11. Night At The Museum &lt;em&gt;(My favourite out of all of them!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Silent Hill &lt;em&gt;(How eventful...not.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Flushed Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another gathering later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116758567750643147?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116758567750643147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116758567750643147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116758567750643147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116758567750643147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye-2006-hello-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116739084507787888</id><published>2006-12-29T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:14:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/921178/Me%20in%20Negative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/253460/Me%20in%20Negative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four more days and it's back to school and it's really true that when the holiday comes to a close no one wants it to end but while we're in the midst of it we're so bored that we can't wait for it to end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the many conflicting human thoughts everyone has. Maybe not everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe not everyone watches PSS II but there are a few comments I would like to make about the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;While Season II aired, I could only remember 6/24 contestants from Season I.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot why I used to like the Season I contestants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is my conviction that the chinese entertainment industry thrives much better here as compared to the english counterpart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singapore Idol is very boring as compared to this ; not counting the auditions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realise that even though they may be in a chinese reality show, some of them whip out real good english which leaves me really awed, like Averil &amp;amp; Dawn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The contestants are good represntations of Singaporean culture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is one contestant whom I particularly &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not very nice to say who she is but my reactions are particularly big when she comes on screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She acts like such an Ah Lian and it just irks me to see her on stage. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would be so much better if Ke Wei was in there. She had better a better voice, better looks, and greater potential. If she didn't get replaced by someone the competition would be so much more intense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever it is I just don't like that contestant. And I'm super glad she's out. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116739084507787888?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116739084507787888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116739084507787888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116739084507787888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116739084507787888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/four-more-days-and-its-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116721811503984732</id><published>2006-12-27T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:15:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Downtown East with my SS Class, my brother, Nick &amp; Joyce yesterday and since it was raining, we went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first time actually playing in the arcade and the only game I tried was shooting hoops, and I'm not such a hopeless case at shooting hoops you know? Even though the hoop is like 1.5m away from me but I managed to shoot more than I could imagine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Settlers' Cafe at Clarke Quay and had lunch + games from 2-6. Choice cuts chicken with black pepper sauce is REALLY REALLY REALLY good, trust me. We had free flow of coke &amp;amp; green tea too. And there are many many original and different games there for us to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Apples &amp; Apples, Project X, some balancing game which made us all scream+clap+worry, some golddigging game with cards, Guesstures and some other games which names I do not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone paid $11. Quite a good deal and the toilet was pretty clean, so I was pretty satisfied. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing was that the MRT rides were boring. My brother and I travelled from Boon Lay to Clementi, then from Clementi to Clarke Quay, and from Raffles City back to Boon Lay again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Xiu Ling &amp;amp; Vithiya came over to make Jo's birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of retarded photos with stupid poses and we even did a hair advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, 27th December, is officially the day I laughed the most in the month of December. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/23339/Formal,%20Act%20Cute,%20Formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/243766/Formal%2C%20Act%20Cute%2C%20Formal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a supposed formal shot but look at what Xiu Ling is doing. Ayeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/759437/Hair%20Advertisement!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/349718/Hair%20Advertisement%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hair advertisement! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's retarded I know. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116721811503984732?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116721811503984732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116721811503984732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116721811503984732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116721811503984732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-went-to-downtown-east-with-my-ss.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116679340476455488</id><published>2006-12-22T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T05:16:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's class BBQ was great and even though it DID rain, we still had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met at Clementi it was only Vicky, Ivan, Xin Yi, Germaine, Clara, Metal (Eunice), Hajar, Meena, Sharlene, Josephine and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 282 to West Coast Park and then walked all the way to the park in perfect peace. Well, Xin Yi and Germ walked ahead and then lingered behind the 4 ladies, followed by the two guys, and then Jo, Clara and I who were walking rather far behind the rest of them, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the West Coast Park carpark, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up waiting at some shelter for the rain to stop before we proceeded to Pit 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a hard time starting the fire with only 12 precious fire starters that we were getting quite sad, until someone suggested we ask an uncle who was done BBQ-ing nearby to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He very nicely walked over with A WHOLE BOX OF FIRE STARTERS. The shop which we ordered the charcoal &amp; food from really was too &lt;em&gt;kiam&lt;/em&gt; with the fire starters. It's really rather hard to start a fire with 12 cause the uncle brought 2 whole boxes of fire starters for his own BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fire was good enough, we started with satays and otahs and buffalo wings (but they're chicken meat). Took quite a while but I think we are all pretty established BBQ-ers even though some of the buffalo wings weren't very cooked when the very eager food-testers eagerly tested them. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we BBQ-ed and ate and drank and shortly after Mr. Lim &amp; Beatrice came, having bumped into each other along the way. After that Vithiya called and we all went to get her and saw Keith &amp;amp; Wai Kit accompanied by Ivan &amp; Vicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much later on, to someone's (AHEM) very pleasant surprise, Kenneth came and everyone was teasing him and that someone else. HO HO HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the attendance yesterday included: Vicky, Ivan, Keith, Wai Kit, Kenneth, Xin Yi, Germaine, Clara, Metal (Eunice), Hajar, Meena, Sharlene, Josephine, Beatrice, Vithiya &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/24 - not bad, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I went to watch The Curse Of The Golden Flower with Melodie at West Mall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is a boob-fest. Seriously, the men on the set might have been deliriously happy during the entire filming process because there's really a lot of boobs bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that the women walked really fast and even ran. Maybe 3/4 of the male population watched the show not because of the leading actors/actresses but for the boob action. Melodie kept lamenting on why they couldn't have worn their costumes(?!) higher. And it's really quite distracting when you're trying to concentrate on the movie and most of what you see is...boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both think this is a huge ridicule to asian women. Well, in the end, the men still have it their way and I found the ending rather ambiguous. Whatever it is, the stupid thing is that most of the cast dies and ends up insane. I tend to think of it as a rather silly plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, the one thing I can't tolerate is incest, and there is A LOT of it in this show. Oh my oh my. Step-mother and son, half-brother and half-sister (unknowingly though, but still as disgusting!). So so so so gross. And why does the woman have to lick the guy's finger? If you call it intimate I call it gross. What if the guy just picked his nose before he filmed? Oh gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show didn't have any educational value in my opinion but Chow Yun Fatt and Gong Li acted well and I couldn't help it but snigger when Jay came on screen. He looks very funny in his whole get-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he talks. Gosh. If I could laugh louder I would have. It's just a bit out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't that bad. At least he could cry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Mall cinemas aren't very nice. The toilet is rather freaky, the leg spaces are pathetically small, and today, Melodie said there was a guy burping behind her and there was another man who unceremoniously talking on his phone. I sat nowhere near him but I could hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your etiquette, uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah Yao Ah Ma and Mao Ce CEO sent me Christmas Cards yesterday &amp;amp; today respectively! Thank you dears. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116679340476455488?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116679340476455488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116679340476455488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116679340476455488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116679340476455488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterdays-class-bbq-was-great-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116666979393021642</id><published>2006-12-20T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:01:35.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IRENE! Thank you for the Christmas Card! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piao Piao too (: It was so nice to see her very neat handwriting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Vithiya I think you won't like to read this so don't torture yourself. It's about LITTLE KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love LITTLE KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be noisy, annoying, pesky and irritating, but they are very fun people to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went helping my SS teacher with her outreach programme cum daughter's birthday and what a fine birthday party it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a little girl who like other girls, loves Disney Princesses and all the other PINK things you can possibly find and want. Pink Pink Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/545337/Me%20&amp;%20Shawna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/396358/Me%20%26%20Shawna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting on my lap. She's also five but unbelievably petite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/777446/Keiza,%20Ethan,%20Me%20&amp;%20Shawna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/365136/Keiza%2C%20Ethan%2C%20Me%20%26%20Shawna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are siblings and you can say I've known them since they were babies? Especially the 2 girls. They look very alike right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two on my lap and one on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closest to the girl who literally jumped and placed her chin on top of my head (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from little kids, I love BABIES and TODDLERS too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically kids under the age of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies which are 1-2 months old I don't quite dare carry. But it takes quite a lot to coax babies into your arms. They'd wail after a while and become immediately silent once they're returned to their mother's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is a very cute baby boy who sticks to his mother all the time and it was so rare yesterday that I got to carry him for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/1600/759424/Joshua%20&amp;%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3242/2022/320/266876/Joshua%20%26%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really cute and he has really nice hair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah I just love being with kids :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116666979393021642?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116666979393021642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116666979393021642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116666979393021642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116666979393021642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/irene-thank-you-for-christmas-card.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116625790891941172</id><published>2006-12-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:34:45.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class CIP today was quite a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, next week is a busy week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go broke very soon because there's class bbq on the 21st, and I'm watching The Curse Of The Golden Flower with Melodie on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money no money no money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to ask my daddy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Vithiya &amp; Xiu Ling are coming over on the 27th to prepare something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall spend Monday - Wednesday reading The Duchess Of Malfi which I haven't touched, which isn't good at all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only homework I left untouched is my Tutorial &amp;amp; Assignment 10B which is very very complex and yes, it's called Complex Numbers, which happens to be my 2nd largest nemesis after Trigonometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Clara, if you are reading this, are you free on the 27th? And please do remember to take care of your health. You shouldn't be coughing or anything during Orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain from fried, oily and spicy stuff okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I was watching 10 minutes of POWER RANGERS WILD FORCE on Thursday with my siblings at my grandma's house and that was the first time I realised how stupid the entire program is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do the rangers change into their ranger costumes with just one leap down from one platform to another?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do their vehicles transport themselves from outer space with just a call from them and a signal from their wrist watches?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that the rangers always seem to lose the evil monsters at the beginning and always manage to overpower them at the end by using the same method in slaying them all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many innocent people are killed when the monsters blow themselves up really huge and destroy everything (especially those buildings which crumble and fall) in their path as they try to fight the rangers?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the rangers had the power of destroying them like that at the end then why not immediately resort to controlling their robot and slaying the evil monsters at the beginning? (But if they did this there would be no show to watch.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's stupid when at this age, you look back at these children programmes and realise how retarded and unrealistic they are. I remember I used to adore Yellow Ranger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Power Rangers Wild Force is not nice cause Pink Ranger is not in there and without Pink Ranger, Power Rangers isn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Power Rangers, TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES is coming out in the cinemas next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhh exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ninja Turtles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love X-Men and Super Sonic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BIG BEAR'S HOUSE! And the funny moon he sings to everynight before he goes to bed and before the show ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my ultimate favourite is LITTLE BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhh I love Little Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's currently non-existent. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic School Bus is nice too. Aaaaahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid cartoons that they show now are either too bimbotic or too pathetic. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116625790891941172?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116625790891941172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116625790891941172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116625790891941172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116625790891941172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/class-cip-today-was-quite-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116581058011361952</id><published>2006-12-10T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:16:20.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church camp was very very very good. Am immensely glad that I went and I really managed to learn many wonderful lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mao Ce CEO is in Thailand/Bangkok now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon and safely okay? And please do remember to shop till you drop and bargain until you go hoarse because that's what you do when you're in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway IRENE, I forgot to tag and wish you a Happy Birthday (that is, 2 days ago), so I'm telling you now, Happy Belated Birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you meet Shinhwa once again.&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/20228978-116581058011361952?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116581058011361952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116581058011361952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116581058011361952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116581058011361952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/church-camp-was-very-very-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116498282699773415</id><published>2006-12-01T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:20:27.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constipated.</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really really really really sucks.&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/20228978-116498282699773415?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116498282699773415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116498282699773415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116498282699773415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116498282699773415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/12/constipated.html' title='Constipated.'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116470037078299879</id><published>2006-11-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:56:05.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm under the weather.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get worse when you're down with sorethroat and blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain's 4th album is a good album. Aaahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I cannot tolerate, and one of them is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Pathetic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Pathetic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think this came from the NLB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was primary 5 I was retarded because I LOVED typing like that. Now that I'm J1 I realise the folly I lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, if the organisation wants to cultivate good reading culture they shouldn't put up the advertisement like that should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It defeats the purpose because I do not think that TyPiNg LiKe THiS a FoRm Of CrEaTiViTy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness took me a while to get that out. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is still the 'z' that came after 'work'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these sort of rubbish will cease to exist cause it's a freaking eyesore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I look at it the irksome it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, this one construction really amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is a very &lt;em&gt;kaypo &lt;/em&gt;bunch of people. Since we live a good field away from the MRT construction site, we bought a pair of binoculars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good you can even look at the people walking on the road and scrutinise what they're wearing. We can even see Pioneer Mall which is like a 10 minute walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid this beam in the middle of the night and I missed my witnessing chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MRTExtension2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MRTExtension2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning before they laid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next morning, it's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MrtExtension4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MrtExtension4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this doesn't fascinate you but it works for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MRTLineConstruction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MRTLineConstruction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the materials, manpower and effort just for one beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116470037078299879?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116470037078299879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116470037078299879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116470037078299879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116470037078299879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-under-weather.html' title='I&apos;m under the weather.'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116435374909013554</id><published>2006-11-23T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:48:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanazakarin Kimitachihe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1. I got my period when I was 9.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I'm sure you don't want me to elaborate and tell you more. Although some of you do know. Oh man, I didn't dare move an inch! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I was 1st in K2 for academic performance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true but I don't know how I did it. All I remember is receiving a present that has some HUGE ladybug toy with it. Hmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I have a fish tank at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't stand being around with animals. Hamsters, fishes and eh, birds included. How can I tolerate a fish tank at home?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I think Britney Spears is disgusting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. She's so predictable and when she got married to that idiot of a Kevin or whatever his name is, I knew they were going to separate in due time. So so so predictable. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I love to read.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I have 2 pillows, 2 bolsters and 2 soft toys on my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt;. I have 3 pillows, no bolsters, and 1 soft toy on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. I love Micky Yoo Chun's voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. Very, very, very true. Dong Bang Shin Ki. Aaaaaah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. I shifted 6 times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I've repeated this like, countless of times to people and everyone ends up saying, "Isabelle, you're crazy." Yes, I know, but it's not crazy to move 6 times. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. King Lear is a book that I'd really like to get acquainted with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh man who would like King Lear? Just the 1st ten pages and I'm all ready to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Dong Wan's my favourite Shinhwa member.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. TRUE TRUE TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. I can't live without my handphone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt;. I can live without my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. I like reading TIME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. The magazine does offer me with many things to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Korea's my favourite country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. I can't play musical instruments for nuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. Really, really, really true. I suck with the recorder, I can only look on with awe when people play the piano in front of me, and maybe the only thing I can play is eh, the triangle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. I have my own laptop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Lizards interest me sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I just wonder how they manage to squeeze into the holes in the walls and how they get such a weird looking body and such a puke-inducing colour. I remember lying on my bed and observing a lizard make its way across my bedroom ceiling. It didn't respond to me when I asked it questions, of course. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. I prefer Brian to Fany in Fly To The Sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I prefer Brian's voice and he's entertaining, dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Raspberry Ripple's my favourite ice-cream flavour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. I have never consulted a teacher out of my own will before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true. I hate consultations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. My computer mouse is in a very good condition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt;. It looks pretty bad but without it, I'm pretty hopeless with my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend and watch Green Rose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116435374909013554?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116435374909013554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116435374909013554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116435374909013554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116435374909013554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/hanazakarin-kimitachihe.html' title='Hanazakarin Kimitachihe!'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116418484677499321</id><published>2006-11-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:06:33.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The English Assassin.</title><content type='html'>Attention LECK SZE YUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;2) Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the &lt;em&gt;threshold of believability&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;(I beg to differ)&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;4) Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;Get 5 others to do the same.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I'm a lazy person.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got my period when I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was 1st in K2 for academic performance.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a fish tank at home.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think Britney Spears is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have 2 pillows, 2 bolsters and 2 soft toys on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love Micky Yoo Chun's voice.&lt;br /&gt;8. I shifted 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;9. King Lear is a book that I'd really like to get acquainted with.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dong Wan's my favorite Shinhwa member.&lt;br /&gt;11. I can't live without my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like reading TIME.&lt;br /&gt;13. Korea's my favourite country.&lt;br /&gt;14. I can't play musical instruments for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have my own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;16. Lizards interest me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;17. I prefer Brian to Fany in Fly To The Sky.&lt;br /&gt;18. Raspberry Ripple's my favourite ice-cream flavour.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have never consulted a teacher out of my own will before.&lt;br /&gt;20. My computer mouse is in a very good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy guessing. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116418484677499321?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116418484677499321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116418484677499321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116418484677499321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116418484677499321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/english-assassin.html' title='The English Assassin.'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116402352477822723</id><published>2006-11-20T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T04:18:33.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no grass on the busy road, no hair on the clever head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Post2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Post2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I drew how Kayda's room looks like is because I wanted to say something about the wonders a mirror can achieve. &lt;em&gt;(Albeit I drew it a little too small)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice was having some difficulty watching the movie and I noticed something so I went, "You can watch from the mirror!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For purpose's sake, Miss Kayda Soh made us both turn to the mirror and watch the movie from there so this picture resulted from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MeEx-Partner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/MeEx-Partner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116402352477822723?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116402352477822723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116402352477822723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116402352477822723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116402352477822723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-grass-on-busy-road-no-hair-on.html' title='no grass on the busy road, no hair on the clever head.'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116376489935355651</id><published>2006-11-17T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:01:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa :\</title><content type='html'>The first thing Renee and I saw when we got there was some banner calling out to the likes of &lt;s&gt;wannabe&lt;/s&gt; beach hunks and beach babes in a Beach Hunk &amp; Babe Contest of the year 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃饱没事做是不是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一定是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people would want to go to Sentosa for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is in the way some people dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. You don't wear heels and complain that they've been hurting since the moment you put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wear heels to Sentosa to take them off once you settle down in the bus and start complaining to your 姐妹s that your feet hurts hurts hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the stupid one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was painful once you put it on aren't you too much of an idiot to wear it when you know you're going to do a fair bit of walking since we're talking about Sentosa here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd clap for you if you manage to walk on the sand for a full five minutes and not scrunch up your face nor cringe from the blistering pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway our first aid duty consisted of us going to Sentosa by ourselves (Thanks to the man who thinks he's so great. Urgh. :X), sitting/standing/walking around talking to Stella &amp; Tommy, walking to the Hotel toilet and enjoying the momentary bliss from the hot sun and going out of Sentosa by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh that man talks too much and is far too nosy and I can't write his big name here cause he has so many close connections around it's scary. But he's just downright annoying when he shouldn't be the least bit involved. Ch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella's skin is getting thicker and it's because we talk almost every Wednesday. She's learning from us and learning fast. Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Tommy the very enthusiastic and loud one cheered in our proximity and caused us both to be left with no choice but to shut our ears momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, primary school kids nowadays have all the attitude there is in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are flirty, bimbotic, rich, over-dressed, arrogant, quick-tempered save for some really cute and enthusiastic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl flirting with one of the facilitators and her hair-band need not be on her head but it's placed there so she could hold her fringe and allow it to fall and cover 1/5 of her face very gracefully. How very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this really enthusiastic boy in a yellow shirt and white specs and he was the only one that everyone praised. ONLY ONE. (This is the title of a Shinhwa song too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this scrawny boy with the air of an AH BENG. The way he walks, his shirt, the way he presents himself. Sad or what. You're only primary 6 you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to sources he fought? Or almost picked up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to fight? Or do you think by fighting you can get people to notice you? I think it will only lead to people detesting you because you have a lousy temper you cannot control at the mere age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so you're done with PSLE and you're feeling like the shark of your primary school? When you get the secondary school they'd have you feeling like a pathetic piece of algae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you redeem your attitude before it has the chance and potential to turn worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bratty aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116376489935355651?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116376489935355651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116376489935355651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116376489935355651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116376489935355651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/sentosa.html' title='sentosa :\'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116359040873761953</id><published>2006-11-15T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T03:52:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a retard (:</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Sentosa on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But at least I have Ah Nae and the Mao Ce CEO.