<?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-11664078</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:10:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on My List</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>471</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4262231060086155670</id><published>2010-05-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:40:10.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finnesse</title><content type='html'>the best thing that can happen to you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(chengyan volunteered herself to the 4th person in econs mastermind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claudia: 哎，你干吗自讨苦吃?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chengyan: 我就陪他们。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: 她要陪我啦 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chengyan: 谁要陪你，你有人陪了!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come i get the feeling that i've been finnessed!! X( naughty girls! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4262231060086155670?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4262231060086155670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4262231060086155670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4262231060086155670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4262231060086155670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/05/finnesse.html' title='finnesse'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-292048122602542138</id><published>2010-05-03T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:34:00.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sawadeekrab</title><content type='html'>holiday mood! makes me feel like spamming my tiny little space online a bit (whilst anticipating my promotion to master on mh. 99%!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hail ip man II (: master ye kissed goodbye to the hardships of war. much as i loved to watch movies on war and conflict (just one rank down comedies on my "favourites" list), the "i'm a chinaman" theme was still ever alluring. the little boy who acted as little bruce lee at the end was so cute :D 108 min was so short and i heard that there won't be ip man III ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supper&lt;b&gt;club&lt;/b&gt; :D we took the same train as claudia! though we didn't meet each other on the train. still it's cool when we realised it (: the weather was so hot! dewei looked like he was going to suffer from heatstroke when he walked to supper&lt;b&gt;club&lt;/b&gt; in his long-sleeved shirt plus sweater. and his agony was not relieved because supper&lt;b&gt;club&lt;/b&gt; was even warmer. poor dewei, his sweatshirt was botched with his sweat towards the end la, just imagine how wet inside must be :x then we tied his shoes to the railings so that it dangled and looked like they were going to fall down to the level below ours :p haha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the long queues for food and drinks were a little discouraging but the performances did rarr-rarr us a little after that. to the point that the whole faculty was so high and was jumping the beat of the music just before we left :d we have so many dancers and singers in the fac, it's just so cool la :D but we were shouting "no encore" at one of the groups (shan't name it :p) when others requested it because the singing... was just not comparable to others. oh eryn sang the same song twice but it was nice hearing it at 2 different pitches. after that the fac heads tried dancing high school musical, it was so hilarious :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha not much details cos it's time for bed :D but i must say it was quite an experience. i mean it's not as if i'll be going to any nightclub any time soon. and this is like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to expose myself to it in the safest way possible (that is, going with my trusted buddies in college :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-292048122602542138?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/292048122602542138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=292048122602542138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/292048122602542138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/292048122602542138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/05/supper.html' title='sawadeekrab'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6650429622350272527</id><published>2010-05-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:53:10.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on cjc grounds</title><content type='html'>alright. i reckoned it's time to revive my blog a bit, inject it with a bit of life that it's been lacking for the past week (correct me if i'm mistaken :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, here's the good news. we got 1st in consolations for cjc cup! along with 2nd in consols and... drum-rolls ~~ 2nd overall! well, we didn't manage to trash our all-time rivals but our juniors have done us proud in achieving what the seniors failed to achieve. really congrats on your second! :D we're not bringing this announcement on to the hwa chong bridge though (the consols part), cos it'll seem totally lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nonetheless, i'm really proud of our team's performance today. we completely owned except at the most crucial round (the quarterfinals) and got knocked out because we made too many errors. well, it wasn't that bad, considering that we thought we were in a cold lose situation after my many severe mistakes. then it turned out that we drew 20-20 (whisper: meaning, we really are very good to be able to draw after putting ourselves at such disadvantage!) then comes sudden death. we made history! the first sudden death ever conducted in the history of cj cup. makes it memorable isn't it? (: though i'm largely the cause that put us through this pain :x yf and i made our best performance possible at these crucial 2 boards, with advanced sac (sacrifice) 5Dx-1 (omg, only down 1, even i was shocked :D) and 4Hx-1 (which i'm less proud of, because we miscomm and this was the best we could save ourselves :)). but 天不作美, so nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got booted to consolations. early x'mas at the last round of consolations. oh we wanted random pairings at first because, somehow, we were under the impression that there was no chance for us to even top consols. so yea, why not try something new and have as much fun as possible? (: then at the very last minute, somebody told us we had a chance!! :DD early x'mas because the opponents self ko-ed. just like what we did to ourselves at quarters :x what 3Sx+1, 5Dx= and my inspired 6Dx-1 which i'm infinitely proud of. can ask me about it if you can catch me. ishan't elaborate here because it's gonna bore some of you to death, since you won't know what i'll be talking about :x correction: we didn't do that to ourselves in quarters because that'll have sent us out of the tournament with 25-0 (us zero). so yea, we had a solid win that round, clinching the trophy for consols! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously the trophy isn't all! i'll be as happy even if we didn't win anything because the day was just so packed with fun (: first off, we started the day with a bang. kh came walking into the school compound alone. and we stood at the entrance and clapped :D haha must have made him feel so embarrassed but it's fun. then he didn't even say hi, just walked to say hi to his ahem. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next. we wore our new hwachong jackets and prepred to stage a grand entrance into the competition hall. it's time for the "who's gonna win?" cheer! we made such a din outside the hall, were a little embarrassed when we had to enter immediately after that. but i think only 2 schools will dare to do that. so if the other is keeping mum, that leaves only us. *shows a V sign with my fingers* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we embarrassed shi-jie by shouting "可以合吗？" when taking our group photo. :p plus all that adrenaline rushes when we were finding and declaring slams today. we can only define this day as: fun :D so yea, hail hcbridge :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawrr i'm crawling towards 100% for journeyman. kinda lost count on how long i'd been on this rank that i just gave up counting. 2-3 days more... seems like i've been saying this for a week :x yet still, i should level-up in 2-3 days XD&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/11664078-6650429622350272527?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6650429622350272527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6650429622350272527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6650429622350272527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6650429622350272527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-cjc-grounds.html' title='on cjc grounds'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6043632293292246129</id><published>2010-04-18T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:06:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would like to remain anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 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mso-fareast-mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-ansi-language:EN-SG;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:SimSun;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="line-height:115%;font-family: SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-SG;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;就找你印&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="line-height:115%;font-family: SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-SG;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style=" line-height:115%;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;没空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="line-height: 115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="line-height: 115%;font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;就让你来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;大小事务 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;全都包在你的身上~OK!Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;幸福待援 有你OK 想要快乐就找你陪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;身在国外也怕我孤单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;短信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"  style="font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;样样来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;全年无休给我OK 完不完美 你都OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;也许你不是 Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;但你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; font-family:arial, Simsun, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;永远是我的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;小叮当&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6043632293292246129?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6043632293292246129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6043632293292246129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6043632293292246129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6043632293292246129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-like-to-remain-anonymous.html' title='i would like to remain anonymous'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5489435878714170909</id><published>2010-04-10T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:53:37.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黄城两载多短促</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i shall get away from icy tower for a bit. i started playing it and the next thing i knew was, the sky went dark and i totally missed the process (when i'm sitting right next to the window -.-) gosh, just shows how addictive icy tower is, just like bejeweled last year. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lab in the morning. cost me 2 hours to get to ntu as usual. but oh well, i had my times magazine to keep me company so it wasn't all that bad (: there goes the usual stuff: dissolving, liquid-liquid extraction, drying with magnesium sulphate, with dessicator, with suction pump, with rotary evaporator (haha so many ways of obtaining solute from solution lol). then comes the widely used thin layer chromatography (first time i got the name right, cos i'd been think the abbreviation was TRC all along and couldn't piece together the full name :p). minh phuong kept breaking the TLC plates. to the point that when she needed the lecturer to sign her out, she waved to him and he thought she broke something again and immediately went to bring a broom and dustpan over. LOL. blacklisted :x but it's her first time. i broke so many of my previous mentor's glassware. i hoped he didn't have to pay too much for it! :x haha :) it was scheduled to end at 3pm but we amazingly finished at 12noon. of course, at a price. our yields were pretty low because in our speed, we spilled some of the sample. minh phuong spilled almost all. her table was like white with dried-up sample LOL. hahaha! ok i shouldn't laugh, cos i destroyed my entire sample on my first day at ntu last year ：x anyway, 12 is still way too early! lol. so huangcheng, here i come (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;黄城夜韵 was great (: haha took dewei's ticket without his permission. i still don't know why he couldn't make it at the last minute though. shall ask him when i see him on monday. anyway, big thanks. i just realised how much i missed out on last year. it's really good. aside from a few typical scenes of soap operas, i think the plot was sufficiently complex. i can't imagine 17/18-year-olds piecing together such intertwining yet logical and easy-to-follow plotlines. this requires an incredible amount of experience and skill! kudos people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially loved the way they presented 别无选择, how the "gods" and mortals acted were on the same stage, though they. it was nicely organised and unconfusing (: my favourite plot was still the 代价 that beehoon told us about last year, and were deliberating over how to end the story properly. no spoilers here, so yea, i'm not telling you the decided ending (: i found it vaguely familiar when the play first started and then got really intrigued when i recalled the storyline. (y) the actors and actresses were good. plus the theme 命运 was really thought-provoking. i think it's worth the watch (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5489435878714170909?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5489435878714170909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5489435878714170909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5489435878714170909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5489435878714170909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-shall-get-away-from-icy-tower-for-bit.html' title='黄城两载多短促'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4645055605314340461</id><published>2010-04-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:07:21.