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my least favourite places in Singapore because it &lt;u&gt;exploits&lt;/u&gt; (where's the price discrimination?!) money like mad but it's better having somewhere to go and something to do and people to talk to than staying at home and doing Maths like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so demoralized by Complex Numbers I did my Differentiation Tutorial for 3/4 hours instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is slow when it comes to maths so I have 3/4 hours you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I completed it save the last 2 questions and some others which I have absolutely no heart to go on to think and think and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father called and I was telling him I was doing Maths and he was like, "Woah, what a good girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt will consciously creep into my heart and mind if I do not touch it and since I haven't touched homework for like 6 days, it already seeped into my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I didn't have the nerve to defy the sinking feeling of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Tutorial 11 is complete! I feel 5% accomplished. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored last night so I did more editing and I realised that with nice fonts you can do loads. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Funny. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;strong&gt;Marco&lt;/strong&gt;, always victimised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I take immense pride in doing such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever want me to help contribute to your photos in any way, you are welcome to ask for help. That is if you don't mind what comes out of my head and finger tips. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for Jo-Hsuan's address and I realised I didn't have it, and came across this letter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter we exchanged during farewell, 14th October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one I wrote her was 3-4 pages long? You can't blame me cause one of the things I LOVE to do it to WRITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, at 22nd ( --&gt; 历史性的一刻) March, we became partners! That's when I really got to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're forever bickering about 22 and 23 because her birthday's 22/5 and mine's 23/2. Hence, the natural number war between 22 and 23. :D I always feel utterly triumphant when I see something that is 23 instead of 22, likewise for her if it's 22 instead of 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First, I must get used to your handwriting (&lt;em&gt;(:)&lt;/em&gt;. It took me weeks to "learn" how to read. Second, I must get used to your 厚度 (&lt;em&gt;I'm super thick-skinned you see.).&lt;/em&gt; And third, I must get used to your laughter because sometimes you can't stop laughing, sometimes you even cry [Shocked].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes. My handwriting is deemed eternally illegible to some people and if people borrow my notes, after a while they'd go, "Eh Isabelle, what word is this?" and sometimes I'd go, "Eh. Wait. Ohhhh. It's so-and-so." I admit it gets illegible sometimes. I'm less thick-skinned now cause it's much much much easier to be thick-skinned with people in an all-girls and more comfortable environment. Have I ever mentioned how thick-skinned Raseena gets sometimes? She does it to entertain herself. So do I, actually. This is what I call successful self-amusement. Something I do &lt;s&gt;very very very&lt;/s&gt; vey vey vey often. Ah yes and I laugh a lot too. I can laugh till I roll on the floor and tear my skirt (Urh I have evidence!) or till I run to the toilet and continue laughing even after I'm out for a while. Seriously, laughing till tearing isn't that bad. It's pretty common for someone like me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when Sheryl, Ge Yi, Renee and I stayed back for log-drying duty and GOSH. We laughed till Sheryl said my eyes were like taps. My laughter-induced tears, like how water gushes down from the taps, gushes down from my eyes. You know when people laugh too hard they hold their stomach and no sound escapes from their lips? Yes. That time the 4 of us were in that utterly suaku state for more than 2 times. If you imagine it it's quite retarded cause you're holding your stomach with your mouth open wide, eyes closed and your body is being jerked involuntarily from the incessant laughter. Retarded sight to behold so yes, I do admit I am a huge retard at times. When you think no one is laughing you're wrong cause everyone is laughing too hard at the moment no one is able to produce any laughing sound due to energy wasted in maintaining that retarded position instead of it being released as sound energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is our farewell day. But I know that this wouldn't be our last time meeting each other cos our friendship is everlasting! For the past 207 days, you have tolerated my laziness, cold jokes &lt;em&gt;(She's super good at this!)&lt;/em&gt;, not replying sms, being whiny and stupid stuffs. Isabelle, 你真得很利害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 2nd sentence! And why 207 days? She told me at the beginning of the letter that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's been 6 months and 24 days (207) days since we first became partners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a very simple and short letter but this is one letter that invokes many many memories in me everytime I read it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the longest sms she sent me was one that amounted to 4/5 messages. And on my birthday this year, she sent me a message early in the wee hours of the morning and then late at night, effectively wishing me twice at the beginning and ending respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my partner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your homework everybody! One done is one less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116359040873761953?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116359040873761953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116359040873761953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116359040873761953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116359040873761953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-retard.html' title='I&apos;m a retard (:'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116333809857528113</id><published>2006-11-12T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:30:54.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/CRESCENT!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/CRESCENT%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see what the picture says? If you can't, you can click on it to enlarge it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think everything is pretty much okay except for the 'T' which is out of proportion. Sorry, broad shoulders. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It basically says CRESCENT with my hands and legs and eh yah, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know my favourite thing to do ; to take economic neo-prints? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, we did it again! &lt;em&gt;(This reminds me of Britney Spears who is such a predictable lady.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ran away from the Anti-shop Theft Seminar half-way because it was too overbearing and too atmosphere-less, we went to Lot 1 and yes, you've guessed it, smart you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our (actually, my) destination: Neo-print shop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All images courtesy of Raseena/Marco/Rosie (MWAHAHA)'s camera (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry if this looks lame well cause, I'm quite a lame person you can't expect really normal stuff to come out from what I do most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's good, to break free of norms. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/Neo-print2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of this cause I like the fonts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Metal if you're reading this I would like you thank you endlessly for opening my eyes to PRINT SCREEN cause without it, none of these would be possible. Thanks a lot my chemically significant other! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically saturday was a good day cause I was much looking forward to it having dreaded the days when I was stuck at home with much to do but much reluctance to complete them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Econs Case Study is so LONG and DIFFICULT that I fell asleep after reading it for the second time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw a few Crescent people at CCK MRT and it was a family reunion. We talked so loud and were so noisy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's all good, it's a good feeling. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to Veeevo tomorrow, have a great week ahead everyone. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116333809857528113?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116333809857528113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116333809857528113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116333809857528113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116333809857528113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-see-what-picture-says-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116316810621634216</id><published>2006-11-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:41:27.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Crescent Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Coincidentally, if my memory doesn't fail me (no at this age it shouldn't), Crescent's quarterly magazine's called Crescent Chronicles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like reliving my Crescent days after reading Eunice's and Kayda's blogs, cause they made me laugh quite madly remembering those stupid things we did and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm sorry if you are not some avid green lover but I am, hence the entire blogskin and cbox colour code. I was getting sick of black. And, one day, when I feel like doing so, I'd change the ??? in the blog layout to Crescent. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidenote: Renee asked me to add this: sdsm= self-destruction, self mutation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHRAWHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the topic on Crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not being armed with a camera in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really quite many fun moments to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so unlike in where I am at now when we have to use our handphones under our desk and have to stuff sweets and what-nots under our desks and sneak them into our very willing mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH. Even if you message and eat in front of teachers, they won't even look at you. Instead, they go, "I want to eat too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I really missed sitting with Eunice and Jo-Hsuan. When I sat with Eunice we were always well, either taking sweets from Maxie and Yi Ling or eating our own or turning back to talk to Raseena and Huey Huey or talking amongst ourselves and laughing at stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Eunice complains a lot...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I sat with Jo-Hsuan I'd laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly before I sat with her my spoken chinese was quite limited. Once I started sitting with her, I learnt a lot of 有的没有的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Taiwanese people say a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I love laughing over stupid and retarded things and I don't know what's so wrong with us cause one word can set us laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I miss my partners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have a permanent sitting partner cause there'd be times which you can always remember and reminisce about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 life has come to a standstill. I think this year passed faster than last year. I don't even think I learnt and accomplished anything this year and then zoom, I'm off to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid when you want to say things out openly and you are unable to. Even though I still do, it's much much much more mild now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to announce to the whole world (alright my classmates) that my &lt;s&gt;menses&lt;/s&gt; period came and everyone would be "Me too! Mine's coming soon! Sad!" and some would even "Isabelleeee, I have my periodddddd. Ahhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever mine comes, Si Ying's would, Yin Xi's would. Weird. We are all February babies and we get our periods together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periods. Periods. Periods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying times of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good after typing that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, I think I miss Silent Reading sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, look at me now, I don't even READ. This is bad because I was a straight bookworm since I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read almost all I could of Enid Blyton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Jane series (I'm always amused by their freedom), Five Find Outers, The Naughtiest Girl series, Malory Towers and all the kiddy pixies and elfs and dancing teddies and teapots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary 4-5 I read The Babysitters' Club, Sweet Valley, Animal Ark, Replica and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in sec 1-4 I read romance, thriller, suspense yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I go to the library I don't even manage to finish ONE book. I don't think I've ever completed ONE book this year, maybe except Shall We Tell The President and City of Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fantabulous books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I end up reading now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictionpress works and Soompi/Shinhwa Changjo fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they aren't good but it's very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a HUGE bookworm before and I visited the library EVERYWEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle the bookworm please come back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a K-pop music addict now instead. How time changes people. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sidetracked too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRESCENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if you have a sister who's P6, and when she asks you, "Which secondary school should I go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell her, "CRESCENT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if she doesn't have to confidence to get in. I didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just put it as the FIRST CHOICE and you'd see very very happy people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes my beloved partner's going to burn WONTAK'S ANGEL for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad cause Singapore doesn't air this movie and the chances of finding it at any CD shop is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Shinhwa fever can be ignited into my boring holidays! Whoopdedo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me cause I'm usually not so pathetically childish but yes, I've been waiting to catch Mr. Lee Min Woo and HaHa on the big screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is the big screen now shall be replaced by my &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my afternoon watching the Dong Bang boys and now I'm hopelessly hooked. I used to think Micky looked like some monkey but really, he's very charismatic when he sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I know I'm pathetic but before I finish this off I'm going to show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad if you don't want to see cause I'm going to put it here anyway. &lt;em&gt;(Yes I know I use this foolishly empty threat very often)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/RaseenasGoofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/vertical_grey/RaseenasGoofy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raseena/Marco/Rosie (Hoho) drew it for me in the conversation window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The art of print screen. Ahhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116316810621634216?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116316810621634216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116316810621634216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116316810621634216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116316810621634216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/real-crescent-chronicles.html' title='The Real Crescent Chronicles'/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116305768934314666</id><published>2006-11-08T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T05:03:44.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I should never try things out of my allocated norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I ponned school I got a scolding by Mr. So-called the next day. One that lasted for nearly an hour in the freezing air-conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I went to school with just a file and purse it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rained!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sad or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus I think I should stick to my allocated norm and try not to try things which are out of my box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh holidays are boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have truckloads of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well maybe not but it's quite a bit to want to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;G.P homework&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Econs Tutorial 9 Case Study 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;Econs Tutorial 9 Case Study 2&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Took me 2 hours!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;Econs Tutorial 9 Essay Question 2 outline&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) Maths Tutorial 10B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6) Maths Assignment 10B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7) &lt;s&gt;Maths Tutorial 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Took me 3 hours!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8) &lt;s&gt;Maths Assignment 11&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yes yes finally!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9) &lt;s&gt;Maths November Holiday Assigment&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which means we have a December one too?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10) Read Duchess of Malfi and all the other lit texts. &lt;em&gt;(Bleargh. Literature is the subject I did the worst in.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ennui ennui ennui go away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116305768934314666?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116305768934314666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116305768934314666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116305768934314666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116305768934314666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-should-never-try-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116298178345292979</id><published>2006-11-08T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T03:48:25.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a hypocrite to myself everytime I type, well maybe not everytime, but 90% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing my &lt;s&gt;mock&lt;/s&gt; enthusiasm with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm really quite relieved that PW is over and done with I have no idea how I should express that because well, the entire PW journey had its annoying as well as fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back and looking at my surroundings, I realise that my group isn't that bad after all. I'm pretty proud of us actually, even Keith, who so disgustingly and eeeww-ingly disguised his ear stud with an out-of-place plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have NO IDEA how much I laughed over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine your ear lobe covered with a huge plaster which isn't even plastered on correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny is the understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of the groups in my group of groups (right not confusing) presented a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness I laughed rather badly and it's very very hard to keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the part when Ernest said the station announcement in 4 different languages as well as the Doors Closing di di di di di thing. Haha. Innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my promotional examination results, not impressive but the moderation did help quite a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle you gotta work harder for next year, aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo is a very funny korean expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a mother telling her child he/she shouldn't be doing this/that, they'd go, "Aigoo. Yah! Anni!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my korean sucks so I apologise if you get not what I mean and I am too ashamed to tell you my original intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of familiarity come over me when my friend me online that her monthly visitor just came and since she's having her OP presentation tomorrow, she's annoyed cause it will be very very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man that was what I used to hear ALL THE TIME, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad, but it's inevitable that you have to adjust and learn to be more so-called courteous in speech now that you're in a different place at a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of so-called stuff, Mr. So-called's signature is EEEEEHHH. The moment you look at it you'd feel weird. I don't know if he has something against me cause he signed it with the retarded face where you have the two dots as the eyes and then one long line under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be feeling so-called not good on that so-called day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very so-called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye. There's much of TV for me to watch later. Hoho. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116298178345292979?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116298178345292979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116298178345292979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116298178345292979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116298178345292979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-like-hypocrite-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116256764707437204</id><published>2006-11-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:33:28.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g144/vvithiya/EditedversionofTheMAOCEChronicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g144/vvithiya/EditedversionofTheMAOCEChronicles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Vithiya asked me to do : Post up this photo of the MAO CE CRESCENT CHRONICLES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays, everyone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116256764707437204?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116256764707437204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116256764707437204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116256764707437204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116256764707437204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-what-vithiya-asked-me-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116246743665524513</id><published>2006-11-02T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T03:43:03.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you see some alien language here, change your encoding to unicode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;梁山伯与茱丽叶&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词曲:曹格&lt;br /&gt;专辑:习惯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：我的心唱首歌给你&lt;br /&gt;听歌词是如此的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;可是我害羞我没有勇气&lt;br /&gt;对你说一句我爱你&lt;br /&gt;女：为什么你还是不言不语&lt;br /&gt;难道(是)你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;不管你用什么方式表明&lt;br /&gt;我会对你说我愿意&lt;br /&gt;男：千言万语里&lt;br /&gt;只有一句话能表白我的心&lt;br /&gt;女：千言万语里&lt;br /&gt;只有一句话就&lt;br /&gt;合：能够让我们相偎相依&lt;br /&gt;男：我爱你你是我的茱丽叶&lt;br /&gt;（女：茱丽叶）&lt;br /&gt;我愿意变成你的粱山伯&lt;br /&gt;合：幸福的每一天&lt;br /&gt;浪漫的每一夜&lt;br /&gt;女：把爱&lt;br /&gt;男：永远&lt;br /&gt;女：不放开&lt;br /&gt;男：I love you&lt;br /&gt;女：我爱你你是我的罗密欧&lt;br /&gt;（男：罗密欧）&lt;br /&gt;我愿意变成你的祝英台&lt;br /&gt;合：幸福的每一天&lt;br /&gt;浪漫的每一夜&lt;br /&gt;美丽的爱情祝福着未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty song. 曹格's a musical genius. Just in case you're unaware of who 卓文萱 is, she's a singer who's been in the industry for 5 years and is making a comeback with her second album after many many changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song! I like the way it mixes the western and eastern Romeo &amp; Juliet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's the chinese paper so a bit of chinese will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I love this song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite boring when you stay at home and have only 5.00pm to look forward to. I watch 百分百 whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh. I like shows which induce my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X Man too. But the thing is that it's not easily available. But X Man's not too good cause I laugh till I cramp my jaw everytime I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh so hard that your jaw can't even move and your laughter is just stuck inside waiting to come out collectively cause it's just so so so funny. I always have to pat my jaws after watching X Man. Gosh I love the programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when there's Shinhwa, Dong Bang Shin Ki, Fly To The Sky &amp;amp; Kim Jong Min though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Myung Soo, MC Yoo, Kang Ho Dong, Haha and Miss Shin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about Park Myung Soo's face is enough to make me want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky Myung Soo my foot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I'm talking to myself cause only people like Renee, Vania, Xiu Ling, Li Xin and Irene would know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes self-amusement is good you know. Keeps you occupied when you want to come out of an awkward situation. Talking to yourself is good too, even though you might receive some weird looks from people (like I do sometimes), but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever I just typed won't really make much sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Goh says I have to make my presentation more &lt;em&gt;dynamic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of mass movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Associations as such are too far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah whatever I'm off to well, do something which I should not confess out in black and white here. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116246743665524513?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116246743665524513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116246743665524513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116246743665524513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116246743665524513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-see-some-alien-language-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116220974653342331</id><published>2006-10-30T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T04:02:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today isn't a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel good when you get a headache coaching your sister maths, neither does it feel good when you're trying to get people to co-operate with you and they end up doing the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abhor it when people take their own sweet time to do what they want, and do not show much seriousness and responsibility towards what they need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appalls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am temperamental, I know my expectations are high, but I don't think you reserve the right to demean what I've done, and I don't think that's what you do when you check back and realise that you've contributed to the minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how people can survive if they continue to carry this attitude even till the later years of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the so-called SASR can be infuriating to hear at times, I am ashamed to admit it does have its value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just do not have a sense of appreciation and a sense of responsibility &lt;em&gt;(not that I love the school a whole lot but this is just apt)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying that the amount of money and effort you put into trying to improve something never comes in effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so the attendance part is fulfilled, so there was a bit of the talk and the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then where's the rest of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least from my point of view I see none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when people take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it too often and I think I'm getting immune to the half-torture half-pain when it happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do all of it for you and when you talk you give that 10% of bullshit which should not be in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that you should have done it YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the element of that in your presentation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been spoon-fed ; and I don't see how anything can work out unless something tangible is given to you which you can work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you take all these spoon-feeding for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they fall from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the time to type, to think and to refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes have been opened to so much this year I think I've changed in a few ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can holler, I'd feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116220974653342331?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116220974653342331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116220974653342331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116220974653342331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116220974653342331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-isnt-very-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116213145122554739</id><published>2006-10-29T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T06:17:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a slave to technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've never given much thoughts to the tempatations of new handphones, but I really really like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Aaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Aaah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's white, it's pretty, I like its functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we really &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;slaves to technology. Well, at least, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off in sec 1 with a Nokia 8210 (those were the days), then getting a Nokia 6510 for $68 (you see I even remember the model AND the price) afterwhich it was stolen by some unscrupulous person cause of my sole stupidity, I got a Samsung X430 for a hundred plus, and now, it's Samsung E630 for $288.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at that and going, "Awww...how pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our expectations just keep climbing and they never do know when to start descending do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a slave to materialism too. Gahhh this should not continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me how it can cease to continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather impossible, given the environment and society which pressurizes you to conform. I do not like the word conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel pathetic, like I can't follow what I think is the right way of doing things. Ch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah I feel like HOLLERING at him. CH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116213145122554739?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116213145122554739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116213145122554739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116213145122554739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116213145122554739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-slave-to-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116186658465020751</id><published>2006-10-26T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:32:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I woke up to a so-called day, ate my so-called breakfast, boarded the so-called bus, and got to the so-called school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you annoyed already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the so-called journey does not end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how is it possible to command respect for a so-called authoritative figure when it comes to dressing down in the form of so-called sandals and socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when so-called speeches are so highly irrelevant they steer towards personal history and achievements (some people have the tendency to do that often), all that comes into my mind is, "Oh, what a brag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sure, a thousand other people, if not more, are masters of organic chemistry and of the structures in a plant as well as the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, what point does it make to boast of that achievement? And how ironic is the statement about a student not grasping a language in the way he should when that someone who is judging isn't perfectly fluent with another universal language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps if you can examine yourself before talking about someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone makes that mistake, but not everyone blatantly and indignantly makes it in front of a huge crowd when the linguistic errors are so clear to your ears you can't help but try to stifle your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, stifling a laughter and trying to pass it off as a cough isn't easy when the room is so relatively silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that was uttered, I believe, only 2% of it had any relevance to why I was there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens when you want to try to prove yourself and end up bringing the sins of yesterday on to today so one is able to harp harp and harp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't really need to know how much you get, we don't want to know that you are capable of defending yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's stupid to ask stupid questions and expect answers which you know that the crowd won't give. So what if people actually comply and raise their hands? Not everyone wants to be so blatantly honest, and whatever modes or numbers of transport which we get to some place by, I believe, is the least of concerns amongst the prevailing and apparent problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the argument got dragged and pathetically extended to NE was beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jams do happen, and innocent people who happen to leave their homes 1.5 hours before school starts are not always excluded from being held up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, scold once and it's pretty enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be sitting/standing there listening to an old grandfather story over and over and about the 8 favourite letters of the alphabet people so love to emphasize on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reaction you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah yah whatever. I do not read the instituitions's 101 rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to turn deaf ears onto what you do not want to repeatedly hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of this so-called saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can we do? How do we salvage this situation? Is it possible to turn it onto a less rocky path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116186658465020751?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116186658465020751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116186658465020751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116186658465020751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116186658465020751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-woke-up-to-so-called-day-ate-my-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116178791672352699</id><published>2006-10-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:51:56.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annyong Hasaeyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to know about what I wrote in my history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't, you're going to hear it anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PONNED SCHOOL TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time in my entire life, and the last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents actually allowed. That is a huge breakthrough in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I emphasized my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man Clara got me to watch a youtube video about a lecturer at NTU. He's freaking funny. I watched it twice and am not sick of it. The first video I favourited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright anyway I had fun today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I ponned school, and what's best, is that I went out while I ponned school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised at myself and I was afraid that my father was angry so last night I asked him if I was allowed to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like some huge burden lifted off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched THE PRESTIGE with the girls at Bishan Junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had to travel far to prevent any might-be and unforeseen circumstances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the movie in itself is confusing. Utterly bewildering, but a good movie. I think the director did a very good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was superb, the scenes and lighting and everything, the cast, the set EVERYTHING. This is the first time I gave so much thought to the artistic element of a movie. This movie surely has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman is handsome, but his character in there is befuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I came to realise that magic tricks are cruel and magicians live to cheat, deceive, and to embrace the work of their deception with the thunderous applause of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my first time entering a cinema willingly watching a Hollywood blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go in it's for some korean show, or Harry Potter, or some animation that children go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the traumatising experiences of House Of Wax &lt;em&gt;(yuck yuck yuck)&lt;/em&gt; and Silent Hill &lt;em&gt;(eew eew eew).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. P wants to see those who ponned today tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! I'm having PW. :&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from THE PRESTIGE, we went to take free neo-prints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay again again again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blogger. I typed a long exciting post and now it's GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my positive externalities rubbish is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116178791672352699?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116178791672352699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116178791672352699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116178791672352699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116178791672352699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/annyong-hasaeyo-care-to-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116169454194363221</id><published>2006-10-24T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:34:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do something historic in Isabelle's history tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really historical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm done with the GP holiday homework and it was fun doing it! I like to challenge myself linguistically even though sometimes I do end up feeling pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know raison d'etre was a phrase? My friend used it once and I never knew it had a meaning. It's fun exposing myself to such things and I never knew what avant garde meant until today even though I see it so often now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Singaporeans found themselves a new fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;korean&lt;/em&gt; fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(excited excited)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS HOURS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong in romanization, 野蛮王妃 in chinese, and 궁 in korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Chae Gyung is someone who is very lovable, Shin is someone who feels and is touched easily but doesn't ever show it, Yul is someone so devastatingly cute it's hard not to like him, and Hyo Rin is someone who deserves to be kicked out to outer space, especially after her time in Thailand with Shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the character of Hyo Rin a lot a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third parties in these dramas may be all nice and sweet some way or another in the beginning, but they NEVER FAIL to become unbearable when it's nearing the centre and at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEARGH BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt highly triumphant when Chae Gyung was feeling dizzy and Hyo Rin was standing there talking to her watching her faint because who came to her rescue? SHIN GOON! And who felt utterly jealous? MIN HYO RIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as I felt for Yul when he RUSHED to her and held her in his arms, I was screaming and shouting like an untamed wild elephant when Shin came in, asserted all his rights and authority as her husband without saying a word, gathered her into his arms, picked her up, and carried her all the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah I love episode 15, 17, 23 and 24 :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the subbing on the television anyway. When I say Chae Gyung my siblings ask me who is that. I have to say 'Cai Jing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yul Goon in hanyupinyin is Li Xin? More like Lu Jun, with the two dots on top of the first 'u' vowel which I can't depict here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to present 06A03's Shin &amp; Chae Gyung. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Shin%20&amp;amp;%20Chae%20Gyung%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Shin%20%26%20Chae%20Gyung%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&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/20228978-116169454194363221?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116169454194363221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116169454194363221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116169454194363221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116169454194363221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-im-going-to-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116140310288460333</id><published>2006-10-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:58:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Grease - An 06A03 Production&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/4UOd4MhXOao"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/4UOd4MhXOao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/20228978-116140310288460333?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116140310288460333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116140310288460333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116140310288460333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116140310288460333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/grease-06a03-production.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116139794212853627</id><published>2006-10-20T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:58:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a positively tiring day, but I really enjoyed watching my class perform up there on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a competition but we didn't win, but we're a winner in our own right and we've gained much from this short period of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the Arts faculty is able to support each others' performances. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my head off at Ivan's wobbly-rubber legs, Joanne's 'That boy shall be hung!' and at the Italian accents of Marco and Rodolfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just sat there and laughed throughout the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best show of my life, I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to those in 06A03 if you're reading this, I'm trying my best to complete the video. Summer lovin' took me one whole night to sub. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Shin Goon is terribly difficult to make la. Ch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116139794212853627?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116139794212853627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116139794212853627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116139794212853627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116139794212853627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-positively-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116066738735698688</id><published>2006-10-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:36:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Vania dreamed a weird dream a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she and Renee finally persuaded me to go clubbing with them (...). &lt;em&gt;Like that will ever happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the club we saw six good-looking guys who could dance really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were all Shinhwa fans we looked at them closely and realised that they indeed &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; Shinhwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're talking about Singapore. And this is a club in Singapore? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So according to her there were lots of expatriates there who probably didn't know who Shinhwa were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; realised they were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; Shinhwa, I went 'ballistic'. - The exact word Vania used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so, we decided to go talk to then by offering to buy them drinks (?!). &lt;em&gt;Girls treating guys...? Says something about the male gender nowadays...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed and we ended up talking to them (!!!) in a mixture of Korean and English. &lt;em&gt;It would be a miracle if I could pull this off cause I stop at a mere annyong hasaeyo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so we talked and talked and it was getting late and we had to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guys offered to drive us home (!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we walked out of the place the paparazzi was present and they began snapping pictures. &lt;em&gt;Paparazzi. Singapore is famously famous for not having annoying paparazzis loitering around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures made it to the headlines of the newspapers on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the three of us were grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? We didn't let our parents know and told them we'd be staying over at each other's place that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it makes headlines they'd naturally take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing Vania remembers is us conferencing on how we are grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the dream was very unlike me and very Vania-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BIMBO! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vania sure has a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINHWA AND US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will never happen in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know I didn't give the promos my best shot cause I think I deproved at everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improved in my GP and Chinese though. I got an A for my GP essay and 6/8 for AQ! That's like a first in my lifetime. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Isabelle you're really stupid to waste your econs essay away! Really really really stupid. Just go bang your head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And geog. AIYAH. Stupid. I hate human geog. The whole world scores better for human but me being such a contradiciting idiot did better for physical! SO WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maths. There's nothing much to say since 70% of the cohort failed even though I'm not proud to say that I'm part of that larger percentile. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lit. I'd be getting it back tomorrow. Don't expect much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everyone watch GOONG okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH! SHIN CHAE GYUNG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so cute. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116066738735698688?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116066738735698688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116066738735698688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116066738735698688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116066738735698688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friend-vania-dreamed-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-116004547038511542</id><published>2006-10-05T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T04:35:37.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promotional examinations are over and I know I'm going to screw my maths paper so let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me teach you how to be economical and practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother taking neo-prints? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you should do is to bring your digital camera when you think of taking neo-prints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, make sure that it has a timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, in order to pose your newest photos online you have to &lt;em&gt;painstakingly&lt;/em&gt; scan them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my conviction that uploading is a much easier job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is to set your digital camera on timer, place it on some surface parallel to the ground, press the button, pose, and VOILA! You can take as many as you want and I think it's alright to hog the machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all, when people see the presence of legs and shoes in a machine they would not have the audacity and stupidity to yank the curtain open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, you are one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's the way you learn to be economical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Smart%20people%20use%20digital%20cameras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Smart%20people%20use%20digital%20cameras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The backdrop is there and we didn't have to pay an outrageous sum of 8/9/10 bucks for a few coloured and decorated photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who uses stickers nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course Winnie The Pooh is on them. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can decorate the photos at home and you have much much more time then you'd ever get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can add people in, people who didn't take the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of photoshop/paint/MS Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it's the art of a stylus pen and MS Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Neo-print%201%20version%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Neo-print%201%20version%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decorations aren't very nice I know but it's alright, I'm like that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the haze/smog that is circulating in my neighbourhood. It's bad and it's horrid and I just hope that people can be more responsible for their actions and know the severity of the situation when it cannot be contained in just one area and insteads spreads over seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read the October 9th issue of TIME. It's essential and it opened my eyes to the problems which I thought weren't there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are there, and they are there to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-116004547038511542?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/116004547038511542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=116004547038511542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116004547038511542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/116004547038511542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/promotional-examinations-are-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115977001344160561</id><published>2006-10-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:20:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up my Maths paper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Zhu Qing I'm a good girl. Haha. More like an obliging one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Full name: Tan Wei Yee Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;2.Name backwards: Stupid request. I'm not acceeding to it.&lt;br /&gt;3.Meaning of name: Isabelle - Consecrated to God. 薇镱 - 薇中带刚 &lt;em&gt;(or something like that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Nick name: I've got too many embarrassing ones.&lt;br /&gt;5.Screen name: Something to do with Shinhwa :D&lt;br /&gt;6.D.O.B: 23/2/89&lt;br /&gt;7.Place of birth: Mount Alvernia Hospital&lt;br /&gt;8.Nationality: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;9.Current location: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;10.Star sign: I don't like this rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;11.Religion: Christian&lt;br /&gt;12.Height: 162&lt;br /&gt;13.Weight: Heavy.&lt;br /&gt;14.Shoe size: 7/8/8.5???&lt;br /&gt;15.Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;16.Eye colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;17.Who do you look like: My picture.&lt;br /&gt;18.Innie or outtie: Half here and half there.&lt;br /&gt;19.Lefty or righty: Right-handed.&lt;br /&gt;20.Gay, Straight, Bi or others: Straight.&lt;br /&gt;22.Best Friends you trust most: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;23.Favourite Pals: No idea either.&lt;br /&gt;24.Best friends of opposite sex: My brother!&lt;br /&gt;25.Best Buddies: I don't label people like that.&lt;br /&gt;26.Boyfriend or Girlfriend: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;27.Crush: Kim Dong Wan.&lt;br /&gt;28.Parents: My mum and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;29.Worst enemies: None. Though they are people I'm apprehensive of.&lt;br /&gt;30.Favourite online guy: Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;?31.Favourite online girl: Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;32.Craziest Friend: I'm quite crazy myself.&lt;br /&gt;33.Advice Friend: My bed.&lt;br /&gt;34.Loudest Friend: I'm loud too!&lt;br /&gt;35.Person you cry with: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;36.Any sisters: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;37.Any brothers: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;38.Any Pets: No I won't get any pets. &lt;br /&gt;39.Any disease: Toilet-obsessed disease.&lt;br /&gt;40.Pager: I don't live in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;41.Personal Phone Line: Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;42.Phone: Samsung!&lt;br /&gt;43.Lave Lamp: No.&lt;br /&gt;44.Pool or Hot tub: No.&lt;br /&gt;45.A car: I want a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;46.Your Personality: Meticulous, crazy with equally crazy people, dictatorial, annoying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;47.Driving: Maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;48.Room: Neat and nice.&lt;br /&gt;49.What's missing: The context of this question.&lt;br /&gt;50.School: JJ.&lt;br /&gt;51.Bed: Nice.&lt;br /&gt;52.Relationship with parents: Good (:&lt;br /&gt;53.Believe in Yourself: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;54.Believe in love at first sight: No.&lt;br /&gt;55.Good listener: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;56.Get along well with parents: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;57.Save e-mail convos: No.&lt;br /&gt;58.Pray: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;59.Believe in reincarnation: No.&lt;br /&gt;60.Make fun of people: Sometimes though I shouldn't be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;61.Like to talk on the phone: Depends on who's on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;62.Want to get married: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;63.Like to drive: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;64.Motion sickness: Yes, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;65.Eat stem of broccoli: Uh. You mean people actually bite off the crown and leave the stem? That's weird.&lt;br /&gt;66.Eat chicken with fork: No?&lt;br /&gt;67.Dream in colours: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;68.Type with your fingers on home role: What's home role. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;69.Sleep with stuff toys: I sleep with my Pooh Bear, Piglet pillow, pig beanie, bigger pig beanie and my cow massager.&lt;br /&gt;71.On the walls of your room: Pastel pink I think.&lt;br /&gt;72.On your mousepad: I don't use a mousepad.&lt;br /&gt;73.Dream car: BMW.&lt;br /&gt;74.Dream date: Eh.&lt;br /&gt;75.Dream honeymoon spot: KOREA!&lt;br /&gt;76.Dream husband or wife: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;77.Bedtime: Fluctuates between 10 - 1.&lt;br /&gt;78.Under your bed: The floor?&lt;br /&gt;79.Single most important qns: ?&lt;br /&gt;80.Bad time of the day: Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;81.Your worst fear: Not knowing the worst that is to come.&lt;br /&gt;82.The weather: Hazy and not good.&lt;br /&gt;83.Time: 2.06p.m.&lt;br /&gt;84.Date: 2nd October.&lt;br /&gt;85.Best trick did on someone: I don't remember?&lt;br /&gt;86.Theme song: The Street - Shinhwa!&lt;br /&gt;87.Hardest thing on growing up: The montly visitor which swarms in red.&lt;br /&gt;88.Funniest experience: Have quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;89.Scariest experience: Not being able to find my parents in HK Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;90.Silliest thing you had ever said: I think I say fairly many silly things.&lt;br /&gt;91.Most desperate and funniest things you have done to get the opposite sex: That is not in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;92.Scariest thing while you are with your friends: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;93.Worst feeling: There are loads of worst feelings.&lt;br /&gt;94.Best feeling: This is a very good question.&lt;br /&gt;95.Six people i would tag to do this: I'm too lazy to tag. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Miss Loh Zhu Qing, there are only 95 questions la. Where did the other 5 come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do Maths during the holidays. Please remind me to. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115977001344160561?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115977001344160561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115977001344160561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115977001344160561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115977001344160561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-screwed-up-my-maths-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115927166577812316</id><published>2006-09-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T04:58:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm running a flu now that it's two days to the promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good going, Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Maths mock paper 1 today and don't want to touch maths anymore. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing else productive but read the GP questions and goodness... they are not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through some of the schools' comprehension papers and there is one passage which I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's adapted from "&lt;em&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholden&lt;/em&gt;," by Brigette Aflalo-Calderon, Washington Woman, (June 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way these comprehension passages put my thoughts and opinions into words so apt that I can never string together. That's why I always find myself nodding or even smiling at the paper when I read these comprehension passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, as we reflect on our beauty, it helps us to focus on what the media-driven obsession with youth denies us: the chance to fully experience each stage of our existence and see each step as having its own beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is very true. Media-driven obsession with youth really &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; deny women the true beauty they have and are able to exhibit. The part about fully experiencing each stage of one's existence is true for me, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should women be afraid of having white hair and see the need to dye it black immediately? Maybe because at this age I have no tendency to care about age catching up with me, but I don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful in your own way in your teens, in your 20s, in your 30s, in your 40s and even in your 50s. Each stage of life has its different kind of beauty so I don't think there should be a need to conceal which stage of life you are at ; there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is beauty in diversity, honesty in laugh lines, sensuality in curvaceous hips and character in hair that is left to its own devices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold more respect for a woman who knows and acts her age rather than one who lives in self-denial about her age and tries on all sorts of ways and means to make herself look youthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just look at you in disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just vanity. Your wrinkles will still come, your features will still look less sharp, and people can tell that you are a middle-aged woman trying to act young. I just do not like to see women torturing themselves like that, and in Singapore, that's quite a common trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thais who have metal rings around their necks, the english ladies who lace corsets and the chinese girls and women who have their feet binded - I see this as tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, splurging on beauty products and going for cosmetic surgery is what I call vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being bimbotic is already bad enough, if you want to be labelled as utterly vain, I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also one thing I cannot bring myself to tolerate. Trans-sexuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outright disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I read any article about some idiot who goes for a sex change I seriously wonder what happened to the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if homosexuality in itself wasn't huge enough a headache already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, you have beauty pageants for these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. They are artificial. It's in the artificial and superficial that you find beauty by world standards, cause they are made and changed and transformed to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to use the word beautiful on them is a huge lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you call yourself beautiful when you do not respect the true beauty you were born with and instead go all out to change it? To make yourself much less beautiful when you were before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grotesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It demands that we look honestly at the emaciated bodies of fashion models paraded before us by the media - like the child before the naked emperor - and recognise them as exploitative rather than enviable images of beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say about this because it's crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media really knows how to propagate ideas that change us so, so, so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115927166577812316?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115927166577812316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115927166577812316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115927166577812316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115927166577812316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-running-flu-now-that-its-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115894197238067606</id><published>2006-09-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:24:18.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm a horrible student cause the promotional exams are in less than a week, and I, being the utterly lazy and procrastinating person I am, haven't really touched on a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright but this week in school has been fun and I'm growing to love 06A03. I think our class spirit was displayed in full strength yesterday when we were celebrating Farhana, Bo Wei and Vithiya's birthdays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party hats, the annoying things that attempt to spoil your eardrums, the creation of a big group in the canteen and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since I felt such unity. The second last time was when Jian Ming was playing the guitar on the 'stage' and when 06A02 were taking pictures with our personalised green class shirts. The last time was when I met my 4S1 darlings at Pizza Hut and we acted as though that place was ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the last last time I felt such class unity was yesterday, and it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing is that we finally managed to take a class photo though there were a few missing guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW tutorial was the best and the worst (alright not exactly) lesson I've ever had in JJ cause I've never laughed so hard in class in JJ. However, the highly explicit content of what was being said by some highly explicit people in my class ought not to be revealed. As Mr. Chua says it should be kept within those 4 walls, I have no intention of breaching that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too overwhelming to type them here and it's something I won't do so there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time taking photos of the homies too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time whacking Ivan's head too. No, more like pushing. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, sorry, class joke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I don't like my CCA cause it doesn't make the least bit of sense. BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I love Shinhwa cause you know I do. And Miss Teoh bought this book FULL of Shinhwa pictures and it kept me happy during morning assembly on thursday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, to dear Vithiya-ya-ya-ya-ya, even though it's past 12pm but still, I'm happy you like the present and I'm happy you enjoyed this day and I'm equally happy to have gone through the process of making it for you together with Miss Teoh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, dear :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd get a SHINHWA tutorial vey vey vey (Mr. Loh style) soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch WONTAK'S ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Min Woo &amp; Ha Dong Woon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115894197238067606?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115894197238067606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115894197238067606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115894197238067606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115894197238067606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-im-horrible-student-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115824205908034913</id><published>2006-09-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:54:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was ... bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: The prospect of lugging a laptop to school is pretty bad in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: The idea of not being able to continue using the computer in the library added to the negative beats of the day. &lt;em&gt;(It didn't help when all you had were useless rebuttals despite the fact that the system truly is inflexible.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: The attitudes of some people were clearly displayed to piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: The perpetual 'the music is horrible' will sooner or later get on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I don't care if you think it's horrible but you just have to say it once don't you? It's not very creative and considerate of you to emphasis on that opinion perpetually.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: GP was a depressing lesson and it didn't help that I didn't think the things said and being laughed about were really funny, contrary to the popular idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: Maths lecture was a bore and a chore and I understood nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Lugging the laptop home was quite a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. If I continue lamenting, which I think I'm rather good at, I could go on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was bad, but certain things were good too and at least they managed to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Nearing the completion of Diane's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Getting a cow-massager from my dad when he came home. He's so cute. His colleagues showed it to him today and he thought they were useful and cute. Bought 5 home, each costing $3.95. Can you imagine. A middle-aged man walking into mini-toons, picking up five cute massaging animal heads and going to the counter to pay? I think this was the first time he did something like that and my siblings and I were impressed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: I'm eh, collecting (I'm quite sure you know this isn't the right synonym.) my Silence episode 16 + DBSK's Masked Fencer Reverse Drama. Happy happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: Talked with Vithiya on the phone happily when she was on the train at Jurong East until she reached her door. WHEE! Thanks Vithiya-ya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: Actually, there isn't a fifth. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why some people are so against listening to a song of a foreign language. Don't understand don't understand don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to listen to something you don't understand? Why must you of all things need to understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL FORGET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Shinhwa with all the foreign language thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Jin was so so so cute at the Singapore concert. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of Shinhwa for they are the first korean act to stage a concert in Singapore and they have done very very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivered their songs with great voices, delivered their dance moves with great energy and vigour, and displayed their true and funny comical selves to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I were there, if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reviews from everyone were so positive it was sad to not have been there to experience it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very afraid for them initially that the concert tickets would not be able to sell well due to their lack of popularity in Singapore. Little did I know, Shinhwa Changjo was so powerful, so were the rest of the Singaporean fans and the fans from overseas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the concert review in tuesday's Life!. The reviewer did nothing else but praised Shinhwa. Even though I like Westlife's songs, I couldn't help but be deliriously happy when they were saying that Shinhwa and Westlife are of the same age but what comes out of them are so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to ardent Westlife fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;신화 사랑해요 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right haven't done any studying in the past two days and still not doing today. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115824205908034913?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115824205908034913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115824205908034913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115824205908034913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115824205908034913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115778148630570500</id><published>2006-09-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:58:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in 8 days and I'm bored of blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinhwa's concert's TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, Isabelle, please do breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be? Stuck in grandma's house studying about volcanos and mitigating volcanic hazards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only productive thing I've done in the holidays was to do my Maths 9B. I don't know how to do 9C. What's with vectors and planes anyway? What's the significance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we completed our PW! (I hope that it's good. But don't have the full confidence that it would be really good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't touched anything but plate tectonics and volcanoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm dead :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh Shinhwa is a huge huge HUGE temptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115778148630570500?