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more handholding ):</title><content type='html'>haha a lot of people ask me why i don't post about some of my certainly more exciting days. well, maybe i don't feel very talkative on that particular day. or maybe, i didn't have the time, cos i was too busy with those exciting things. and, some things are better kept close to the heart, so yea e.g. evening at sentosa luge with family ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more handholding. i begin to understand how it feels when there's nobody to tell you constantly, what you have to do next, in preparation for your goal. for us, it's the "A" levels. and the aims are not as simple as: 6 out of 10As. it's all 7A's we're looking for here, which makes this task especially daunting. and as a middle tier student, we ain't getting the help we'd all like to have. the mere thought of ploughing our way through on our own is no doubt chilling. and extremely discouraging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's practise a bit of economics or what i call stress theory. anyway, mrs chua was pretty entertaining today. i learnt quite a bit (it's one of the econs lessons that i'm actually awake the entire time :x). quite like her idea on extrinsic motivation like waving tidbits around to get us to answer questions. she brought so many different types of food. for what? "for variety to cater to different needs" HAHA :d plus points for class participation, though we were just eyeing the food :p ooh i love the goldilocks peanut thing that she gave me. one of my favourite childhood tidbits, the kind that melts in your mouth and it's not hot marshmellows :D and she was really cute when she says she shouldn't be doing this, but went on about her philosophy of encouraging students to develop some intrinsic motivation lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright stress theory. students generally experience higher levels of stress as they expand their knowledge while climbing up the education level. somehow or another, it peaks at jc level, and begins to fall (and possibly remain constant?) when you proceed beyond college. at least that applies in singapore. and unfortunately, mid tier students will experience higher level of LRAS (long-run average stress) because help from teachers is minimal. so we can only improve by trial and error. thus our productivity is reduced, increasing average stress levels. :x is there any way out of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/S7nODyZEKGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/w4ua8ZZM72k/s1600/LRAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/S7nODyZEKGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/w4ua8ZZM72k/s320/LRAS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456618987997898850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pardon my bad drawing. according to matthew, there're 3 things i need to do to improve my essay-writing skills in gp: vocab, sentence structure and bs-ing. i guess i just proved that i'm capable of the last point (: of course, my vocab needs improving on. and i need content. should i get myself a ten-year series and focus on specific topics? so in the end, i'll be an expert at one or two topics, like science or whatnot? sounds like a good idea. and i can't make up my mind whether econs or bio needs more working on. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4645055605314340461?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4645055605314340461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4645055605314340461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4645055605314340461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4645055605314340461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-more-handholding.html' title='no more handholding ):'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/S7nODyZEKGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/w4ua8ZZM72k/s72-c/LRAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8775253881784913022</id><published>2010-04-03T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:19:05.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deaf</title><content type='html'>it isn't easy to place my feelings at the current moment. point break isn't even close. i shouldn't even talk, because nobody understands. nobody did. nobody does. nobody ever will.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'd placed too high hopes on you. but it shouldn't be too much to ask for a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on. just when i needed you most, you turned a blind eye to my tears. my heart was bleeding but your voice drowned out my cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.59pm 2.4.2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8775253881784913022?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8775253881784913022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8775253881784913022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8775253881784913022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8775253881784913022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/deaf.html' title='deaf'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6040519319385033604</id><published>2010-04-03T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:42:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's your favourite idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"this maths test can predict your favourite idol. try it without looking at the answer. pick 1 number from 1 to 9. then multiply it by 3. then +3 then x3 again. you will get a 2 digit number. add the 2 numbers tigether and find your favourite idol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scroll down only after you've gotten the final single-digit answer!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. jay chou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. super junior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. jolin tsai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. SHINee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. andy lau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. show luo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. xinying :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I was your idol! ! !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably the best sms joke i've seen in ages. sent to me by li lan (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6040519319385033604?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6040519319385033604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6040519319385033604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6040519319385033604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6040519319385033604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/whos-your-favourite-idol.html' title='who&apos;s your favourite idol?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-9110783359771117350</id><published>2010-04-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:26:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very eventful</title><content type='html'>i just hit the "new post" button and blogger old me there's more than one attempt to edit my post hmmm o.o i'm getting weirder and weirder notifications sometimes lol. anyway, let's recount on my ever-so-exciting day yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't quite recall what happened during the school day itself. always happens. i do thing i've an automatic "clear memory" function that's activated whenever we're dismissed from school. oh yea, i remember now, council q &amp;amp; a and elections, followed by math lecture and ct session. i shall skip council elections, don't wanna get chased after for putting up anything that can be deemed as a personal attack on anyone. besides, the moment i get on the topic of council, i can go on forever. if claudia is present, that's it. it takes two hands to clap. so both of us can go on for two forevers :p chengyan found us really entertaining during break today, when we complained until we were completely red in the face hahahaha. such a nice way to destress. made the teh bing that we drank after that taste so sweet and hard-earned (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;principal's address at ct session was epic. i think this was one dialogue where the students felt most involved, most able to relate to the issue at hand, cos we had a real-life example that happened not so long ago. that is, how teachers should deal with students who are talking during a talk/lecture/lesson. should they reprimand, talk to us nicely and just turn a blind eye to it? and if the teacher does reprimand, what exactly constitutes humiliation of the students he or she is targetting? what do you think? well, i'm not sure whether the teacher in question should speak up, and whether she made things for better or for worse for herself. but joleen sounded very poor thing when she went to the mic and said that she was the girl who was called up to the front of the auditorium. even beverly and yuanxi echoed my views. :x but she was so brave to stand up and say that. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough with controversial issues that can get opposite camps to argue till the cows come home. oh after school, centad debrief scheduled for 2.30 to 4.30. ultimate sian-ness just to think about it. but we ended at 3.15 after a short discussion (which wasn't even a discussion cos we merely wrote down our views on the project that we did and passed them to the secretary -.-). skipped to psc talk. we actually checked a few LTs before we got the venue right, cos we didn't think we could make it beforehand. bev, rachel and i did some unglam stuff outside the LT. :x then mircle after miracle, the talk ended near 4?? gosh, everything was running way ahead of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were nearing bev's class bench, the anticipated announcement came (: hahaha heard cheers of joy everywhere as well as sighs though :x 5 sc girls got in. congrats :d then bridge and off we go, home. :D 852 gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-9110783359771117350?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/9110783359771117350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=9110783359771117350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9110783359771117350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9110783359771117350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-eventful.html' title='very eventful'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5813662798470390295</id><published>2010-03-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:30:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the common becomes uncommon</title><content type='html'>it feels weird to be writing about a common school day. well i guess it's just one of the few days where i feel strangely empty, because there isn't anything to look forward to. the passes as a blur, completely aimless. as kk coined it, you could well have been daydreaming the entire day, and your thoughts become "as clear as the cloudy sky".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall skip the part on campaigning cos i think whatever i say is either gonna give myself away, or give someone else's angel away. so forget it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be honest, i've been feeling vastly misplaced throughout the day. having stoned through a 3-hour council campaign, my brain was so much at point blank that i had a feeling it must be put to work, or we may pick up the scent of rotten meat very soon. but then again, what's there to do during chem lecture when i've completed both today's lecture notes and tutorial during yesterday's h3? gosh, totally reminds me of some economics theory: that i was financing my current entertainment with future boredom. still, i may be able to postpopne my "suffering" a bit. so i embarked on my gp journal. i still don't know how many entries we're supposed to have by now, though  suspect it's gonna be 3-4 more than what i currently have. well, blame myself for casting gp aside too often! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;journal writing, needless to say, continued into the next lesson. my writing speed is painfully slow (at this point, i've been on this entry for more than 30 min?! that's how slow i can get. math lesson got pretty awkward at one piont. mrs lim saw (i won't say caught, cos i was doing it so openly) me highlighting words for my word bank and instinctively suan-ed me for being able to "multitask". maybe it's just me, but her tone was very much serious, i really couldn't differentiate whether she was poking fun at me or being honestly stern about it at that point in time. so am i supposed to joke or not? then she clarified that it's ok, i can continue doing so if i really am capable of multitasking, which i am! but things got really awkward because i'm done with whatever i need to do. i needed a dictionary to continue constructing my word bank, so yea. what now? do i pretend to continue doing? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to commserve. mishap #2 goes to oversleeping and missing our stop today. both phuong ha and i dozed off on the bus and neither woke up in time. just what are the odds? x( but we were fortunate to be only 5 stops away from our destination (: 'twas a busy day at commserve, but we gave ourselves a treat after that. i got a green apple-flavoured flavour burst (lol.) from mac's while phuong ha tried out the new cereal mcflurry. it tasted great but i thought the price was a little steep, in view of the small amount of ice cream served. tze liang wanted a blueberry flavour burst but it wasn't available at that kiosk. sadd ): but raspberry isn't bad too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5813662798470390295?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5813662798470390295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5813662798470390295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5813662798470390295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5813662798470390295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-common-becomes-uncommon.html' title='when the common becomes uncommon'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7941848937375517201</id><published>2010-03-28T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:19:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punggol or hougang?</title><content type='html'>stj.&lt;div&gt;venue: punggol park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;event: bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time: 3.