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115778148630570500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115778148630570500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115778148630570500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115778148630570500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-updated-in-8-days-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115703298741842064</id><published>2006-08-31T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:12:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained and we were all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the announcement was made for us to go to LT 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they said we still had to do the Yoga Mass Display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they made us do Yoga in the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they made us cheer for the cameras in the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until half a dozen caps hit my head and my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt all icky and yucky, having a stinky cap on top of all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Crescent after the Yoga and cheering stints with a huge bunch of Crescentians in JJ. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/CRESCENTIANS%20in%20JJ%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/CRESCENTIANS%20in%20JJ%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel highly tempted to post an unglam photo of Loh Ming Ee but I shan't. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teachers' Day concert in Crescent was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took to the canteen to take photos instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Me%2C%20Shu%20Wen%2C%20Raseena%2C%20Amira%2C%20Si%20Ying%2C%20Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Me%2C%20Shu%20Wen%2C%20Raseena%2C%20Amira%2C%20Si%20Ying%2C%20Dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was when 19/42 people of 4S1 2005 met in the Pizza Hut at Suntec City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I am not happy about is how a $6.95 meal amounted to $10 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that after adding service charge and GST the additional amount each person had to pay would increase by $3 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/FOUR%20S%20ONE%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/FOUR%20S%20ONE%202005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4S1 2005! (Albeit the lousy quality of the photo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright blogger refuses to co-operate with me further as my original intention was to post MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI YING! If you want to save photos, they are there, below the link for the ones taken on Speech Day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115703298741842064?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115703298741842064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115703298741842064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115703298741842064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115703298741842064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-earthlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115668416228360291</id><published>2006-08-27T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:14:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life these days has been rather trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry if I get a little cranky, irritable, annoyed and rude somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know those are stupid excuses that one can give but yeah, I know, it is of no one's fault that I am this way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's just that things pile up and my expectations of people are not met with what reality holds and things and situations at home just stuff me with so much emotions that I don't really know what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I've had a heavy burden, and for the rest of the weeks to come this burden will continue to stay and I'm sad that no one who would ever read this post would understand, nor would I be ready to share with you all of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you felt offended by my above paragraph, please do not be. I'm not a master with words so I just had to bring it out directly. It's just sheer black and white clarification of my thoughts on my part. So, you can just ignore this post all together if you don't really want to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to be blessed and happy during this trying period even it sounds as contradictory as it is, it isn't. I can't put this in words and I believe I'm talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, I think everyone should start looking out for the people around. I mean, you can be all smiles and happy and loud and cheery and normal by the world's standards but you know inwardly that you aren't, not in the very least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face is a mask, it's a veil, and it conceals very very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright you may ignore all that I say above, but I would want to apologise to anyone out there beforehand for irking, exasperating, annoying, irritating or even ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm very judgemental and biased and strong in my opinions, and I can never be the kind who'd be alright with everything you tell me, I'm the sort who would avoid something or rather, avoid doing something at all costs. I think I'm not afraid to show or voice out my displeasure and some people might find that I'm hard to get along with and that I'm difficult to co-operate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I still stand by what I feel is right and I might apologise for irritating you and making you upset, but I would not tend to think what I've done is wrong by my standards. There are times when I'm wrong and if I fail to acknowledge that, you're free to tell me and even with begrudging, I think I'd try to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I tend to want to dictate situations and I'm sorry if I tend to be sarcastic, spiteful and harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say, "I'm like that and you have no control over me" or whatsoever. Flaws should be pointed out to better a person but there are times when people like me are adamant about what you might condemn as being 'wrong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I should help people who do not even bother helping themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't why exactly I'm typing all these things you may term as rubbish but I guess it's a way to get it out of my system. Things can get so irritating sometimes there's no better avenue of letting them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is my avenue of doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115668416228360291?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115668416228360291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115668416228360291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115668416228360291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115668416228360291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life-these-days-has-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115634384892527986</id><published>2006-08-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:37:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the reasons why you can get exasperated even in front of the computer is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im very proud of the WR la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more I flip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more satisfied I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;ya la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I find that it is well-organised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;short para..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes it easy to read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;it's sth to be proud of   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the POINT FORM comes at the right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;you printed double page right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;say yes say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITS BECAUSE OF THE STUPID DOUBLE PAGE WHICH  CAUSE ME TO PRINT 4 PAGES WITH COLOURED GRAPHS TWICE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;no need to get so worked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to help you conserve the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;if you hadn't you'd waste more paper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paper is cheaper than ink..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT U AGRE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought you'd say SHUT UP LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Error at our conclusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im a more civilised person now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to reason out and convince..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Insert shy face]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao dont give that face it's gross for a guy to use it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;totally weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I purposely did that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;add to the mood ma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahhaahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;you're exasperating me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;like always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Insert shy face]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the first time Im used it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;using*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;2nd you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YA LA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;YES I WOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;WON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always let girls win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't realised by now, yes, I'm the one who goes "To the loo and beyond!". And the other person well... you can guess for all you want. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a whole lot of funnier things but aye, I shall spare my PW group mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that some people like to talk to themselves a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause most of it is done by you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOST proportion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im prasing you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;dont act shy la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont usually take so long to reply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OI..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont ACT SHY leh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont ACT [insert shy face]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know youre lost for words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;陈柏玮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond! says:&lt;br /&gt;给我闭嘴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHHAAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R U SHY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF COURSE NOT...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R U BLUSHING?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF COURSE NOT..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta SLEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wake up later on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer a slacker for CCA! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERES MATCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wrote 6 chinese characters whilst he was yakking to himself non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wondering what match that was, Man Utd Vs Charlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watch X Man! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115634384892527986?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115634384892527986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115634384892527986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115634384892527986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115634384892527986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-of-reasons-why-you-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115600580819880705</id><published>2006-08-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:53:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back then while I was still a primary school kid I thought I was the only one with emotions. But when I got to primary 4, I realised that humans are pretty much human-being-like, like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that wasn't supposed to mean anything but it just came to me naturally and you'd better be happy cause this is one of those occasions when I can type on and on and on and when my blog entry does sound a little coherent, according to my standards. There (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour or so ago, I was feeling icky, disgusting, smelly, sweaty, and just about everything bad and negative rolled in one. It's much better now that I've taken my bath and drowned a cup of COFFEE which I absolutely love. Coffee fails to perk me up actually. I'll go to sleep per normal. I'm an absolute pig when it comes to sleeping. A thunderstorm and lights going on won't wake me up. Alarms will though, so will human voices near my ear. If not, you can forget about ever waking me up. I can sleep like a pig and like a dead log through a heavy huge rain even when the raindrops might be falling into my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright why am I talking about sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the amount of time I wasted in school today not touching my homework in the very least. I feel ruddily guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school at around 10.15 and met Ling for her locker key to deposit my beloved laptop there. Went to 105, saw Beatrice, and after 2 seconds Kenneth stepped in. After that all I remember was that I was complaining it was hot and the next moment I brought my laptop in again and was downloading songs into Clara's and Beatrice's MP3 players and watching X MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara likes it, so does Beatrice, and I think Ling and Li Xin are absolutely HOOKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the power of things KOREAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after rotting in 105 for a while we were called to pick up litter in the canteen and the guys were there to shift some tables and you count how many with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the class came down to school just for this pathetic job of being substitute cleaners and table-movers. So how many CIP hours are you going to give us? 15 minutes? I think we can jolly well survive fine and waste less money on transport and food if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that Me Ling and Chen Bo Bo (he gives me the urge to whack him, seriously) stayed back to do PROJECT WORK. And don't be surprised cause it's been the three of us all along even though we do have a fourth member. Let's not get started on that or else I can write a thousand word essay on how unbelievable everything is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say we're rather near completion and I'm looking forward to the things we have to do cause they sound quite fun. I know you're thinking that I'm a retard who actually enjoys doing such stuff, but seriously, it can get fun sometimes. Like drawing and taking a video and using silly but effective stuff to impress (we really hope so) the examiners. &lt;strong&gt;WE WANT AN A!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all do? ALBEIT it being hard is quite a huge obstacle which stands in our way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Li Xin that was meant to complement yours. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so after waving Chen Bo Bo off, Ling and I watched a bit of X Man and laughed at Jun Jin's sillyness and then headed off to JP to meet Li Xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE BOUGHT THE SHINHWA SHANGHAI CONCERT PICTORIAL BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are they so biased featuring Min Woo so often? And what was wrong with Jun Jin's hair? And DONG WAN! Alright fine it's not like me to gush over guys but Shinhwa, DBSK and FTTS are three very special group of guys who have great talents and potential and are goofy and silly and funny when they are together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about korean artistes on X Man is that they dare to show the unglam sides to them and that's what makes X Man so loved and so warmly received, even by people like me who don't get a tad of Korean but laugh as hard whilst watching it for hours even without subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh till I cry, so it's THAT funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm known to laugh for stupid and minor things, some of which are not funny but well, laughing to the brink of tearing is rather the epitome so don't be such an obstinate person and please do believe that X Man is a really funny variety program which does not feature Wolverine and Storm and blah. Yes, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at MacDonald's at around 3 and by that time I was too hungry to be satisfied with a Students' Meal. And I was tempting Li Xin with my MCSPICY. Ho ho ho. Oh, the succulent and tender chicken meat. Aaaaaahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic attempt at word-wise temptation, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Then we went to the toilet, which isn't a really important point anyway so why am I bothering to list it here. RIGHT YES. Then Li Xin walked into SASA and I was like 'Oh no.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interests in cosmetics shops and I dislike The Body Shop the worse cause the mere scent of it induces a headache in me and I seriously sympathise with people who have to be in the shop for most of the day. By the time you get home you won't even need a bath I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so Li Xin was trying on the different Estee Lauder perfumes and she looked so at ease and so professional it's as though it's a part of her shopping life to do these stuff. If I were her I think I'd die from pressure of inhaling too much perfume. Oh man I don't fancy perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she took out 5 slips of scented papers and then I don't know where they went when we got to the lobby. Then, we saw SUSHI! WE LOVE SUSHI! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whatever restaurant sells it at a higher price, we went in to Edo and bought some. I like scallop, jellyfish and seasoned octopus. They absolutely make my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked a bit on the bus before I reached school and Li Xin kept telling me that I'd miss her. HAHA. Vithiya said that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so I waited like an idiot for Vithiya and Raseena for about half an hour and when they came, we went to the hall to try and look for Mr. Lee but to no avail. Then, we went to sit outside the staffroom and tried to call but our efforts were futile. And we called the Jang Nim (President) for about close to a trillion times but he just didn't answer them. So, being the bored people we were, I turned on my laptop and transferred songs to Vithiya and kept annoying Rosie by singing them to her. No, more like distorting the song to purposely annoy her. HAHAHA. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said that she couldn't believe I actually SING english songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco, Marco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got the first aid kit when our beloved Stella arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the kits to the canteen, we were bored and watched a bit of X Man on my laptop. Everybody should watch X Man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway apparently no one twisted their ankles in their heels, no one choked on their food, no one got so excited that they hyperventilated, and no one was stupid enough to fall and graze their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we were basically not doing anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE GOT FREE FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee is super nice. He kept bringing food down for us. He even offered to fork out some money for us to buy food cause he insisted that he didn't want us to go hungry in the midst of doing non-existent duty. He's just really caring. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah and four of us have a similar fear : CATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a cat coming towards our table and I sort of shouted. Then, ALL of us jumped up and ran towards where T-Break was. I was laughing so hard I wanted to pee. Yes, that's the extent of our silliness, but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vithiya-ya gave me my long long overdue birthday present and it's really sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;VITHIYA-YA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the loo and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Buzz Lightyear I hope you didn't mind that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's like 12.37am now and I feel like an utter zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get into the momentum of typing such posts again. It gives me HUGE satisfaction to see the pathetically small scrollbar (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING EARTHLINGS. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115600580819880705?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115600580819880705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115600580819880705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115600580819880705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115600580819880705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-then-while-i-was-still-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115590143280899791</id><published>2006-08-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:43:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Lit sucks, and with Mr. Dore only awarding 1/5 for active participation, I think I can look forward to a C or a D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mis-interpreted the poem and got a very lenient 25/50 despite having more than 8 crosses all over my paper. It was demoralising to look at, but my Great Expectations question helped me a bit with a 34/50, and Portrait wasn't that good but I thought it was rather satisfactory. In the end, I got a 60.7% which is an ugly C. And it was stupid of me to think of it as a B. When revelation came, I was rather...well...sad. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aside, I'm satisfied with my Economics results cause I think I did better than I expected to and Miss Lim gave me postive and constructive comments on my script. It's really a great blessing to have her as an Econs tutor. She's willing to go through great lengths to explain to us the concepts, the theories, and the thousand questions that we seek to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sometimes we just can't help but to get increasingly annoyed by some teachers who apparently are unable to mark properly, and are ungracious enough to award a few marks to people who need them desperately even though their demand is justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well today was a boring day in school except for the occasions when Xiu Ling and I devised names for Kenneth &amp; Bo Wei whilst laughing our heads off. HAHAHA (: Nah I'm not going to publish their nicknames to the world to see but we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how some people can have such a complacent attitude. Complacent might be too a lenient word in fact. Some people have absolutely rotten attitudes and they are adamant about them not being in the wrong. On top of that, they have no sense of urgency. Not one bit, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about what you aim to achieve if you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to get out of the two years of education if you're going to continue living your days in school that is if you even turn up half the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets irksome and loathsome and I hope these people will wake up from their hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pull your ruddy socks up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115590143280899791?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115590143280899791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115590143280899791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115590143280899791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115590143280899791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115573221447272831</id><published>2006-08-16T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:43:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahnyong Hasaeyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, today's GP Common Test had the worst comprehension passage that I have ever encountered in my entire life. It's disgusting and the question is difficult beyond words. I mean, the standard of English in the school isn't that high right? They even make grammatical errors on posters they plaster all over the school, surely they have over-estimated our capabilities in answering such difficult questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll fail, so oh well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is only ruined by this GP Common Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm satisfied with my Geography results. I had expected to do better for the physical component but my human component was 2.5 marks higher than my physical component even though I thought I was better friends with physical geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUBBOX is driving me crazy. I need to sustain my interest and I need to watch SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah reminds me of Mr. Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SILENCE!" (stretches neck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it was really really funny then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my I just looked at my calendar and realised that PROMOS are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; in 6 weeks and I thought all the teachers were lying and didn't know how to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my counting is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115573221447272831?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115573221447272831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115573221447272831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115573221447272831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115573221447272831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahnyong-hasaeyo-first-of-all-todays-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115529826242814275</id><published>2006-08-11T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T05:11:02.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My beloved brother got an A2 for his Chinese 'O' Levels and he was one of those who used to fail chinese terribly. Hard work does pay off and I'm proud of him. Very very proud and happy for him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the literature poem test wasn't that bad. I did page 4 and I realised that poems aren't that detestable after all, if you think you are able to comprehend, analyse and evaluate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I did the poets justice. We'll just have to see about the results :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing rather happily, feeling contented looking at my handwriting covering two and a half pages of writing paper. I love to write ; but only when I am capable of producing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Irene could you like pass me a few tips on your very pretty Shinhwa brochure? If I had to do anything for a brochure, I would never have thought of using the Shinhwa concert to do a promotion. I take my hat off for you for thinking about that. Maybe next time I'd do a DBSK one just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any of you were wondering who DBSK are, and if you don't know who they are I can't really blame you. They are a near-perfect boyband (I don't like this word but there aren't any synonyms are there? Quintet? Ewww!). All five of them sing well, and they even sing &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of dozens of english and chinese pop singers who can't do justice to the songs they supposedly own when they attempt to perform live. Sure, DBSK might have done Tri-angle and Rising Sun with the music and their voices blasted from the stereo systems when they focused on their dance routine, but it is un-arguable (if there's such a word) that their live is marvellously (?! I just want to prove the extent) marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have beautiful voices and seriously, I can't say anything else apart from the fact that they really CAN sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah it's quite no wonder that after being accustomed to DBSK, my expectations of singers of all languages have risen by quite a number of levels and whenever an act can't do live for nuts, I put them down and keep comparing them to my beloved DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's no cutting Shinhwa out of the picture. Shinhwa can dance, and boy oh boy, they do it on par if not better than N'Sync and Energy can't beat them for nuts. The painful truth is that Min Woo's voice doesn't come out strong when he sings live, and Jun Jin tends to sing a little out of tune sometimes. Dong Wan is alright, but nowhere as hypnotising as Hye Sung even though the look on HS's face can be annoyingly sickening at times. I still am unable to embrace the unlimited movements of his mike-free hand at times. He looks constipated sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to, I can go on and on about Dong Wan, Andy, Jun Jin, Eric, Min Woo and Hye Sung but I don't think anyone other than Irene and maybe Germaine would know who I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's go back to DBSK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, they looked horrid in their Tri-angle video. I hated their hairstyles and their gory make-up and thus never re-looked that MV. Things are so much better with neater and more kept rather than unkempt done-on-purpose hairdos. I used to detest &lt;em&gt;Micky&lt;/em&gt; cause I always thought he looked like an absolute monkey. However, he is starting to appeal to me and his voice just makes me eh...swoon? Not literally of course. &lt;em&gt;Xiah&lt;/em&gt;'s voice is highly distinguishable and it is no lie that he sounds the best out of the 5 of them when they perform live. &lt;em&gt;Yun Ho&lt;/em&gt;'s voice is very him and very hard to describe. Dear &lt;em&gt;Jae Joong &lt;/em&gt;has a pretty face and a very pretty voice and sometimes when you hear those really really high-pitched sounds you thought only a girl could accomplish, you might be wrong. &lt;em&gt;Chang Min &lt;/em&gt;has a very magnetic voice which has astounding quality, a voice that I like very very very (vey vey vey Mr Loh alert!) much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from voices, let me tell you about the genre of their music that I happen to be in love with even though you might not want to know. Like I've always said, even if you might not want to know I'm still telling you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English pop and mando pop gets boring sometimes because the songs that are produced in these two industries get increasingly monotonous and predictable. You can listen to the title of a song and know it's a ballad and not be the least bit surprised when you hear how exactly it sounds like on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-pop, in my opinion, is vastly different. To me, every band/singer/group in the industry has its own branding of songs and the singers that I've heard vary from each other quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Shinhwa's, DBSK's and FTTS's styles are very different, so much so that if you would want me to choose between the 3 groups, I am unable to do my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean songs are not predictable. They have very different tunes and tones and melodies and what I like most about k-pop is their ability to incorporate soothing and rnb-like rap into ballads. In most of Shinhwa's ballads you hear Eric and Andy rapping and you would never feel that their rapping would be anywhere out of place. In fact, without the rapping, the song is made incomplete. And take Coming Near by Brown Eyed Girls (video below) for another fine example. This is an rnb song which to me, sounds half like a ballad and half soft rock-ish, complete with a decent fit of rap. These are the wonderful combinations you are able to look for and forward for in k-pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the k-pop style is what made me like korean songs so much. As much as I have been criticised for liking music without even knowing what the lyrics mean, I am adamant about my love for k-pop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never once I listen to a DBSK song and not awe at their voices ; same goes to FTTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaahhhh I guess I can talk about k-pop on and on and on considering how much I've talked about which I think might not make sense of most people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I really think k-pop is good. I don't know about j-pop for the only act I listen to is BoA and the songs which DBSK released in japanese. All I can say is that singers should really stick to singing in their native tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I don't really like the Kangta/Vanness pair-up. Kangta is fine on his own, thank you. Vanness is... well, I shall not comment but I have never really liked him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prejudices which come with initial impressions do go rather far but things can change, like how I didn't like Zai Zai at first but got a changed impression of him after Mars and the same goes for Ken Chu after Marmalade Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I never really liked F4 as a band but individually they are more tolerable. I remember there was once I was doing my work and the radio was playing one of Jerry Yen's cover of an all-time hit. I dropped my pencil and it rolled off the book when the chorus came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jerry Yen's unbearable voice, that was why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so much better off vocally now, that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. What a post this is. From my brother to literature to Shinhwa, DBSK, FTTS, BEG and F4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now although I do not plan to embark on any homework. As Bo Wei always says, Friday nights are for relaxing and I think we all need that even though we have already had 3 days of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is essential sometimes. Just sometimes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115529826242814275?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115529826242814275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115529826242814275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115529826242814275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115529826242814275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-beloved-brother-got-a2-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115521330056122704</id><published>2006-08-10T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:41:48.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not like the prospect of having a literature test tomorrow. It just dampens the whole partial holiday feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And first aid duty. PUI LA. I don't like doing it cause I can't do it, having never received any form of training and any certification. I wonder how they can nonchalantly MAKE us go for it when only 1 out of the 4 of us is capable of anything to do with the First Aid Kit other than the opening of the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic. I feel very helpless when someone with a wound walks up to us and looks as though his or her pain is up to us to cure. That isn't a very good feeling when you know you are really incapable. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.30, something I'd never do if it's a holiday. But I had a reason. Left the house a little after 8 to the MacDonald's outside West Mall to meet Melodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was persuading her to watch Tokyo Drift with me and she agreed. WHEE I LOVE MELODIE. However, she made me wait for a good half an hour for her in Mac's and it wasn't very warm there so things got a little unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smuggled BK in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching people drift especially after watching Initial D. And I think it might have been the same mountain where they held the final competition at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I aspire to visit Tokyo one fine day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean isn't a particularly good-looking guy but he'd pass, Twink is eh... &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;. Neela is pretty but I can't bring myself to respect her. Han is a good guy with his set of shortcomings who pops peanuts in a particularly interesting way. D.K. is an utter pig with muscles that do not complement his face. In other words, he's not good looking, and he tries to exercise his frame by flexing too much and scowling too much ; making him look detestable and encouraging people to despise the character he plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is rather dumb but I enjoyed the &lt;strong&gt;racing&lt;/strong&gt; parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this movie, this year's National Day holiday has been pretty boring. Harry Potter is a good excuse for me to sleep, you know. Everytime I bring the book to my bed, I'd read a chapter then doze off to my Shinhwa-DBSK land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only dreamt of Shinhwa once :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115521330056122704?