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stj for us started at 12.50pm when we started scouting from carre four in plaza sing for food and butter. it feels utterly weird to be grocery shopping with him, but oh well, it's not exactly grocery shopping. it's like grab some tidbits and dump it into the basket. oh there're two new flavours for pringles. lemon is slightly sour, a new twist to the conventional salty/spicy combi of potato chips. (: but we couldn't really stomach the other hazelnut sweetness! so yea. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scooting off purple line to hougang failed at first, cos we were so busy talking, we missed the stop and ended up in buangkok. but that's much better than yun hao, who thought punggol park is in punggol. so he rode the mrt all the way to punggol (way past hougang), only to find out that it's at hougang ave 8 after that. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;standing just across the street from punggol park, we stared at the sunlit (almost treeless) side of the park and wondered whether we're here to barbeque or get barbequed? lol. honestly it was so hot, my face was still red when i got home at night. anyway, we managed to find the pits just behind the tiny car park rather quickly (thought we were at the wrong place, cos everything looks so inflated on the maps!), unlike some unlucky souls who took the wrong turn and had to walk around the entire lake (means walking the whole perimeter of the park already!!) before they found us! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this man sleeping at our pit, so we settled at pit 1 first. then the food came at 2.15?! oh gosh, long way to go before the bbq starts (considering that majority of the senior class is planning to arrive late!). when we were going down to the car park to collect food, we saw two guys carrying boxes labelled "bbq wholesale" (the same company i ordered the food from), so we thought they were delivering them to us and wanted to take them. then a quirky question came about "which unit are you from?" o.O well, i suppose it's some army camp gathering? pai seh to have mistaken them for the delivery man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we finally saw people streaming in at 4pm x( but it was funny to see 3 guys walking very far apart on the greens. it totally looked like they hiked their way here lol. after about an hour of slacking around, gazing at the lake, we were resigned to the fact that the juniors will outnumber the seniors no matter. so we started the bbq while the number was still 2:1 (: chelsea kept complaining that i'm the only senior there and my hands weren't black from charcoal, so i need to help in arranging charcoal as well! LOL! dunno how many times i was coerced by her yesterday. for not doing menial tasks like arranging charcoal, for taking a photo of her and brolin (openly! i asked them to smile!), etc. lol. new trend: junior bully senior! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting the bbq fire was such an uphill task, omg. the pit was back facing a huge field so the wind was so strong, it kept blowing out whatever flames we lit. gosh literally "gone with the wind" LOL. ok lame. but yea, it took u more than 45 min to get the charcoal burning. and it's all worthwhile cos we got a really sustained and lively fire after that that any drop of butter (or any other form of fuel e.g. leaves, etc.) can garner blazing sparks. there was this once when dumped satays into the melted butter before throwing them onto the grill. and guess what? we got a huge burst of flames. like whoosh!, like a mini atomic bomb that shocked everyone and made us step back 3 steps!! haha (: and we realised later that we probably killed all the stingray and sweet potato below the grill with that gash of heat :x! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sidetrack: typing "haha" now reminds me of how kh said that, when talking to girls, you need to start with "haha" and end with a smiley face ":)" and how siokhui complained that it's pretty gay after that lol. funny people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it's serving up the food to the juniors playing soccer on the field. we got kaikiat, the only junior who stayed at the pit the entire time, to do that. i think he's very poor thing. we got him to do a lot of stuff that we didn't want to do, like breaking the chicken wing joints one by one, wing by wing, with his bare hands? but i think he enjoyed it cos he went beyond his job scope and wanted to de-bone the wings lol (: go bridge junior! people kept complaining and inquiring whether the food is edible (i.e. clean). so the old joke kept resonating: did kk wash his hands? don't worry, it'll be clean after 10 chicken wings. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! i didn't know hotdogs was on such high demand, or i would have ordered more!! it's like in face of their favourtie dessert (longan), they'd run when someone shouts "the hotdogs are done!!" lol, even though they think the hotdogs looked tumourised! it's probably right that hotdogs were categorised under "kids favourites" on the bbq wholesale website, hahaha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after cajoling about, they had wrestling matches. michelle tee was amazing. she actually challenged russell! o.O omg, the chances of winning were slim but i don't think any other girl would have lasted longer than her, omg. so strong. henry vs russell was freaking amusing, cos henry kept trying to bribe russell, like "if i win, i give you 50 cents". then it slowly inflated when he was losing: "60 cents, 70 cents -- 1 dollar!!" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our juniors are such funny people but i had to leave after that match, so couldn't catch the rest. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7941848937375517201?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7941848937375517201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7941848937375517201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7941848937375517201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7941848937375517201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/punggol-or-hougang.html' title='punggol or hougang?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7347279829227273226</id><published>2010-03-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:30:32.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-blocks</title><content type='html'>alright blocks are officially over! it's time to devote myself back to my tiny space online, though i'm really worn out from the 3-hour bio lecture, windy punggol field and stj today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a rather eventful block test week we had. visiting starbucks 4 out of 5 days. bridge 6 out of 5 days. haha, if you're wondering how that is possible, we were practising bridge bidding while waiting for people at punggol park today. lols, bunch of bridge addicts (: anyway, i guess cards are an important part of teenagers' lives these days (for professional gaming like contract bridge or just a normal pastime), cos at least 3 groups of people asked me for cards these 2 days. haha, but if it's so important, why didn't they keep a pack with themselves at all times? or maybe it's just the knowledge that you can just borrow from any bridge player around. honestly, which bridge player doesn't have a pack of cards with him/her at all times (: the most epic of all is to go for a movie a day before our bio papers! but it was worth it! "how to train a dragon" is like my first 3D movie in eons!! so it was quite an experience. the plot was predictable but i still love the action. classic fairy tale but who cares! all of us need this kind of light entertainment to counter stress levels (whether we studied or not) :) so yea, thanks guys! love the bridge people :D anyway, i studied the least during the exam week this time around, but it's also the first time i feel so confident about getting a satisfactory outcome in my 2 years in college! well, other than gp (disclaimer). so yayys! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big news. i lost 3 water bottles during the course of the week! plus one more today cos the cap went missing ): bad water bottle week, i had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's saturday! there was huge confusion about the bio lecture timing. some say 8am, others say 8.30am. so yea, most people arrived in school at 8am to play safe. i was nearing school at 8am when i overheard mr poh telling a girl that the lecture proper starts at 8.30am, my heart sank. why did i have to wake up so early? -.- well, alright, we got to sort out parts of our bridge convention during that 30min, so i guess it's not that wasted (: anyway, i'm so happy. we settled on how to defend weak two preempts properly. away with those lousy preempts! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio lecture in the audi. again, the school admin repeated the feat of turning us into mega ice cuboids. just imagine 3 hours at 16 degrees Celsius without a jacket. i really wonder how i survived it when i reflect on how hard i was shivering at that time!! moral of the story: never leave your warmer at home, even though you know it's gonna be a hot day. well, air-conditioners don't follow weather forecasts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to douby for lunch with yifei and kah hong. kah hong was damn funny, he kept talking about calling me mum and yifei dad, and changing surname to zheng and whatnots. LOL. but that's what makes it fun to cajole around with friends (: 9: crazy guy just added me as mum on fb again. should i accept for fun? d: after that, we dilly-dallied around so much that i think he was late for h3 in the end again, though he proclaimed that this will be the first time that he'll be early. lols! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then stj preparation... (to be continued)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall talk about stj tmr. really tired now. but looking forward to stj photos, though i won't be in any of them! :D oh gosh, i just re-read what i wrote up there, and realised how disjointed my thoughts are. alright, shall stop torturing my exhausted brain and go sleep. good night~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm looking forward to commserve. miss the kids (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7347279829227273226?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7347279829227273226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7347279829227273226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7347279829227273226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7347279829227273226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-blocks.html' title='post-blocks'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2157017575055688940</id><published>2010-03-14T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:46:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaiji</title><content type='html'>a good movie is hard to come by. it's been ages since i set through one without realising how much time has past. and this is a 2-hour long movie i'm talking about! haha, so if you wanna take a break. try KAIJI. it's worth it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2157017575055688940?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2157017575055688940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2157017575055688940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2157017575055688940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2157017575055688940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaiji.html' title='kaiji'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-148160397225899234</id><published>2010-03-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:59:00.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write like you're writing summary</title><content type='html'>sam lee will probably ask why we didn't shy away when he spotted us together, if he saw the previous post. but point is, he's alert and he already saw. so yea, what can we do? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia taunted chengyan the whole morning. haha so cute to watch them bicker (: (: lovely friends. 2.4km wasn't as tough as i expected it to be. well, i obviously didn't make the C grade but i think i passed. amazingly!! (: (given that i barely exercised thrice in the past 2 months? :p) yayy i'll pass napfa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, A level results were out today! saw a few seniors but didn't approach to talk to them. i was feeling kinda anti-social. hopefully didn't make people feel awkward but it got better during bridge, so yea. good (: yaze filled us in just now on his and a few others' imba results, of course, not without poking fun at us before leaving x) hwachong did brilliant! whoots (: i wonder if we'll be able to do as well as them. the pressure is upon us now *lip trembles dramatically* though i don't really feel it, and that's bad! i work best under pressure. i'm a pressure cooker :x ok lame, but i need that minimal amount of stress. and not getting it stresses me out. what an irony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-148160397225899234?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/148160397225899234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=148160397225899234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/148160397225899234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/148160397225899234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/write-like-youre-writing-summary.html' title='write like you&apos;re writing summary'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5101621944992448372</id><published>2010-03-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:27:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close shave</title><content type='html'>summoned myself to the computer, because i'm refusing to touch gp work... &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. well, i'll have to do it sooner or later. procrastination instincts just took over for the time being. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something noteworthy. yifei and i were chatting really loudly while crossing the overhead bridge outside school yesterday. then at the foot of the bridge, we met mrs lim!? like "!!!!" but we stopped short in time, so she didn't see us. well, we're obviously not going to invite a niao-ing spree from her D: so yea, but it was so epic we spent quite some time laughing our guts out right behind her and deliberating about what to do. but she didn't notice! LOL. so we made a large detour and ended up behind the tall plants to make further plans. after that it was decided that i walk casually to the bus stop and he'll join in a few moments. met beehoon again at the busstop and we saw mrs lim trying to hail a taxi when we were boarding the bus. wonder why she stood there waiting idly for so long. hmmm, i shouldn't be nosey (: but apparently mrs lim didn't notice any of those up there, because there's no sign of that today. so yayys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5101621944992448372?