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115521330056122704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115521330056122704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115521330056122704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115521330056122704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-not-like-prospect-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115485604538424954</id><published>2006-08-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:20:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please take the time to load and listen to the amazing voices of these 4 women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, they can easily kick S.H.E off CD shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI XIN! Watch it okay! It's your favourite favourite favourite song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I revisited my favourite mall yesterday, and to my ghastly horror, the toilet on the third floor has been vandalised thoroughly &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Mall had been my 4th home since I was primary 4, and I know exactly how the toilet walls are like. By repainting those cubicle walls, the management certainly didn't want them to be vandalised upon yet again, and those utterly brainless gits had to help the cleaner white wash the walls with their correction fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be one of those plain idiots, you truly &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to know the possible writings on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words from depressed girls who bother getting spiteful when another girl likes the guy whom she so-called likes, and even more brainless girls who bother to arrow their comments and their take on the matter to what the other girl has written. What are you trying to be? Aunt Agony? In a cubicle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more some girls don't just write it on one part of the wall. You can actually notice the same message on another side cause it's just so apparent and obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's plain dumb. They show their grievances and hatred for a GUY whom they know will never be able to step into a FEMALE toilet cubicle and READ those stuff. If you hate him so much so breaking up with you, tell him that then. Why bother writing it on the walls of a &lt;em&gt;toilet cubicle&lt;/em&gt; when you know what you express would never get to him?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things like so and so dumped me and he sucks and if you want blah blah call this number for free blah. You get what I mean. And it's not easy to use the toilet in peace when you are disgusted and appalled by the stupidity and immaturity of these brainless gits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is they do not cover just ONE portion of the cubicle wall. They cover the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE WALL&lt;/strong&gt;. The wall's supposed to be dark green, but before you actually look at what they write you'd think it's lousy graffiti with utterly horrible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like graffiti so much, make a trip down to Far East Level One and write/draw/arrow all you like. It's not very kind when you disturb someone when she's answering nature's call. Please learn to be kind even though you have a huge urge to write on the nice blank canvas of a wall. Kindess is a virtue (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Irene&lt;/strong&gt;: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what? I can't go!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115485604538424954?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115485604538424954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115485604538424954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115485604538424954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115485604538424954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-take-time-to-load-and-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115485456547519655</id><published>2006-08-06T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:56:05.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Brown Eyed Girls - Coming Near [MBC Music Camp]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/nRpKACRk51Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/nRpKACRk51Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/20228978-115485456547519655?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115485456547519655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115485456547519655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115485456547519655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115485456547519655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/brown-eyed-girls-coming-near-mbc-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115460845524869128</id><published>2006-08-03T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:34:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i know u this evil gal comfirm will come and rub salt on me hahaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji-Shen knows me quite well. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to send him a message on the phone that reads, "Hello Xiao Ji, all the best for your History tomorrow. I'm savouring my freedom already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to send it to Ting Ting too. And after talking to Ji-Shen, I was too lazy. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY COMMON TESTS ARE OVER. Testing periods are horrible. The feeling of having to get over another disgusting paper just irks you and annoys you and makes me feel like burning the useless notes that you use. In particular, the notes which do not really link, the ones which tries to educate us about demographics and migration and population. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Vithiya-ya vithi-vithi-ya I haven't seen you since Saturday! Better come back to school on Monday okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literature paper was horrendous. I felt the worst for this paper for the entire stretch of all other CT papers. Please enlighten me on the weird poems that were given to us to attempt to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library just now with Josephine and I lugged home 4 books! It's been a long long time since I really read books. To my surprise, Jo likes to read too! (: The library is one of my favourite places, quite on par with nice and comfortable toilets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND, I have X-Man to watch! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend won't be a boring one :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I lack is a good Korean drama. Aye. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115460845524869128?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115460845524869128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115460845524869128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115460845524869128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115460845524869128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-u-this-evil-gal-comfirm-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115451989340164100</id><published>2006-08-02T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T04:58:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO homo sapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to exercise my fingers after not blogging for a few days? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRESCENT&lt;/strong&gt; ON SATURDAY WAS GOOD OLD FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met so many friends and took so many photos! The link for the photos is there just above the tagboard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the paper on Monday was MATHS. I found it alright, and with someone like me finding it alright, it should be alright, but I don't really know how I'd do and I don't really know if what I'm saying makes sense, but, NEVER MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing and thinking about numbers and graphs and pressing two different calculators for 3 solid hours without the urge the pee, Maths was over! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to eat in a bid to satisfy my growling stomach and then proceeded to the library to study Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know that the Econs paper wasn't that alright. The case study was absolutely disgusting, and the only parts I felt a little bit of confidence in were the 10 and 12 mark questions. And, even if I score alright in these two, I won't make it pass 25 marks, so I don't know how I'm going to do for Econs. AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was today and I was half freezing half feeling nature's call beckoning me on and tapping my feet in the hope of tapping some cold away. Alright whatever. The point is, everyone thought physical geog was harder but I was worse friends with the human geog part, and I seriously wonder why. Why oh why. AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the day we face evaluating Stephen Dedalus with a pen and pieces of paper, as well as thinking of what Charles Dickens tries to portray with his literary work. In addition to that we're not paid but are slaved for 3 hours to compare two poems, and most possibly two highly irritating and encumbering ones which would only make us more confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hour papers are just so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip to Crescent on saturday I realised the nostalgia is true. Nothing truely beats the bond a class of girls has together. I was happy seeing anyone and everyone from 4S1 on that day, and we took and took photos. Saw the guides people like SHERYL, TOK TOK, JESSICA, LYDIA, GE YI, LYSIA but JANICE PANG didn't go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my guiding days, I miss singing guide songs cause in JJ no one else knows them but me and Renee but whenever I see Renee we laugh too much about stupid things we forget the guiding things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cannibal King, Linger, 1000 Legged Worm and all the fantastically fun songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't and don't want to know, I'm still telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arts Conservatory is a pretty place. I regret the fact that I'm not physically in Crescent now, studying there, and enjoying the new facilities :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'm in JJ now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright never mind. Got to learn to be contented wherever you are even though they might not be the best of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I saw a woman with the most horrendous hairdo today in the bus. The way she tied her hair was ewwwwww. It just looks revolting to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To IRENE, GERM &amp; LIXIN: &lt;strong&gt;SHINHWA CONCERT!&lt;/strong&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115451989340164100?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115451989340164100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115451989340164100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115451989340164100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115451989340164100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-homo-sapiens.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115409841810472494</id><published>2006-07-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:53:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fun in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice &amp; Xiu Ling are two terribly sweet but mischievous people, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read stuff for &lt;s&gt;disgusting&lt;/s&gt; Portrait. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115409841810472494?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115409841810472494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115409841810472494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115409841810472494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115409841810472494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-fun-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115392083805813249</id><published>2006-07-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:33:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone said I was bitchy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, what he said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather rude to him I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my South Korea eraser and Bo Wei was saying that he didn't need to take out his Spain eraser to win the eraser game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only needed to use Switzerland, which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, since I couldn't play the eraser game for nuts, Kenneth helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how Switzerland beat South Korea in the World Cup match 2-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Wei was smiling like an idiot and I was eh... a little flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths today was highly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm liking that class more and more. HOHO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm using the computer to charge my MP3 which I don't think I can live without when I'm studying. So, technically, I'm not supposed to be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDC was alright today. It ended far too late for my liking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Studying can be fun but sometimes it can achingly torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRESCENT ON SATURDAY! (: (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115392083805813249?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115392083805813249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115392083805813249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115392083805813249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115392083805813249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-said-i-was-bitchy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115348918175949686</id><published>2006-07-21T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:46:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes PW is a bane to my bones whilst at other times it can be so immensely interesting that I won't mind embarking on it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, the former's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EoM. Evaluation of Material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness I don't really like you, EoM, you know that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a listless class with zero enthusiasm when it comes to things of such for 4 years. I'm surprised when people express enthusiastic interest in wanting to don on different cultural costumes for this commemorative day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class would be two rows of neat yellow bananas whilst the classes amongst us would be colourful, vibrant, energetic and all the what-nots, with the exception of a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. I just have different tastes and preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECONS ECONS ECONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, we have a very good and nice and reliable Econs tutor (: All the young and new teachers as well as the old and boring ones should learn from her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs reminds me of Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's Maths lecture was FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the ultimate lame notions the lecturer came up with &lt;em&gt;(which were the essence of the lecture anyway)&lt;/em&gt;, I was occupied with laughing at something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, poor Melvin. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it isn't very nice and every normal person can sense it, it is still pretty inevitable, especially since oh well. I think I shan't say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Human Geog lecture notes are quite a chore to read. Too many words and too many unclear pictures. AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Golden%20Mickeys%2015%20-%20Finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Golden%20Mickeys%2015%20-%20Finale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak a thousand words don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone talks about Hong Kong, I'd get very excited thinking that a single trip there allows me be all-knowledgeable about that country when I know only 0.1% of what it's really worth and what it truly holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a rather horrible tongue and I tend to say many many many wrong things which people around me will never say. It makes me think WHY WHY WHY do I allow this pathetic careless tongue of mine to slip? I think I hurt and betray the trust of many along the way of my doing so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I don't realise until I think back really hard or when people point out that fact to me, and a very begrudging me might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to keep my opinions to myself most of the time. I don't know why, but it's just too darn hard. I have a tendency to like to tell people things. Next time you hear something you think you shouldn't be hearing, please tell me and help me tame this stupid ignorant tongue of mine which accuses but never admits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara says I'm very judgemental, to which I admit, but with shame. Yes, I tend to judge people a lot. First impressions are significant and they are very lasting in my opinions of someone. I look at things very subjectively too, which isn't good. Isabelle you've got be be more objective in your views! AND AND AND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Once an impression forms it's &lt;em&gt;very very very&lt;/em&gt; hard to shake it off. Unless that person does a revoluntionary thing on a small scale that totally changes my view of him/her, then I can be a little swayed. Impressions tend to stay, and I suck at changing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-reproach is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of all the areas that I've got to improve in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complacency is another HUGE thing. I hate my complacent attitude. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too ostentatious too. But then again, I think everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I think I've got to stop living in self-denial and start to learn how to take things with a pinch of salt, marking them as learning experiences in life's journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115348918175949686?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115348918175949686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115348918175949686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115348918175949686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115348918175949686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-pw-is-bane-to-my-bones.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115294809749161966</id><published>2006-07-15T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:32:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend crashes when homework piles and when Common Tests are just round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very unhappy with my Common Test results, particularly Chinese and Literature, and I aim to pick myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the horrendous workload for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;Mathematical Induction Tutorial 8&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Mathematical Induction Assignment 8&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;Physical Geography Tutorial 7&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;Human Geography Term 3 Tutorial 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;Literature Essay On Practical Criticism on Great Expectations&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;s&gt;Globalisation/Current Affairs newspaper article for GP&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;s&gt;Economics Tutorial 6 Section C - Mini Case Study&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;s&gt;Economics Tutorial 6 Section D - Essay Question 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up near eleven this morning, took two newspaper articles, wrote my Literature essay which I brainstormed last night, did my Physical Geog Tutorial followed by the Human Geog Tutorial, and therefore, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiving. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Maths last night! Althought I couldn't do some parts, I find myself rather accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, BUCK UP FOR COMMON TESTS EVERYONE, AND STRIVE TO &lt;strong&gt;THROW THE 'S's and 'U's OUT OF THE WINDOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that was retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115294809749161966?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115294809749161966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115294809749161966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115294809749161966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115294809749161966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-crashes-when-homework-piles.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115279014205793849</id><published>2006-07-13T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:29:02.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went home today with Kenneth &amp; Bo Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bus-stop, I laughed the hardest I have ever laughed in, eh, this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest I laughed was yesterday with Renee and Vithiya. Rosie &amp; Marco :D &lt;em&gt;(inside joke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, my impression of Kenneth was totally changed. Well, not totally, but there's a very different side to him which I never knew existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness it's darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the distorted versions of In The End by Linkin Park plus the many distorted songs La Bi Xiao Xin distorted were darn hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure I'm going to fail my Maths test. If I get a double digit score I would already be deliriously happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CONQUER THE COMMON TEST H2 MATHS PAPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today it's going to be Econs, Geog, Lit, Maths flooding my table and my mind (I hope).&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/20228978-115279014205793849?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115279014205793849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115279014205793849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115279014205793849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115279014205793849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-home-today-with-kenneth-bo-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115262520721845544</id><published>2006-07-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:43:07.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have something to share, something I learnt during Maths lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Vectors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/400/Vectors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, doesn't the lecturer have a weird sense of humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't even know that Mr. Lee got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, Mr. Loh's the bestman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it highly amusing (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115262520721845544?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115262520721845544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115262520721845544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115262520721845544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115262520721845544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-something-to-share-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115252558524981474</id><published>2006-07-10T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:05:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like posting photos. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vithiya, Josephine and I were a little bit over-the-top today we decided that hugging the (dirty) pole was great old fun! And so, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Vit%2C%20Jo%2C%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Vit%2C%20Jo%2C%20Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tempted as I am, I know that Vithiya will slaughter me if I post the very eh-GLAM picture of her sitting on the wall, so, I shan't. Instead, let me bring your attention to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet sign. A very very pretty sign, I must say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/FEMALE%20-%20A%20fetish%20for%20toilet%20signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/FEMALE%20-%20A%20fetish%20for%20toilet%20signs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before that, when Jo and I were literally bored to tears during the non-existent chinese lesson, we resorted to eh... taking photos of our work. Mine, and hers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/My%20GP%20Essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/My%20GP%20Essay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Jo%27s%20ECONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Jo%27s%20ECONS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, SAMSUNG UNITE! My favourite brand, cause it's Korean. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/SAMSUNG%20UNITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/SAMSUNG%20UNITE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/My%20Shelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/My%20Shelf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see who I see? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/My%20Space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/My%20Space.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot him again! And yes, if you've gotten it, it's just Good Old Mr. Carrot, the orange bodied soft toy with two green sticks of hair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I need to embark on studying for Common Tests which are going to plague my first week of August. Aye Aye Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads to cover for geography, loads of concepts to comprehend and understand for economics, two thick books to swallow for literature, and 8 chapters of mathematics to keep my brain fried with numbers and symbols and graphs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bother, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the typical life of a student. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Wang Eh Nam Ja is so coitally engrossed that I couldn't bear watching it any longer. Don't watch it, if you ever think along the lines of wanting to. DON'T. Even though there's Lee Jun Ki in there, it's too... well, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, let me show you a glimpse of what you do in Maths lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/SEQUENCES%20%26%20SERIES%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/SEQUENCES%20%26%20SERIES%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you try your very very very very very very best to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115252558524981474?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115252558524981474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115252558524981474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115252558524981474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115252558524981474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-posting-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115235162926564899</id><published>2006-07-08T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:54:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I look at this empty space I never really know how to pen or rather, type down what and how I really feel and what is it that I really hope to express through a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think blogging has lost its flavour, and it has defeated the purpose if everyone blogs about seemingly trivial everyday and mundane stuff. There has never really been a blog around that I've gone to and that makes me want to carry on with whatever the person has posted all the time I come online (which is very often, and I'm guilty of that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I can never get myself to accept the way some people blog. There are times when I'd read a blog and feel pathetic about myself because of all the good old fun things and friends that others have and I don't. Well, the reason why I don't like reading blogs is because it hurts to see and read about how much fun others are having when you're sulking and wallowing in self-pity about your restraints and concerns and troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathetic and superficial everytime I know I'm not sincere when it comes to blogging and writing things which are artificially dumb and enough just to smooth that skin-deep comfort that I need smoothing with. Telling myself that I'd be happy and well and alright very soon doesn't work most of the time. And the pathetic exclamation marks (!) after every seemingly keen sentence. I wonder how keen I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Sunday when I went for Sunday School that I kept really quiet, and at night on MSN, a friend asked if everything was well because I wasn't acting my usual self. What is my usual self? It might be normal for me to be yakking and whining and complaining and proclaiming about my toilet callings, but, there are times when you feel this inner frustration that you'd really rather keep things to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've taken this part away.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I feel utterly pathetic, like that fateful day when my parents came home and saw me in front of the television, watching American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only sat down in front of the television for a mere 5 minutes for a little break, and had only heard one guy sing, and had to be reprimanded for not being studious and not studying like my ever-studious and serious brother. She really succeeded in pissing me off, and I felt so ruddily maligned that I almost teared in front of her. I don't see the big deal in watching 5 minutes of television, especially when people in school talk about this show and that that I never know anything about because I wasn't allowed to turn on the television at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd prohibit us to watching shows that they enjoy watching. Otherwise, it's a no. It only becomes a temporal yes when holidays zoom in and out in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, my parents say that I don't have a lot of self-discipline. They always tend to compare my little sister and I to my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had any other son I think they'd think that we are actually pretty good children. Sure, we have our rebellious ways and horrible sides. I don't think I go out a lot, and I've never gone out on a saturday with friends before. NEVER. People talk about outings and gatherings as if they always have been a part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be immensely relieved and happy if I receive a nod from them. Everytime I ask if I could go out, they'd ask. "Guy or girl?" "From Crescent or JJ?" I know it's for my own good, but sometimes I wish I would have that little bit more freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I went out for dinner (the 3rd time in my life) with people outside of my family. It was a dinner at Adam Centre, and then an ice-cream visit to Island Creamery. I enjoyed myself with the people (most of) whom I've grown up with in church. The thing I can't comprehend is that the moment my dad came to pick me up the first thing he asked was, "Why so late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so late? Why so late? Why do you ask me that? Why don't you ask the rest of them who talked and talked the night away and them who didn't not have such worriers for parents? It is in parents' nature to worry, but I don't see it as any fault of mine for making the entire outing turn out so late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel at ease when the clock ticked nine, not even when it ticked half past eight. The only comfort I had was that I was with the people whom I have grown up with, people whom my parents know personally and have seen them grow. It's just annoying that for everyone else a night out like this seems normal but my parents can't seem to comprehend that we do need such gatherings once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents a lot, really, but they tend to keep too a tight reign on certain things which I think are perfectly fine. I won't make a trip down to Jurong Point which is 10 minutes of walking distance from my house for something I need to get without asking my father's permission first. Even back then in my old house whenever I wanted to go downstairs to do my work in the function room, I'd have to seek for permission if not I'd be plagued by guilt for not returning home earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I've talked and whined and digressed far too much that the scrollbar's really really small. Having deleted what I previously typed this morning, I'd reinstate my point on educators who are unfeeling and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. If you are unable to respect your students, you don't expect them to give you the respect you want. And you won't be given the respect you ought to have, for sure, after the horrible words you've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if it was you who was sitting in his shoes and getting picked on like that just because you weren't taking down notes but listening to what the teacher has to say? Shouldn't you be proud of students who &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt; to listen and absorb and then bother to copy notes from another friend. Knowing him, that is what he is likely to do. But no, you shot off at him and made your sarcasm ascend to a higher level until you are almost capable of reaching the epitome of being a sarcasm-spewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there isn't one in the market now, you could be the first to produce it you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's what a teacher and an educator can be like, I worry for students who have to be put through the torture of future generations of teachers who end up using sarcasm as a way of gaining control and good behaviour over students. You make students fear you instead of showing reverence to you. Who's going to defy your orders in the way you deem as defying orders when they know they're going to be lectured in front of a whole lecture theatre of fellow students? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the zenith and I look forward to the day you descend to the nadir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115235162926564899?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115235162926564899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115235162926564899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115235162926564899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115235162926564899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/everytime-i-look-at-this-empty-space-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115210293949018919</id><published>2006-07-05T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T05:35:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm talking to Ji-Shen now and he put the chicken picture I drew for him as the display picture! Yay! I love my drawing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germ got investitured today! Although I didn't want to attend the investiture, I'm still glad for you, girl. Manpower something something I forgot. She's going to have the power to decide to allocate tasks or what-nots for the different people in different houses when an event comes up. Maybe I didn't get that role correctly but it's something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Germ, CONGRATULATIONS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ex-06A02 and current 06A03 proud! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponned my CCA today cause my (3x7=21!) people didn't go. HAHA DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, bathed, did my GP homework, stuffed my earphones into my ears, took out INTRODUCTION TO ROCK TYPES, crawled into bed, starting reading, and my eyes started drooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have been the pathetic 5hr 15min sleep I had because of the match I watched and got disappointed with. HOW CAN THE ITALIANS ACHIEVE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; sure there would be a penalty shoot-out. Then there was none cause apparently the Italians managed to salvage the entire game and their dominant glory from henceforth by scoring 2 goals in the last 3 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 1st goal got in I was momentarily bewildered and stunned and was thinking, "Die Germany you're dead. HURRY SCORE IF NOT YOU'D REALLY BE DEAD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a fateful minute later, some Italian guy scored again and you could see how frantic Germany was in trying to really pick themselves out. BUT. RAH. They didn't manage to. And my morning was ruined. I was so sure Germany would win and before I slept to wake up at 3am my mind was chanting, "Germany Germany!