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5101621944992448372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5101621944992448372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5101621944992448372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5101621944992448372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/close-shave.html' title='close shave'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4450422531127991014</id><published>2010-03-01T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:49:00.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of goulash town</title><content type='html'>friday afternoon with bridge juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few notable quotes, which most bridgers probably already know! one junior (i forgot her name :x it's a wonder how i can remember bids, you'd say! but the truth is, i hardly remember them! :p). alright her partner overcalled 2D. she holds 4-card diamonds and tells me that she knows that max she can go is 3D. opponent on her right bids 3S, blocking her 3D bid and she tells me, "i &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like bidding 4D, is that ok?" o.O NOT ok! learn standard bidding before you learn to feel! (trying to sound like a well-meaning senior :p) then she asks, "will you bid 4D?" "i will." hahaha, there goes a puzzled junior and a self-contradictory senior :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan, yen seow and i tried to play with daren. look at how his name is isolated from ours :p cos he kept snatching and swopping cards, such that someone will find themselves with too few or too many cards. so every board got scrapped. !!!! haha, funny daren :) after a few rounds, we got tired of playing with him and just went snooping around the tables again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun tho: who knows your partner may have 40 points?&lt;br /&gt;o.O how do you get forty points? we figured it's a 4-4-4-4 hand. LOL. revoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we called it a day, yuanxi assembled a demo game, consisting of him, jinxiang, yifei and me??? :o i was a little taken aback cos i think i've pretty much lost touch because i haven't revised my bids in quite a bid. my declaring skills were even more hopeless. (in comparison to them la!) but i think i did pretty well :D slapped down a 4H bid unthinkingly and made many juniors gasp (well, they probably aren't accustomed to this kind of bidding yet, so i felt rather pro! :p). then when jinxiang said i've got balls (if i'm a guy), i took a second look at my hand and realised i bidded wrong. even 3H would be a stretch, i think. hahaha, signs of losing touch with the bidding system! but i did a 4Hx -1 miraculously (when it could have gone -3) cos they didn't return the correct suit. oh well. i'm lucky (: yayy top board! i don't really remember the rest but the cards weren't washed very well, so we kept getting freak 7-carders in a suit that calls for extreme bidding methods. not much of a revision of bids then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall skip all of zhengyang + kah hong's sick comments! one more naughty moment: kah hong and i flooded yen seow's plate with tomato sauce! :p got him so red in the face, i was afraid he was going to hit somebody! then i ended up with that plate of rice in the end -.- instant retribution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4450422531127991014?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4450422531127991014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4450422531127991014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4450422531127991014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4450422531127991014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/03/taste-of-goulash-town.html' title='a taste of goulash town'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8129218573729404781</id><published>2010-02-28T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:48:33.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than cluedo</title><content type='html'>i've been using the word bamboozled rather frequently these few days. well, maybe cos i'm easily scammed and people like to scam me. why do people bully me? :x but i'm a scammer whenever i can too. so we're quits heh! :d anyway, bamboozle is a vast improvement from the classic "i feel cheated" phrase. and guess what, people now look at me with that kind of bamboozled face right after i said that word! look at just how apt it is, hahaha! at least i get to get back at the perpetrator for a bit! (till they find out the meaning :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm kind of here to train my typing skills again. the last few posts have been completed at lightning speed. well, you don't have to be a lightning thief to be capable of lightning speed (ok lame :P). so where did i stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh mystery games! hmmm mystery games were basically the same as last year's, with just a few modifications. the difference is probably that this year, we're the seniors and we're supposed to guide them and give them encouragement. surely makes you feel like a senior after the orientation. no more "i'm going to be c2?!!" and give a D: face when the realisation set in last december. :) ooh, i must say that igroup 6 junior is really pro. we proceeded at an amazing rate. like how fast? we finished extinguishing the candles with water guns (the seniors including me tried to cheat by blowing the candles out with our mouths at the side :P) when the opposing group just started shooting. but we played the next game fairly and squarely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were so efficient and finished our first game so early, we had a good long wait outside the interact room for the second game: the obstacle course. but before that, zihui and teck seng were discussing something very sneakily. i dunno what, cos they were so secretively about it. then she finally persuaded teck seng to tell her some secret or whatnots. so they hid behind the cupboard to talk. like o.O looks freaking scandalous from our point of view. and if you think sick like some of the juniors, you know what you can be thinking of! :x oh and because we had so much time, we started fiddling with the coded lock that we're supposed to unlock. hmm, there're 3 numbers to the lock, as usual and we'll get 1 number from each from the three games. we got the number 0 from the first game. and in our free time, we started trying all combinations with a 0 in it. (completely ignoring the advice "not to hack" the lock. haha heck la :p) and we managed to unlock it!! like WOW. hahaha kudos to phuong ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how did we win the second game fairly? well, we sent the artsy girl second, so she was at the end of the line, arranging the ice cream sticks into the desired pattern early in the race. i think we finished the diagram when the 5th person was in the middle of the obstacle course (we need to make sure all 10 went through it!) and the other group haven't even touched their diagram and they're only on their 3rd participant! so it's an obvious win! yayy! and then, the foam party! (: i think i scrubbed off a hell lot of hair. but who cares? everyone did and everyone did it for the fun! :D foam party ftw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... concert! i'm in concert comm. initially i was appalled that we have to blow all the balloons to decorate lt1. cos 1. i've no stamina, so i really doubt i'll be of much help in blowing balloons. 