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah what the my AH MA Yao Yue Qi is sad as I am :( So is Vithiya and the whole of Germany :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright never mind shall not dwell on Germany's defeat. They still have the 3rd place play-off and I hope they win mightily. Germany Germany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. JJ's darn flexible. They know that almost the entire school population (I'm making my own assumption) watches the World Cup and thus school would start at 10am for us on Monday! Never heard of such a system so flexible but it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This World Cup is so full of surprises I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's talk about school. I'm a little euphoric now typing and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP was as usual, on the dry topic of Globalization and we got back our very first TCA. I got 18.5/30? Quite pathetic as it builds on the fact that he'd been highly lenient in his marking. AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich was a half-an-hour break. PORRIDGE + EGG + TAIWANESE SAUSAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous combination, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was next and we didn't even have a tutorial cause those who had to do their re-test took it and the rest of us were slacking away. I was doing the Revision Exercise on Binomial Expansion and A.P. &amp; G.P. then gave up after the 3rd question. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Econs! We got a Youth Day mini treat from Miss Lim. Woo (: I like her, she's good and clear in her teaching and she answers and addresses our questions well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one hour break after that was spent in the library with Xiu Ling, Beatrice, Clara, Vit, Josephine, Kenneth &amp; Bo Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading Order of the Phoenix and laughing to myself. I think at this rate it'd take me till the end of J2 to complete the entire book. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorial. Firstly, Clara and I went in late and missed the entire drama of the class shifting their tables back and leaving a huge gap in the middle. Ho ho. By the time we got in the classroom looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once I felt so relieved cause I could do the convergence question with a little hinting from Mdm Khoo! Sometimes it's possible to abhor Maths, sometimes it isn't. I didn't then, but I think that abhorrence will come back to me very very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still talking to Ji-Shen and have never held such a long online conversation with him. Quite a feat, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I talked online to Zhu Qing for 4 hours on Monday morning and at 4am when it was going to rain my mum woke up, came into my room, and lectured me in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy it's 4am and you haven't slept! Do you know how detrimental that is to your body!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to say my goodbye and log off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rotted positively and wasted a lot of brain cells on Monday alright. Woke up at 12pm and bathed. Then did my chinese composition and Econs essay in one sitting and then the night was devoted to completing my PW Written Report Draft 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pleased with the WR, I must say, though comments await us tomorrow when PW tutorial comes. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study. I feel like a lousy procrastinator and slacker. GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115210293949018919?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115210293949018919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115210293949018919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115210293949018919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115210293949018919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-talking-to-ji-shen-now-and-he-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115186446750685757</id><published>2006-07-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:21:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't blog anymore. Don't know why but I don't feel like I'm typing as ISABELLE TAN when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright never mind. I think some people deserve a piece of my mind, or rather, pieces of some minds of other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to express this, but I seriously think that some people ought to be more accountable for their actions and be more responsible because the level of responsibility they hold now is pathetically at a pathetic low. I thought that the people around me had more calibre than that, and when they say that you should never judge a book by its cover, it might sound cliched and all that but it's highly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my PW meeting with Xiu Ling and Bo Wei yesterday. What's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat our butts off from 10.15am to 4.45pm doing the Written Report and thinking of how to structure our sentences with proper grammer and vocabulary and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a chore and it fried our brain cells so by 3.00pm we were half-functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we managed to finish eh, 3/4 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a huge accomplishment because I had wanted us to finish all of it but there was no way. No more will, no more drive leads to no more work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man this page has been stale on my laptop for the past 3 hours and it's 2.15 am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't blog. There's some mental block :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115186446750685757?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115186446750685757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115186446750685757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115186446750685757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115186446750685757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115166917981396658</id><published>2006-06-30T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:43:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current read: Strange Fits of Passion &lt;em&gt;(Anita Shreve)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework for the weekend :(&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;Assignment 7B (Sequences &amp; Series - Summation)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Chinese Composition&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;Economics Essay on the tremendous rise in oil prices&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;PW Written Report Draft 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral is gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd never need to feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I have to utter complete sentences in chinese for a 5-minute sitting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather euphoric and excited during my oral because it led from one topic to another and both the examiners wanted to ask me a question at the same time. It's funny to see them turn to each other. And of course, being the gentleman he should be, the male examiner told the female examiner to go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you are blind if you haven't noticed by now that Mr. Carrot is back, AND bigger! Yes Farhana I realised I miss it too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. CARROT! Whee everybody loves Mr. Carrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, ironically, the beloved friend who gave me Mr. Carrot asked me one day what she got for me for my birthday. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Pre-U Sem certificate today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Another%20Group%20Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/Another%20Group%20Shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; miss those 5 smashing days with my fellow Pre-U semmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/ATTN%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/320/ATTN%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a horrible procrastinator yesterday that I started to doodle randomly on MS Word, and this was what I got. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy ennui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY VS ARGENTINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115166917981396658?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115166917981396658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115166917981396658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115166917981396658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115166917981396658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-read-strange-fits-of-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115150095485258453</id><published>2006-06-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:22:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss CRESCENT and I love it a lot, a lot, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with Crescentians every morning make me very peaceful and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with Renee and Raseena the (3 x 7 = 21!) gang every Wednesday perks me up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Crescent Crescent Crescent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. PW is fun but there's a lot of work to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving out surveys is fun, reading what teachers have to say is fun, reading about their complains about &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt; is even more fun. Politics, politics, politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the more you look at this skin, the more gloomy you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi you are right in not choosing this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had its initial appeal which died away really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very random today eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are coming and I need them to come cause I seriously need to study. Come quick, come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115150095485258453?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115150095485258453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115150095485258453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115150095485258453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115150095485258453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-crescent-and-i-love-it-lot-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115096727447647513</id><published>2006-06-22T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:15:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really really really ABHOR the sigma notation/summation part of sequences and series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something really huge against all matheticians who even &lt;em&gt;bother&lt;/em&gt; to make my life, which is unknown to them, so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no beauty in mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a CHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I want to bang my head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like recalling all the korean drama's I've watched (be it all or not all.)&lt;br /&gt;1) My Love Patzzi (: - Kim Rae Won, Kim Jae Won, Jang Na Ra&lt;br /&gt;2) Successful Story of A Bright Girl (: - Jang Hyuk &amp; Jang Na Ra&lt;br /&gt;3) Truth - Ryu Shi Won &amp; Choi Ji Woo&lt;br /&gt;4) Since I Met You - Ryu Shi Won &amp; Some Woman&lt;br /&gt;5) Winter Sonata - Bae Yong Jun &amp; Choi Ji Woo&lt;br /&gt;6) Summer Scent - Song Seung Hun &amp; Son Ye Jin&lt;br /&gt;7) Autumn In My Heart - Song Seung Hun &amp; Song Hye Gyo&lt;br /&gt;8) Love Story In Harvard - Kim Rae Won &amp; Kim Tae Hee&lt;br /&gt;9) Jewel In The Palace - Lee Young Ae &amp; Ji Jin Hee&lt;br /&gt;10) My Name Is Kim Sam Soon - Hyun Bin &amp; That Woman&lt;br /&gt;11) Love Letter :D - Jo Hyun Jae, Ji Jin Hee, Soo Ae&lt;br /&gt;12) Lovers In Paris :D - Lee Dong Gun &amp; 2 Of Them.&lt;br /&gt;13) Sweet 18 (: (: (: - Lee Dong Gun &amp; Han Ji Hye&lt;br /&gt;14) My Girl (: (: (: - Lee Dong Wook &amp; Lee Da Hae&lt;br /&gt;15) Wonderful Life :D - Kim Jae Won &amp; Eugene&lt;br /&gt;16) Goong (Palace)(: (: (: - Joo Ji Hoon, Kim Jung Hoon, Yoon Eun Hye&lt;br /&gt;17) Delightful Girl Choon Hyang (: (: (: -  Jae Hee &amp; The Girl.&lt;br /&gt;18) Super Rookie - Eric Mun &amp; Han Ga In&lt;br /&gt;19) Full House (: (: (: - Jung Ji Hoon &amp; Song Hye Gyo&lt;br /&gt;20) My Beloved (Sang Doo) :D :D - Jung Ji Hoon &amp; Gong Hyo Jin&lt;br /&gt;21) Loving You - Park Yong Ha &amp; Eugene&lt;br /&gt;22) Save The Last Dance :D :D - Something Ji Sung &amp; Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the korean movies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spin Kick - Dong Wan! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Oh! Happy Day! - Jo In Sung &amp; Jang Na Ra&lt;br /&gt;3) My Little Bride (: (: - Kim Rae Won &amp; Moon Geun Young&lt;br /&gt;4) My Boyfriend Is Type-B :D :D :D :D - Lee Dong Gun &amp; Han Ji Hye&lt;br /&gt;5) A Moment To Remember - Jung Woo Sung &amp; Son Ye-Jin&lt;br /&gt;6) Season Of Love - Jung Woo Sung, Cha Tae Hyun etc.&lt;br /&gt;7) Marrying The Mafia II - I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;8) Windstuck (stupid ending)- Jang Hyuk &amp; Jeon Ji Hyun&lt;br /&gt;9) My Sassy Girl (: - Cha Tae Hyun &amp; Jeon Ji Hyun&lt;br /&gt;10) The Classic (: - Son Ye Jin + 2 Others.&lt;br /&gt;11) My Girl &amp; I - Cha Tae Hyun &amp; Song Hye Gyo&lt;br /&gt;12) Please Teach Me English - Kwon Sang Woo &amp; Someone.&lt;br /&gt;13) Crazy First Love - Cha Tae Hyun &amp; Son Ye Jin&lt;br /&gt;14) April Snow :/ - Bae Yong Jun &amp; Son Ye Jin&lt;br /&gt;15) Love, So Divine :D - Kwon Sang Woo &amp; Ha Ji Won&lt;br /&gt;16) Temptation Of Wolves - Kang Dong Won + 2 Others.&lt;br /&gt;17) 100 Days With Mr. Arrogant (: - Kim Jae Won &amp; Ha Ji Won&lt;br /&gt;18) He Was Cool - Song Seung Hyun &amp; Some Girl.&lt;br /&gt;19) Innocent Steps (: - Moon Geun Young &amp; Some Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of those names are repeated eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115096727447647513?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115096727447647513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115096727447647513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115096727447647513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115096727447647513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-really-really-really-really-abhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115055826698466909</id><published>2006-06-17T08:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T08:31:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a highly unsuspecting and gullible person who's blindly oblivious to people who can really really act well to conceal some things they want to keep from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tricked today. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my very good primary school friend Noel Ng who enlisted the help of Yong Quan. Even Jin Yu knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Maybe it was because I didn't bother checking the ticket stubs. I was the one who gave them to the doorman eh! ISABELLE YOU'RE BLIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in rather late so adverts were playing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They happily told me we were watching Cars and I complained I watched it already but since the tickets were already bought, I had no choice but to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when the beginning part of Silent Hill played I was thinking, "This is just a trailer right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Yong Quan after the movie when we were going to the MRT station and he happily said, "Trailers won't have subtitles and everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's such a horrible guy. Laughing at me and Jin Yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was more of a comedy than a horror movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a little uneasy and wanted to check the stubs. And he was so complying that he even passed me his phone so that I could see the words for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it took me rather long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw - Silent Hill (NC16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I almost screamed and was hitting Noel who was sitting on my left and telling him how irritating and annoying he is and that I'm going to sleep during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to when Noel was expressing the gross parts with his very limited vocabulary and Jin Yu occassionally took her bag to cover her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my jacket was covering my face for 3/4 the movie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I needed the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I said it 4 times throughout the entire movie which I wasn't really watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music and sounds have the power of making me jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noel goes, "Eeewww" like every other 3 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kept asking me questions about the plot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh how would I know when I'm hiding behind my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have something against these sort of shows. Brings back memories of House Of Wax when ten or more of us boycotted the movie and left 15 or so of them inside the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4S1 is united, but half falls away when things get scary on screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I'm never going to be tricked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Check your ticket stubs before you enter! Better still, always be present when buying tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys ran ahead to buy first cause we couldn't walk so fast, and so they ran. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened when I was at the bus-stop outside Queenstown MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this man going around to everyone asking if we could spare him some money cause he claims he hasn't eaten in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came to a point when no one, no one at all acceeded to his request and he snatched the wallet of a girl sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was taken aback and the girl struggled but managed to snatch her wallet back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that man said in chinese as if everyone around were his audience, "I am really very hungry and since no one wanted to help I had no choice but to snatch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this guy started to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left before the police came. Glad to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to decide on the man's plight. He isn't crippled, he can speak chinese, he can get a job, even a low-paying one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I couldn't tell if he was sincere and so I shunned him like a plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one man gave him a few coins he took the money and put them into his wallet. There was a shop at the bus-stop (right maybe the amount wasn't sufficient) and I just wonder why he didn't immediately buy something to satisfy, or at least, feed his hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that his act wasn't exactly earnest, especially when he snatched the girl's wallet. Yeah, you may be desperate. But have you no pride of a grown man snatching a teenage girl's wallet in front of the many pairs of eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's just surprising to see such things happening around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's dinner and Island Creamery visit with my 7 other friends was good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115055826698466909?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115055826698466909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115055826698466909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115055826698466909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115055826698466909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello_115055826698466909.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115019187811960261</id><published>2006-06-13T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:49:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to K-Box with Germaine today and we sang CAO MENG! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE CAO MENG. I like to see them dance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took good neoprints though they were highly expensive. We each had to pay 5 bucks. 5 bucks. 5 BUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Amisha too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Germ I'm going to do the thing I'm supposed to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The tagged victim has to comeup with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;b) Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;c) Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment at their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'm way too lazy to do this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) If you are tagged the second time, there is no need to do this AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;e) The most important rule: Have fun doing it. &lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It has to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(God gave Adam Eve, He didn't give Adam another Adam.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He should be taller than me...?&lt;br /&gt;3) We must have the same belief.&lt;br /&gt;4) He must not curse nor swear nor spew vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;5) He can play the piano...?&lt;br /&gt;6) He should be able to tolerate me and my love for things uncommon (:&lt;br /&gt;7) He must have some intellect, better if he has more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;8) He should possess the qualities that everyone loves and &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Filial piety, responsibility, reliability, initiativity, integrity etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans all expect too much don't we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shakes head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah anyway I'm reading Pride &amp; Prejudice now in the midst of ignoring my homework and the book is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think literature students should read books like P&amp;P, To Kill A Mockingbird and all that fantastic classics and extreme winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I got to look beyond Jeffrey Archer, Melissa Nathan &amp; Michael Connelly. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-115019187811960261?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115019187811960261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115019187811960261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115019187811960261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115019187811960261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-went-to-k-box-with-germaine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-115010338991757331</id><published>2006-06-12T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:09:49.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes bimbo I'm updating (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two weeks into the month-long &lt;em&gt;(rather short, actually)&lt;/em&gt; holiday and up till now, I've managed to only finish my chinese homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claps and screams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle I abhor your stinking attitude of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle I abhor your fear of reading through your maths booklet to try to make sense of what seems senseless in mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle I abhor your ill-discipline in going about to embark on your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to do something yesterday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the food at Aunt Pat's house was good cause I was really quite hungry. It's quite sad that you only get to eat your lunch at 3.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the whole world knows about Island Creamery but me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a frog in the well. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is XX-dominated anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think us who love World Cup and have no cable are sad beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch &lt;strong&gt;South Korea&lt;/strong&gt; play their matches and I can't go "DAE HAN MIN GUK" with the fellow Korean supporters. RAHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to Saturday and Sunday when I don't have to rot at home feeling pathetic and stupid anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH ZHU QING I WANT TO GO OUT AND PLAY. &lt;em&gt;(But I'm not allowed I think.)&lt;/em&gt;&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/20228978-115010338991757331?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/115010338991757331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=115010338991757331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115010338991757331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/115010338991757331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/yes-bimbo-im-updating-its-been-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114976536368282841</id><published>2006-06-08T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T04:19:27.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was an UTTER waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations in black and white IS rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boring boring boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking so much the past week I feel my brain wanting to waste away already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I enjoyed the camp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a new friend and had fun with the people I already knew and now know better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/The%20Bimbos%20Acting%20Bimbo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/The%20Bimbos%20Acting%20Bimbo%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbos. -Shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love my friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114976536368282841?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114976536368282841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114976536368282841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114976536368282841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114976536368282841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-today-was-utter-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114926327439503162</id><published>2006-06-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:52:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a rocking time at Pre-University Seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE ARE THE &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8QaOWbdm1cOdg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you ever manage to catch any footage of Pre-U Sem in the news and on air, whenever you hear of the words 'The Keymaker', remember it's my group that did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Keymaker video got into the Top 3! :D :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stress we felt, all the sweat we undergone to produce the video was worth it. There were some compromises made and some opinions were buried but nonetheless, we managed to pull through this as a group! And I was the video editor together with Ruzaini. If you feel that the video is good, remember this girl called Jasmine cause she was the mastermind and co-ordinator of it all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty apprehensive and annoyed on day 1 that I had to spend my next 5 days with people whom I didn't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the pathetically dusty room strewn with spiders and hair and dust irked me a little and on the first night I woke up a total of 4 times during my interrupted sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day we had the opening ceremony and keynote address by Minister of State for Education and something-else, Mr. Gan Kim Yong. There were also very interesting parallel presentations and highly engaging Q&amp;A sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mop and the persistent _ _ guy were made rather famous, known for their consistency in asking questions and wanting &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; bad to get their answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea reception was good good good during the days when we had all the panel discussions and parallel presentations. I sneaked into the other LT to watch the JJ presenters and they've done us proud! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there was this team bonding activity called Discover NUS. Right I'm far too lazy now to elaborate everything but the most annoying thing of it all had to be waiting for the shuttle service which was packed all the time. We might have proven results if not for the lagging behind due to the bus service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights were devoted to workshops on Guerilla filming and although I didn't really enjoy them when I thought of all the work that had to be done on Thursday, I got rather stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so when Thursday came, I was really rather stressed. And poor Hong Fei lost both his wallet and handphone. Apparently he left it in the toilet and forgot to take it out, then some merciless faggot stole both his belongings :/ That faggot had the cheek to return the wallet which was emptied and penniless. All his $80 was gone. Stupid dishonest faggot. He must have known where we were doing the filming and had to fat cheek to leave it on the letterboxes which were situated at the place we filmed our friendly keymaker. WHAT A FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we filmed and filmed and uploaded and uploaded and went for lunch. I'm never going to eat at Taco Bell ever again. Worse fast food I've ever consumed in my entire life. Bleh. So after all these hassle we took MRT back to Buona Vista, took 95, and transferred to a Shuttle Bus Service back to PGP, afterwhich we went to edit, edit, edit, not taking a break until 6.30 when the video was &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; saved as a movie file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS REALLY HIGHLY RELIEVED AND HAPPY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came the night when we showcased our videos to each other in small clusters and groups. Our Keymaker video earned a huge applause (can you feel me beaming? HAHA.) and we as a group, were really elated (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/SEMINAR%20GROUP%205%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/SEMINAR%20GROUP%205%21.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This depicts the aftermath of success :D My lovely Seminar Group 5! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/YQ%2C%20Goldfish%20%26%20US..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/YQ%2C%20Goldfish%20%26%20US..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ever faithful and sweet SLOs Yong Quan &amp; Jin Yu with some of us on the last night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Crescent%20-%20Family%20Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/Crescent%20-%20Family%20Photo%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Crescent in Pre-U Sem Family photo taken on Day 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/GFC%2004%20with%20Our%20Hamper%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/GFC%2004%20with%20Our%20Hamper%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GFC 04 with our prize - The Hamper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/JJ%20-%20The%20Contingent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/JJ%20-%20The%20Contingent.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Me%20%26%20Joy%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/Me%20%26%20Joy%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy &amp; I :D My buddy throughout the entire camp. I LOVE YOU, GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/He%20Asked%20Me%20to%20Take%20This..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/He%20Asked%20Me%20to%20Take%20This..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear primary school friend who likes to take such dumb photos with silly poses. Great company &amp; friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Me%20%26%20Hong%20Fei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/Me%20%26%20Hong%20Fei.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Fei Hong pose by Hong Fei who loves to sing as well. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/My%20Beautiful%20Drawings%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/My%20Beautiful%20Drawings%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, and so I drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, I didn't regret my choice to join Pre-University Seminar this year and I truly treasure all friendships established and forged during the course of these 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Yu, Yong Quan, Kenny, Jia Wei, Joy, Shawn, Serene, Jeremiah, Yi Da, Hong Fei, Amy, Gim Hoe, Joel, Christine, Ruzaini, Wan Ching, Amelia, Marianne, Amisha, Jasmine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMINAR GROUP 5 ; 2006 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei's really really sweet. I was going to leave and carry my heavy luggage up the flight of steps. He stopped me while taking a photo with some people and said, "Isa, you're going to put that down now cause I'm gonna help you carry it up,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOEL NG JIA WEI. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just really really sweet and he refused to believe some things I said which happened during our primary school days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to see him again after 4 long years and interacting with a much more mature and sweet him :D Everyone was like 'HUH!' when I said we were primary school friends. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright goodnight my eyes are going to shut down very very soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114926327439503162?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114926327439503162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114926327439503162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114926327439503162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114926327439503162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-rocking-time-at-pre-university.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114847990720930952</id><published>2006-05-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:15:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think some people bathe in vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've heard my classmates in secondary school say that, but here and now, I hear it everyday, and it's affecting me a whole lot and no matter how I try they don't change and they don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it irks me a whole lot that they do not show the &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; bit of sincerity or respect by curbing their oh-so-mild language when you actually take the effort and muster the courage to get them to mind their language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for what reason, the minding of language thing would never happen. It has never worked and I don't think it ever will until those people really change the way they talk. It's as though they say it like it's part of their everyday must-say-if-not-i-will-die vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the attitudes of these people stink. If you haven't done your homework just jolly well be honest and tell the truth instead of telling your lousy and unjustifiable grandmother stories. If you know it's a plain lie, would the teacher be so gullibly deceived by your genius acting skills? And by lying through your teeth whilst looking at the teacher in the eye, you ought to be ashamed of how low you can stoop to avoid any form of punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it but I forgot to bring," is just as good as "I left my brain at home and I can't think,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really want to come to school, attend lessons or even just try and force yourself to, get out of school cause you know you hate that place and there's no point in staying if you never want to be serious about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in teachers being nice and repeating instructions ALL OVER AGAIN when their intentions at being nice and controlled aren't realised by people who are self-centred and heck not about how the teacher feels towards them and their stinking attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason I can think of as to why I'm so bewildered by these facts is that I've never really seen such real drama back in my secondary school days and the attitudes that other people can display compel me to think that such stinking attitudes &lt;strong&gt;DO &lt;/strong&gt;exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being exposed to all these rubbish is making my days rather miserable. It irks and hangs a dark and indispensable cloud over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I type the more I get pissed with them and I really really need to vent these things which have bothering me since last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wish they'd stop all that they're doing wrong and get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School would be so much better if it were this way. &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/20228978-114847990720930952?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114847990720930952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114847990720930952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114847990720930952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114847990720930952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-some-people-bathe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114830297637893259</id><published>2006-05-22T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:02:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annyong Hasaeyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not constipated anymore! YES YES YES. Toilet trips are good when you do not suffer from constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Ah Yi I hope yours is over too? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veeteeya I'm so tempted to put three words down here but I know I'd get hammered and whacked and punched tomorrow. Therefore, I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let's talk about the boring boring weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I went to JP to get some things I needed, then came home, prepared Partner's present, watched Wonderful Life, and managed to complete my zuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I crawled awake at the unearthly hour of 6.15am to prepare to go to school to go to NUS for the Pre-U Seminar briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Noel Ng Jia Wei who &lt;strong&gt;insisted&lt;/strong&gt; I abandon his chinese name because he's known as Noel for the last 4 years. Bleh I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I got home from NUS I did my two CLSPERMS-ICNG grids for GP Content Module and fell asleep one-quarter through and ended up sleeping for 1.5 hours, before waking up and feeling guilty and completing them. &lt;em&gt;I feel sad for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I was happy cause there was good food! My grandma treated us to a restaurant dinner which amounted to a good few hundred dollars for close to 20 people. Let me tell you the CHILLI CRAB was &lt;em&gt;ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;. The pincers broke on their own accord and there the meat was, lying in the huge plate of chilli-ish gravy, looking super, super, super DELECTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And delectable it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so, so GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHILLI CRAB (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then on Sunday after church my mum brought me to buy &lt;em&gt;court shoes&lt;/em&gt; :/ and a white blouse needed for formal attire during Pre-U Sem. And I saw Mark Chay who seems tall on TV but actually isn't in real life. And his girlfriend was well... I shall keep my comments to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and when I came home I did my Education Portfolio Task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was half on the computer and half watching Singapore Idol and laughing like mad with the contestants who REALLY REALLY overmine their singing abilities. And being the lazy me I had to be kept updated by Bo Wei who kept HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-ing in the conversation window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Careless Whisper guy. Seriously, what's he doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that adamant Gungfu rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;He looks totally un-gungfu-ish. To at least accomplish the looks part, you got to at least try to have a plait or a bald head. That's like basic requirement one if you really really yearn to stand out. &lt;em&gt;Although you did by making a complete fool out of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;He CANNOT rap. PLEASE. Let me tell you who are good rappers. Eric, Andy, Yun Ho, Jay, Wilber, Alan Luo, Liu Jia Yue Tuan and people who can really really talk fast and be GOOD at talking fast. GOOD. Where are you on the scale from 1 - 10? I think I'd give you a 3 for the effort, and the thing you were trying to swirl around but in a very unprofessional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol Auditions are always very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things to watch at any singing contest are the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to SG Idol 2008's auditions! For me to catch a good and hearty laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114830297637893259?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114830297637893259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114830297637893259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114830297637893259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114830297637893259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/annyong-hasaeyo-im-not-constipated.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114796202826544013</id><published>2006-05-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:20:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an utterly HORRIBLE day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffered from all sorts of unrests and aches that you could possibly have. Stomachache, headache, legache, incessant yawning etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically felt like shit the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my 2.4 timing is horrible even though I've improved. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST DO BETTER NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the stupid scoring chart. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Maths lecture cause I was suffering from such a shit headache I think I'd just cry during the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to get some sleep until we suggested going to JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, my headache healed after a little eating and walking around. I know, I skipped Maths lecture. I'm rather guilty of that, actually. Beatrice almost berated me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON'T EVER SKIP IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the PW lecture was so utterly useless they could have just given us the notes and cancelled the lecture. And the notes are such a waste of my money. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very constipated and I totally HATE THIS RAHH FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend but my Saturday is disrupted by the stupid Pre-U Seminar thing at NUS LT 27. WAH. No need to do homework already la. I planned to watch Wonderful Life tomorrow okay! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I NEED TO SHIT.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, a little too explicit. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114796202826544013?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114796202826544013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114796202826544013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114796202826544013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114796202826544013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-was-utterly-horrible-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114768646716920352</id><published>2006-05-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:47:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO FELLOW EARTHLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new skin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was utterly and jaw-breakingly horrified and disgusted in one-seven-four today. GROSS GROSS GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your self-initiated one-sided making out session to the privacy of your own space. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as though her boyfriend was being squashed and captured to her and she kept kissing him till there was no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Germ and I couldn't contain our disgusted laughter and she wasn't very happy. But what? She continue kissing her boyfriend. I think he's a little on the unwilling side. He didn't even move. And there she was, like some hippopotamus, giggling into his cheek and not being able to detach herself from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the case in front of us, and there was another case diagonally behind us. And at that seat, the guy was holding his girlfriend as if the world was going to pass by anytime and that he couldn't bear to part from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't help being mean, so we openly laughed. PLEASE LA. WANT TO DO SUCH THINGS DO IT SOMEWHERE MORE PRIVATE. If you didn't know, the bus is a very very very public transport. Plus, you were wearing uniforms. Everyone's going to think that nothing comes out from what you've learnt and attaching yourself to your seemingly unwilling boyfriend like an annoying leech is definetely NOT what you learn in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No brains. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring today. Our great teacher didn't come for literature lecture and had a good 1.5 hours break before Maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly Maths was alright today. BUT I HAD TO GO UP TO PRESENT AN ANSWER AND EXPLAIN IT TO THE CLASS(which I didn't think bothered to listen). It's alright. I merely talked to myself and hastily walked back to my seat (: I had ticks all over my answer. WHEE. And this guy whom I thought knew how to do EVERYTHING apparently didn't and I felt so smart for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I listened to Miss Mandy during Geog lecture, which is such a breakthrough because I never really did listen to her lectures properly. Inselberg is a nice word. Ruware and Bornhardt aren't that nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese Jo Jo and Xiu Ling were busy taking photos. DAMN FUNNY LA. And he turned and Jo Jo went 'Oops!'. It's okay you don't have to know who and what I'm talking about. Take your own sweet time to slowly guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I listened to the whole Econs lecture today though I didn't really get the surplus and shortage part. So confusing. RAH. Yay and I finished my Viewpoint Continuum. Left with my Content Module homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to re-unite with my DBSK Banjun Dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I LOVE X-MAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Neither the cartoon nor movie one.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114768646716920352?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114768646716920352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114768646716920352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114768646716920352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114768646716920352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-fellow-earthlings-i-like-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114752738441290237</id><published>2006-05-13T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T07:36:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOI NOI I LOVE THAT WORD TOO! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and I tried to do tutorial 7A. Could only complete 4 whole questions leaving a whole lot of blanks on my very ugly maths-dominated piece of paper. Blimey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Si Mian and Jan you CAN change the picture. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another totally nonsensical blog at campusmoblog.com all because Pre-U Seminar requires for us to sign up there to keep in contact with our Guerilla Filming Crew. Singtel's sponsoring all groups with a N70 phone to do our filming, and I don't know which company is going to provide us with a laptop to do our film editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIMEY! Cool or what! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say that, in the course of this week, Hui Jun gave me a sticker which reads, "I LOVE NEIGHBOURS" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha silly girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire week had been pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Econs test on Monday was oh well, blimey-ly bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chinese on Tuesday Fu lao shi said I read well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I went to SRJC with the Pre-U Seminar people and met Crescent people like Sam, Soph, Nurul &amp; Farah. It was a &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; boring trip though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I did nothing special but was informed that PFT is NEXT WEEK. BLIMEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, which was yesterday, I K-Boxed with my &lt;strong&gt;Pro Partner &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Vania&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vania's very cute. She called today to complain about Miss-(dripping with sarcasm)-Unproportionate. I guess you can decipher who she is. Blimey, WHAT a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's a very kind boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was rewarded $100 worth of Popular Bookstore vouchers by his school for his excellent grades and he spent not a single cent of it, giving part of them to me to buy pens and refills, and my mother to buy a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet guy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE I LOVE THIS BLOG LAYOUT! MR CARROT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114752738441290237?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114752738441290237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114752738441290237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114752738441290237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114752738441290237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/noi-noi-i-love-that-word-too-whee-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114700837924912998</id><published>2006-05-07T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T06:26:19.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad to say that I conquered Binomial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have some questions left answered, still, I managed to force myself to sit at my table from 10 AM to 2 PM on Saturday to finish the tutorial and assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Zhi Wei hasn't done his yet. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey, I haven't touched Geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was researching on Tors of Dartmoor, found 1001 photos but there were lesser information, what more of the influence of stupid rock joints or lines of weaknesses. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay General Elections is fun! I hope I can vote in the next election (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind to actually watch the news with my parents but fell asleep looking at the hundreds of Tors Dartmoor has. SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the June holidays to come even though it means exams or rather, tests after that, I still want my June holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not believing this! WHEE! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah. I love Mind Your Language. It's addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114700837924912998?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114700837924912998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114700837924912998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114700837924912998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114700837924912998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-glad-to-say-that-i-conquered.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114666408917783281</id><published>2006-05-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:16:42.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I wasn't going to make it till the last sentence of my Portrait essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, and all I did was crap :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend's going to be one crammed with studying and doing and more studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to study for Econs test on the Theory of Demand, Supply &amp; Price Determination. With the help of the essay book I bought I hope I'd do better than I did in the first essay which was total rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have LOADS of homework to do. It might not be numerous but the quantity is YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binomal tutorial and assignment, I'm sure, is going to take up my entire saturday morning and afternoon and possibly friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ANNOYING OH HOW ANNOYING physical geog assignment is going to kill my brain cells. They do NOT like to read about rocks. NOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh and there's the filming tomorrow when we all have to act as extras. I DON'T WANT. IT'S DUMB. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I'm looking forward to General Elections! Politics was dead boring to me in the past but now it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 5 ministers in the West Coast GRC come from HARVARD and MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY (MIT). Just how smart can these people get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvard's world number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIT's world number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW WOW WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, World Cup is coming! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there are things worth my looking forward to in these days of absolute monotony. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually PC is alright when we do it together as a class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to dread PC like shit. But now, with people like Bea-nut, Shar-nut, Eu-nut, Farha-nut, Ha-nut, Jo-nut, Cla-nut, Ling-nut and Nut-ti-ya, and all the cheers that they'd happily come up with, perk me up and allow me to at least not hold such a horrible thought about having to run the many rounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvetty asked me about Maths lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S THIS TOTALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL GUY WHO'S A THOUSAND AND TWENTY THREE TIMES WORSE THAN MY ALREADY VERY DYSFUNCTIONAL NEIGHBOUR (if you still remember her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shirt is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy in and you won't want to see how properly TUCKED IN it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terribly, terribly, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did the ostrich walk if that is what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE IN MATHS YOU TELL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114666408917783281?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114666408917783281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114666408917783281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114666408917783281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114666408917783281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-i-wasnt-going-to-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114640453210574744</id><published>2006-04-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:42:12.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Veeteeya for listening to me rant (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Si Ying for that call. Really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the rest of you who offered a word of encouragement and a glimmer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relatively okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with the two lit essays for homework, which means I have to read the two texts by this week to complete them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'd ever be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling-nut loves GOONG too! Yay I found a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And partner talked to me on MSN yesterday. It was like, the first time we ever chatted online this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to her made me remember the fun and happy days I had then, back in my secondary 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that we had so much in common until we became partners when I shifted to the back for the sake of my other classmates. Boy was I super reluctant to move at first. However, I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved Korean dramas, and she'd always lend her the very nice serials and movies that she has and we'd talk about them non-stop, even to the extent of imitating the actions of the people in the show, for one, FULL HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got her hooked onto X-Man, which makes the both of us tremble with uncontrollable laughter even during lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When recess or lunch comes we'd play scissors, paper, stone to decide on which stall we should go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this diary system of writing a short page to each other everyday in this small book, by recounting the stupid things or memorable events that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the Pro one day, and she the Assistant, and then vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja Aja Fighting was what we'd use to spur each other on before every test or exam if it doesn't slip our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN I REALLY MISS ALL THE LAUGHTER WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stories she told me, everything about her annoying but lovable brothers, her act-cute mum, and her family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GETTING VERY NOSTALGIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTNER, WHY ARE YOU IN CJ???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she'd read this. It's even a miracle to see her online. I think only Si Ying knows who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still miss my beloved partner! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd help her in correcting her english, and there were times when she wanted to give up on teaching me Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE ALWAYS SPOKE IN CHINESE. I think my Chinese became more fluent after sitting beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I miss my partner. I miss my ex-partner too whom I don't think would be reading this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing till I cried, cause I get to do that almost everyday back then in Crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ has such a varied mix of people that the extreme ones you thought never existed are able to leave you feeling highly intimidated and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;SI YING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be strong and just feign ignorance okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance IS bliss (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114640453210574744?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114640453210574744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114640453210574744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114640453210574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114640453210574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-veeteeya-for-listening-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114623329350305753</id><published>2006-04-28T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:28:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting damn pissed. Vithiya, it's about the same girl and the same thing and she's pissing me off BIG TIME. I don't think back then in Crescent pissed off would have been what I would have used, but my parents and my maid say I've changed? I became more temperamental, more intolerant, more immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even harsh words come easily to my mouth and I don't feel a tinge of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy path of destruction. I want to be out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really pissing me off. They have said, from at least 3 weeks ago that they need samples. SAMPLES. Now you're telling me when we need the samples on Sunday that you don't know where the supplier is located? What have you been doing? Is that being responsible for what you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people tell me that I look fierce and unapproachable when I don't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you HAVE to smile all the time? When you don't feel like it, you have to put up a false front too? When there's absolutely nothing to smile about, why should I? All these make no sense to me and they never will. Ever since this year I've started to take things very very personally and sometimes that feeling just makes my life ruddy miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to feel like shit, and hard for that lingering feeling to dissipate within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree not with my definitions you can jolly do well with minding your own business. I don't have the liberty to choose? Why get pissed when you're the one who's upsetting me in first place? Maybe I have expectations which are too high, but you have to give me time to adjust to the current surroundings. There are some things which you find fun which I don't. There are some words which you can accept that I can't. PLEASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels bad when people tell you you've changed. And it's even worse when you don't feel that you've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desensitisation is one word suitable for many contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it can't be my excuse as human failure, but I'm sick and tired of all these now. Sometimes, when I tell you that I feel like whacking you, I really, really, do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going back to Crescent. At least I could laugh and smile with all the people without inhibitions. I don't think I'm being myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying I finally understand how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought through so much like I did this week, and I really really need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt so pathetic about everything in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just suck sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114623329350305753?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114623329350305753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114623329350305753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114623329350305753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114623329350305753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-getting-damn-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114614944080619437</id><published>2006-04-27T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:50:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Germ at 10AM today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Germ I wasn't late okay. I WASN'T! My watch is slower than yours, that's all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, punctuality is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else arrived so late I got nothing to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EUNICE ANG. REMEMBER TO SET YOUR ALARM CLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to have patience when I wait for late-comers, and I really don't know where all these patience goes to when I'm facing Maths or trying to explain things to people. You mean there's eh... selective patience?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jie Si today after not seeing for like this whole year? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot of JJCians were pigging out at JEC today. Our kind of place, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of my current May 2006 calender. It's GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Yi told me on wednesday that she saw a pair of GREEN Puma shoes which I'd love when she went window shopping. OH NO. What if I really see it? Succumb not to temptation! &lt;em&gt;(Though this fails like, all the time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Charles Dickens is a remarkable fellow and I was just wondering when ANY sort of talent would come out in me like literary writing came out in him in full splendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE. People are blessed with different talents and abilities, and mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW SINCE THEY ALL SEEM INTANGIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06A03 still needs a lot of bonding. I doubt we're even close to being a little close. Other than being supportive of each other, politics still reign. Aye aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just never a time and never will have a time when everyone will be comfy and alright with everyone else, and that is major setback of life's journey :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114614944080619437?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114614944080619437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114614944080619437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114614944080619437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114614944080619437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/met-germ-at-10am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114606571639018468</id><published>2006-04-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:40:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army life really isn't as hellish as everyone has been stereotyping it to be. If you want to know how hell is really like, try reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and let it gnaw your senses into the excruciating images it can unfold for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it rained in Tekong today! And because we were all busy rushing from some ulu place to the auditorium, we walked super fast and I failed to notice my friend who was amidst the throng of similar looking people with shaved heads, grey shirts, black shorts, socks and shoes? Or was he in the green army suit? Aye I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he saw me and messaged me. It's not very often you see someone you know with his face painted green and black and wearing the green army camouflaged suit complete with real grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw Yvette's boyfriend from far far far away! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bus ride there was horrible. Germaine and I had a hard time trying to sleep thanks but no thanks to the horrible heat while Xin Yi and Yvette were constantly tortured at their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were going back we were hoping so very had that we get NOT the stupid same old bus (even though it's painted partially green). AND WE DID NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT FIRST CLASS COOL AIRCON COMFORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plenty of leg space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was Germaine's pillow for like 3/4 the ride. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just didn't know how much we were celebrating :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No school for all JJCians tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, no PC, no Maths Lecture(I'm very glad), no GP, no civics and blah. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, BMTC serves good food. For refreshments we got chocolate eclair, some blueberry cake and a packet of drink. GOOD OR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, be glad that the Singapore Government treats you so well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I just realised that I have Jeffrey Archer and James Patterson waiting for me to be read! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee-nut, you're welcome, and, I LOVE PANDY (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114606571639018468?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114606571639018468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114606571639018468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114606571639018468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114606571639018468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-army-life-really-isnt-as-hellish.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114596427792819144</id><published>2006-04-25T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T04:39:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Ah Nae's birthday. Saeng Il Chuk Ha Ham Ni Da my dear! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC was tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Wang Xin Yi, at this rate you're ponning PC, during NAPFA she might just ask you if you're from A03 or not. SO, PON NO MORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh said both my PI(s) were okay! So he has to review them and get back to me via sms. PLEASE PLEASE ACCEPT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not I think I'd cry in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done 4 different ones. So, he had better accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to embark on #5. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics was boring. Vicky's pastime's bullying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say something bad about him he'd go, "You say that again,?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he'd attempt to pull out my clip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has such weird ways of humouring himself. When he humours himself I'd be victimised. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICKY AYE VICKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to give you that fierce stare when you know that he justs wants to do it for fun. So, blatant ignorance &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rugby boys can get into their aspired Top 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hope the JJ hockey team wins PJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye I don't really care, as long as they do their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS LECTURE was a chore and a bore and a long haul off the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got no gist of what she really was saying, and the nice quiet atmosphere made me yawn to no end. I was tearing from all that intense yawning. RAHH. Why do I always feel sleepy when I'm not supposed to and wide awake when I want to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School for me tomorrow would only be GP and Geog! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, THURSDAY'S A HOLIDAY FOR JJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expressing my enthusiasm in mock delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114596427792819144?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114596427792819144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114596427792819144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114596427792819144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114596427792819144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-ah-naes-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114587618794636021</id><published>2006-04-24T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:56:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A03 girls are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all our nut names, I like Mee-nut, Bea-nut and Nut-thiya. SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today almost all of us went JP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajar, Metal, Sharlene, Meena, Farhana, Jo, Beatrice, Xiu Ling, Veeteeya and I. Plus Aishah and &lt;em&gt;YJC&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were all at the bus-stop then Wai Kit was walking towards us. As he got nearer he got the premonition that we were going to do something to him so he kept looking down as we were ALL looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he was like within 4 metres of us, we all went, "WAI KIT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flushed and blushed and his face was red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a classic and priceless expression that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent and just smiled slightly at us. After he walked out of the bus-stop we went, "BYE WAI KIT!" then he covered his ears and waved a bye a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA FUNNY BOY. SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm going to miss Maths Tutorial when I go for BMTC when my Maths is already so horribly lousy. My test is SO SO SO screwed. I can't even get the fact that f-inverse(f) = x. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISABELLE YOU'RE LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY, VERY, LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like Geography now. But the human geog lecturer is boring to nuts and bolts and bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "'Kay" after every sentence she utters. EVERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette and I were saying that she could utter 600 'Okays' in an hour of lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why Singapore has such a lack of lucrative and proper vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Renee's present just now and I'm proud of my work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs lecture was SO SO SO boring today and Chinese failed to perk me up despite it being my favourite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/21%20Colours%20of%20M%26M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/21%20Colours%20of%20M%26M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, by the way, that M&amp;Ms come in an array of 21 colours? (: &lt;em&gt;Credit&lt;/em&gt;: google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit with Pandy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make her laugh I laugh at the way she laughs cause her whole body shivers and the sound she lets out is super funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't help it but laugh even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried too! G.L, for sure, knew that we weren't paying much attention. But being a nice teacher, he didn't say anything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA PANDY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE STUPID THINGS ON MY LIT BOOK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright. See him as a friend you can wave 'hi' to and try not to think so much and feel so down whenever he's brought up somewhere. And I'll stop teasing you alright! You're free to tease me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Mee-nut! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Roofus!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it's possible! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyeonghi Gaseyo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114587618794636021?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114587618794636021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114587618794636021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114587618794636021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114587618794636021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/a03-girls-are-nuts_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114561377677670445</id><published>2006-04-21T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:27:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have a dysfunctional neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman with messy hair and auntie dressing and all was walking behind me and she overtook me when we neared the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't want to waste my time waiting for the next lift, I walked faster and went into the lift behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in, she pressed '12'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked forward to press '15'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, this is why I think she's utterly dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a haste, looking peeved and annoyed and disgruntled, she went forward and harshly threatened to spoil the buttons by hitting real hard on '14' and '16' which flanked '15' on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she stepped back rather angrily and proceeded to close her obstructive umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How totally mature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she wanted to piss me off? She succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's the point of doing that when I've never seen her in my entire life and that I have nothing against her and would want absolutely nothing to do with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an adult but you behave like an immature child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. You need my form of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was pissed off or if I felt irked earlier on, I might have just muttered something in her prescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I felt maligned and unjustified, I stood there looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with her, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she thought she would throw me a lot of hassle by pressing both '14' and '16', then her maths is a thousand times worse than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have pressed '13' and '14' instead right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'16' gives me no hassle at all, my darling neighbour :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of annoying and immature neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;Re-do my PI (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;Maths QIGONOMEQI Tutorial &amp; Assignment&lt;/s&gt; (to the best of my ability, yes)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;Human Geog Tutorial&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;Physical Geog Tutorial&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;Study for Maths test&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;s&gt;GP Exercise&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;s&gt;Family, Youth &amp; The Aged Content Module Portfolio&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHH. What I dread the most is MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I had fun during Geography lecture. Sat with Zhi Wei again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how could we pay attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee-nut made me laugh like mad over her laughter which was caused by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we laughed and laughed and the teacher told us to pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA but still, I enjoyed laughing. Surprisingly too, I didn't feel like falling asleep during the whooping 2 hours of lit lecture and tutorial. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10 + 10 + 10 + 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG DANG DANG DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blame it on Zhi Wei if you want!) HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114561377677670445?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114561377677670445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114561377677670445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114561377677670445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114561377677670445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-have-dysfunctional-neighbour.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114536509542147891</id><published>2006-04-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:03:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ran seven rounds today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather tolerable, and a little enjoyable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right what's wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, JJ's toilets were super co-operative today cause everytime I stepped into the toilet (which constitutes many times), there were toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Mr Dore happily took up my lit text to see where we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote rather big at the top, "I am very sleepy,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "I am very sleepy, yes I can see that,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't blame students for falling asleep cause it's rather inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the seminar today was boring to bits. Even though I liked the hokkien part of the funny skit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid IDP I signed up for is going to drive me up my wall very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to vote for AMIRA #6, XIN YI #11 &amp; GERMAINE #22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114536509542147891?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114536509542147891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114536509542147891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114536509542147891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114536509542147891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-ran-seven-rounds-today-it-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114528027246483444</id><published>2006-04-17T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:24:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull out his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Apologize,&lt;br /&gt;Apologize,&lt;br /&gt;Pull out his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize,&lt;br /&gt;Pull out his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Pull out his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I like the way James Joyce writes. So retardedly cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zhi Wei is a very slow person when it comes to comprehending words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, the green wothe botheth = O, the green water bottle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he thought I bought a green water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, THE GREEN WOTHE BOTHETH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a baby saying that. Ahhh I love playing with babies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so, so, so CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Zhi Wei happily laughed at the name James Joyce and asked me if it was a guy or a girl. Alright more like man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Joyce is the name of a guy unless his parents thinks he suits the name Joyce James better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce James should be the name of a girl unless her parents thinks she suits the name James Joyce better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, let me tell you about my horribly BORING weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday's not literally good, it was very very very boring. I was suffering from ennui. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole morning cracking my head for Maths and Maths and more Maths. Especially for the horrible topic with a horrible name horribly called FUNCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly learn how Korea functions as a country more than the MATH topic on Functions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was boring day number 2 cause Amira and Maxie came to my house to do our Pre-U Sem powerpoint presentation. I yawned a gazillion times and felt bored for more than a trillion times and I think I went to the toilet for close to a million divided by a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal looks cute today. Haha. She blamed me for announcing the drastic change in her eyebrows to the WHOLE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be rest assured my friend, that not even close to 0.0000001% of the world population knows about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRALALADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114528027246483444?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114528027246483444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114528027246483444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114528027246483444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114528027246483444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/tralala-pull-out-his-eyes-apologize.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114493764193450122</id><published>2006-04-13T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:19:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drumroll please (thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA! &lt;strong&gt;MR CARROT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Mr%20Carrot%21.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/Mr%20Carrot%21.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it cute? It's a carrot, not a pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I screwed up severely in my maths quiz. And, trigonometry is such an annoyingly hard topic I feel like puking everytime I see it. BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather pissed off today with the guys and their vulgarities and rude behaviour. Seriously, the guys in A03 are like, the least gentlemanly? Crude too, and it gets really annoying when the f word slips out their mouth without them even being sorry for it, to the point of being indignant in their speech that the word is a part of their everyday vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I really do feel uncomfortable hearing their vulgarities, and it irks me that they say it without any consciousness and without any gentlemanly grace and thought for the respect of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really abhor their way of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky likes to bully me. Why? Because I respond in a manner which cracks him up. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we visited the Supreme Court. It was an utterly boring one cause I had a headache the moment I stepped into the building. The entire building is such a waste of land and space. It's far too spacious when land in Singapore is scarce. AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were elevated up to the highest storey in the building where we had a view of the area. There were diagonal glass frames angled at a certain steepness from the floor to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky happily enlisted the help of Germaine to call me to the side of the glass frame cause I am always partially deaf when it comes to him calling me. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT MEAN THING HE DID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to look out at something and I was trying my best not to go near the edge, and at the same time trying to spot whatever he was asking me to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gullibly believed him when I asked him if he was going to push me and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments, he gave me a slight push with one palm from the back, or at least he attempted to cause he made a sound and I could feel him wanting to push him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said my reaction and facial expression was classic and he should have video recorded it down. :&lt;br /&gt;I think my arms were like flailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID VICKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept laughing at me, even till today. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a very sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with the stupid IDP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have an interview, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE EXPECTS US TO PUT ON PROFESSIONAL CLOTHES, WITH JACKET AND HANDBAG AND SHOES TO MATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life, woman, and get out of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give me extra workload and stop traumatising me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to whack someone, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114493764193450122?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114493764193450122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114493764193450122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114493764193450122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114493764193450122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-me-introduce-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114467917048054100</id><published>2006-04-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:33:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lazy to blog. Xin Yi please spare me the next time before I puke in front of the computer and crash it okay? If it crashes all our 06A02 photos would be GONE, GONE! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay rubbish. Actually being a tutor isn't that bad. At least I benefitted quite a bit from the super late and long session for tutors earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine came to house to kill time and do maths before that. Being the kind soul that I am I lent her my graphical calculator and helped her with her work with some enlightening from her, ironically. She told me that I am very un-confident of my answers and knowledge. SO I HAVE TO BE MORE CONFIDENT WHEN TACKLING QUESTIONS! (Easier said than done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but the only time I felt confident of my ability in Maths was during the 'O's. The papers were seemingly so much easier than Crescent's annoyingly demoralising papers. Alright I think I have brooded over these for more than enough times already. I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I was on a kill-insect spree last night AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE. How can these puny little thugs fly their way up to the fifteenth floor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi there's actually nothing much to blog about! Unless you want people to know about Mr. Referee. HAHA (: Today was an amusing day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people think that my Mr Carrot is cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji-Shen said Chicken Little is cuter. :&lt;br /&gt;Bo Wei happily told me it looks more like a pumpkin. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah stupid blogger didn't allow me to upload my cute Mr Carrot. I shall do it next time if I ever remember :( It is a birthday gift from my friend of a whopping 11/12 years :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRRRRRRRRR CARROTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the ONE thing I like so much about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has an ORANGE body and GREEN hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful wonderful WONDERFUL colour combination (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sick and tired of the work my IDP is piling on me. Doesn't make much sense to make us find 5 job ads, do research on the companies, find 5 scholarship ads, write 5 different application letters for your resume, and another 5 different letters for your 5 scholarship ads, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've managed to achieve so far is to cut out THREE job ads. Where do you even FIND scholarship ads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WRITE 5 APPLICATION LETTERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding and I refuse to comply with your wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch My Girl now and throw these issues and work to the back of my mind, inviting some clearance and humour before I can start to work again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of procrastination, everyone needs to master it for every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun completing your homework, if you need all the wishes I can offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114467917048054100?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114467917048054100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114467917048054100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114467917048054100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114467917048054100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114415710133427742</id><published>2006-04-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:51:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"ni jiu si wo de wei yee!!!!!!!!!" - THANKS JI-SHEN THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in school when I see Xiao Ji, Jun Ting and Zhou Ren this song will start playing by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How totally miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, having missed lessons today, I'm going to miss lessons AGAIN on friday. My life in JJ is so full of misses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right that didn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Sher and I were malu-ed today but we were very very thick-skinned. The three of us took a photo with the Minister of Trade and Finance, the head of NYAA(?) and one more extra person or whoever he is. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the NYAA representative asked me, "Which school are you all from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "Crescent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "But this is not the Crescent uniform, this is the JJ uniform!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WAS FROM JJ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went, "Good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DUMB RESPONSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's my senior of at least 3 decades? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed the overly-crowded free buffet and walked all the way to Lau Pa Sat to celebrate with our own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so noble, giving up the food to others (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH I FORGOT TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G.O.H, I just realised, was Mr Gan Kim Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I went up on stage, he went, "Congratulations Isabelle,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO HONOURED :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/We%20Got%20Our%20Certs%21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/We%20Got%20Our%20Certs%21.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our NYAA Silver Certificates! Yay yay yay! It's going to look pretty in my testimonial (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/WE%20LOVE%20THE%20LOO%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/WE%20LOVE%20THE%20LOO%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE THE LOO! You know why, the loo's main colour theme's GREEN. Not just GREEN, but LIME GREEN! Imagine my sheer euphoria :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114415710133427742?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114415710133427742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114415710133427742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114415710133427742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114415710133427742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/ni-jiu-si-wo-de-wei-yee-thanks-ji-shen.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114406827485425806</id><published>2006-04-03T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:13:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me talk about A03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I am always placed into a class that I can and am willing to grow to love and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are my wondermates from the first two months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIKNESH&lt;/strong&gt; (The Chao Ah Beng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GERMAINE&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's always Y-H-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YVETTY&lt;/strong&gt; (The person who pons PC 24/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XIN YI&lt;/strong&gt; (Who XIAO JI-s all the time. THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the wonderful others whom I've come to know and bicker with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VITHIYA&lt;/strong&gt; (My Crescent wondermate whom I've never exchanged a word with in our four years of parallel education)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUNICE&lt;/strong&gt; (The annoying metallic one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSEPHINE&lt;/strong&gt; (The CUTE CUTE CUTE girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEATRICE&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's always sensible and understanding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEENA&lt;/strong&gt; (Who looks guai but is scary. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARLENE&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's just plain crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAJAR&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's cute too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XIU LING&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's a super sweet girl :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLARA&lt;/strong&gt; (Who's my sole companion for freaky H2 Maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well,also &lt;strong&gt;VALENTINE&lt;/strong&gt; who has such a sweet name and who's always smiling till his eyes form a single thin line. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after the KFC dinner I realise I DO MISS 06A02. But well, change is the only constant in life and we all have got to move on and stop harping on the past even though we do miss it a whole lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/I%20love%20these%20people%20to%20bits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/I%20love%20these%20people%20to%20bits.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are unaware, you can actually click on this pretty photo and it will lead you to another page where you can get a better view of the wonderful people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. METAL IF YOU'RE READING YOU BETTER TAG. Don't give me another shock in the toilet again. I'd physically abuse you this time. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like bickering with metal. She's a very nice person to bicker with cause the things that we bicker about are dumb. And ah, this girl can't say no temptations. AYE AYE AYE. There goes another Snickers bar. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lala&lt;br /&gt;Tralala tralaladdy&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lala&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man is a &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; boring text to read because the copy we have is so &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; black and white and the pages of the copy are so &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; clean. I don't like reading on new and white paper. Yellow pages which are a little more crumpled appeal better to me. Yah I'm seriously a little dysfunctional in my choices sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! I LOVE MY H2 MATHS BOOKLET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So neat and nice! Tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Happy belated birthday Tarzan! :D (Although I wished you on the very day itself. See, I'm so nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. I'm in the mood for posting photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/OH%20SIX%20A%20OH%20TWO%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/OH%20SIX%20A%20OH%20TWO%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Celestine. And Tarzan's the copycat at the back. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/Class%20Photo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/Class%20Photo%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our class shirt is the best shirt I've ever seen around :D All hand-drawn and painstakingly completed one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/1600/More%204S1%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3242/2022/200/More%204S1%202005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite girls :D Si Ying, this photo is especially for you who has yet to overcome the nostalgia of our wonderful two years together (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114406827485425806?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114406827485425806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114406827485425806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114406827485425806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114406827485425806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-me-talk-about-a03.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114372493103794966</id><published>2006-03-30T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:22:11.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day: AFFRONTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to make a guess what I want to say today? I can never really pull off my euphoria in words. I think I do my feelings and emotions more justice on my blog when I'm angry and highly highly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many dead bodies lying in the wastepaper basket in my room. They are squashed in the tissue papers which held them captive and made them dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little annoying insects have been annoying me and my clean room floor since MONDAY? Just get a life and stop flying into my room and resting your irritating blackish brownish bodies on my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted SO MANY pieces of tissue paper to kill these annoying insects. Paper is precious. It costs money. Please be nice and stop barging into my room thinking the whole floor's yours to roam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ANNOYING INSECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't just dominate my floor. They dominate my ceiling and walls. Three even had the horrendous audacity to crawl and place their filthy bodies on my tablet screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got the death punishment, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH I HATE THESE IRRITATING INSECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate looking at their crushed bodies and I so so hate holding the tissue with their bodies inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just blindly bang themselves against the wall and die instead of having to suffer to death by getting mercilessly crushed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114372493103794966?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114372493103794966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114372493103794966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114372493103794966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114372493103794966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/03/word-of-day-affronted-want-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114355980786811052</id><published>2006-03-28T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:38:55.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EBULLIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why I'm so happy today? I do not regret my choice to go ahead and go back to school again after coming home. Had a lot of fun with my PAE mates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06A02!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though only fourteen people were there, we still had tremendous fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIRA KISSED ME TWICE TODAY LA. She caught me by complete surprise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me tell you who went. I don't care if you don't want to know, I'm going to tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celestine, Kui Noi, Yin Zhen, Li Ying, Xin Ying, Mathani, Germaine, Me, Donald, Vicky, Matin, Harrison, Ming, Zhi Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Yi, Hui Jun, Xiao Ji and Crystal didn't join us :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, we still love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a ruckus at KFC in JP and when we were singing Ming his birthday song, there were passerbys with bemused faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at this juncture Vicky told me, "That man keep looking at you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, my father waved at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Vicky, "It's my father la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went, "How am I supposed to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe it wasn't very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a total of 80 plus pictures today of 06A03 (JAE) and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;06A02&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after hanging out and laughing and chatting with 06A02 again, I realise truly, how much I have grown to have them imprinted deeper in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though at the beginning I don't think I really liked the class cause I was the sole girl from OG 1, I'm glad I'm placed into this class and for the opportunity of meeting so many wonderful people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MING&lt;/strong&gt;! If I forget, this is to wish you an early &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something rather unpleasant happened today and apparently there's going to be a long lecture by you-know-who tomorrow. I seriously can't stand him sometimes with the horrible language command and irrational rubbishy so-called theoretical theory. I feel like typing two words. But I SO should not type them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you are a 2nd-intaker and you happen to be reading this (though the probability is like 1/1000), I have this to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who have worked, sweated, lost sleep, gained eyebags, got scoldings, cried and suffered are the people who aren't your OGLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SHADOWS&lt;/span&gt; WHO MADE ORIENTATION 2 SUCCESSFUL FOR ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have slogged their guts and brain cells and energy out for this orientation, and I'm saying this so that you at least KNOW that they exist, and that they were the ones who made orientation so special for you other than your OGLs who get all the front attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They work backstage, and they are the crew who did all your decos, programmed all your games, taught you all your dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave school at almost six to seven most of the time before the week of orientation, they get home at an unearthly hour of nine or ten when we are all snugly tucked into our beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should give them a salute, or at least, a word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germ, Xin Yi &amp;amp; Hui Jun! Don't feel down just because your efforts aren't recognised by and large, cause they are, in me and in us who are behind you all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114355980786811052?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114355980786811052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114355980786811052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114355980786811052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114355980786811052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/03/word-of-day-ebullient-know-why-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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-20228978.post-114345839147437772</id><published>2006-03-27T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:19:59.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHAFED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I barely know you and talk to you, you DON'T twist my name into a manner of which as though I have known you for a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't piss me off. It gives me the creeps when that word comes out of your mouth and reaches my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH URGH URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day when Ji-Shen, Jun Ting, and their tall friend has to enlist into national service, and their hair has to be RAZORED &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BALD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm going to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for laughing at me today ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair WILL grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jun Ting. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research SUCKS when the thing you're supposed to research on is so broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't started on my PW PI yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARVELLOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to blog so let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seriously a lot of things you can complain and whine about. Even as I look at my timetable everyday with UTMOST DISGUST, there ARE people who end later than me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the workload which is going to be piled atop of me till I can't breathe for this year and the next, I feel like cowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best is that I don't really get maths and I feel like such a complete fool when the people in that class know the answer to like every single question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ask SMART questions and all that goes through my head is "Why?" "Huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my tutor. I've never been confident of Maths in my entire secondary education and I doubt I'd be able to gain back the confidence that I had when I was sitting for my O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you DO happen to know anything about what other HUB Singapore wants to become, please tell me. It's essential and it would help a lot in doing my annoying research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by now, this is yet another one of the self-degratory posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly wish to go back to last year, to 4S1, where I feel little inhibitions about doing the things I want. I want to relive my sec 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates and I wonder how they're doing in their respective colleges, I miss my fellow guides. I miss guide meetings. If I ever have the power, I want to implement uniform groups as CCAs in Junior Colleges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ has a CCA called JAPANESE CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch anime, eat sushi, and still get the CCA record due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of high-life do they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more highly annoying thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IDP I chose is cancelled because no one pretty much chose it? KNS. If you placed it there already in BLACK AND WHITE you're going to suka suka take it out and leave me with other IDPs that do not catch my interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Interest-Directed Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying something here that doesn't sound very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but this is how I vent my frustrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20228978-114345839147437772?l=incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/feeds/114345839147437772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20228978&amp;postID=114345839147437772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114345839147437772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20228978/posts/default/114345839147437772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorporeal-evidence.blogspot.com/2006/03/word-of-day-chafed-i-cant-stand-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13978705852581427149</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>