2. i don't know how to tie balloons :x so double handicap. zen me ban? but after eugene and teck seng taught us how to tie and after a few balloons, i kind of got the hang of it. :) though i never really learnt how to tie 2 or even 4 balloons together. my hands were too burnt out to try. ahh, one thing at a time ba :) eugene and teck seng bullied me, kept throwing balloons at me x( oh after we finished blowing the balloons, we found that the balloons are in huge excess :x waste our efforts! cannot! so we ended up throwing 4 balloon masses up in the air and started playing balloon fight! :DD so fun! hahaha, a little childish but childhood games like these are especially fun. thanks to xinfang for rekindling these experiences. she was the first to throw one mass into the air and called all of us (actually only me, phuong ha and eugene) to play. after a while, we realised we were playing a fool right in front of mrs ho, but we didn't care. haha! a moment of boldness :p after we got tired of it and the juniors started streaming back into the lt, we had to stop this nonsense but we didn't want to let these balloons go to waste. so we pasted the balloons together to form a really large flower. it looked really cool standing in front of whiteboard, and we started camwhoring with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert by the juniors was pretty entertaining, partly because the context was clear and instructions were much more specific and directive. what did we have last year? the seniors just told us to perform either a skit, a dance or a song. the theme was interact. isn't that anything under the sun? -.- this year, the concert comm learnt to be smarter :) (self-praise lols) we showed them snippets of videos and attached one group to each video. what is their task? to enact a skit that continues the story in the video (: cool eh? igroup 6 put up a really good horror show. i still remember it and get jitters sometimes. the longhaired ghost is a little too real D: haha means they succeeded :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right that concludes interact orientation... 1 week and 2 days ago? lols, i'm really lag at updating, sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8129218573729404781?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8129218573729404781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8129218573729404781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8129218573729404781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8129218573729404781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-than-cluedo.html' title='better than cluedo'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6907840171586354179</id><published>2010-02-24T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:01:18.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's play games en masse</title><content type='html'>if you ask me whether blogging in the long-term is born out of duty and obligation, or simply a desire to share and pour out all your ups and downs in life, i'd say it's on a varying scale between both. well, i'm blogging today out of a sense of guilt. well, that's an exaggeration, more like a nagging feeling because i said i'd continue my recount on interact orientation but i didn't. but also, i wanna get away from the prospect of mugging. (it's h3 test 1 tmr, and i just found past year test papers on the e-portal. sighhh. means late night today and abandon my plans to do a bit of math. :x) oh well. nonetheless, i'm glad to be communicating with whoever's reading (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, time to rewind and talk about saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"initialising..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, one of the messages i dread to see on my phone when i first turn it on and press the phonebook or the messages button. laggy phones are one of my touchy points, just like my laggy brain now :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ice breakers, we had mass games! first up was dua jia ball. it spelt F-U-N (: basically the netball court was divided into 6 parts and each igroup (there are 6 :)) has to guard their own space. should one dua jia ball land or bounce (just touch the ground!) in your territory, you gain one point. and the team with the least points wins! so yea, objective is to keep the ball out. it was really funny how we will feverishly attack one or two igroups, then realise that the teams on the other end of the court are idly and watching a "good" show, gloating over the victims' misfortune (well, me included in the gloating :p). well, 鹬蚌相争，渔翁得利。that's when they switch target and all chiong to attack these 旁观者. (: it's damn funny, how they shouted: "cherng yew de, cherng yew de!" then everyone runs towards our little corner. it's really pretty scary because there are three dua jia balls in total. imagine being attacked on three ends at the same time. a bit difficult to fend off right? poor juniors. but the suffering isn't for good, of course. it won't be too long before they change their minds and go for another team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh of course, we didn't play the sitting duck. we tried some "underhand" methods to distract them. like "wth (in a very pissed tone) we got 21 points already? (when we only have 5 :p) ", then zihui comes back and say "igroup 4 only has 4 points leh X(" hahaha so cute. and all the other groups are duped to go after igroup 4 instead. hahaha see how unscrupulous igroup 6 can get :p oh there was this once where we screamed: "attack deddy's!" then somehow, the ball holders just turned around and through balls into bingze's. we literally watched him go white and said "that's mine!!" in a panicky voice. hahahaha! :p oh we were being pretty violent, especially when we neared the construction site (well, the netball court is right beside the construction site!), some people hit especially hard and the dua jia ball just phewwwww~~ flew into the construction site. a few times some more! lucky there were construction workers inside that could bounce the ball out for us. (: the junior guys were actually quite enthu, they were basically doing most of the defending for the group, which is good, cos they appeared to be much quieter than the girls on the whole (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tower defence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junior igroup 6 ftw! they built the tower around their pail so well and huddled around it so tightly that almost no water got collected in the pail! well, as i mentioned in the previous post, we took so much effort to drill houses into the cardboards. i think kenneth even poked holes into the gabbage bags that we wanted to give the juniors. we were thinking that we're so clever. yes, they can piece and patch cardboard pieces together with masking tape. but the holes will essentially make all these material useless. so they'll need to shield the pail with their bodies. so they'll get wet! logical, isn't it? and guess what! the juniors used the masking tape to seal up the holes instead. seriously, one mountain higher than another x) kudos people! oh i took a lot of unglam photographs using fifi's camera. she hasn't uploaded. but even if she does, i shan't post here. not inviting trouble! :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, fifi nearly lost her phone. i was carrying her skirt (passed to me from cherng yew) to the banner painting area from the netball court. then when we reached the amphitheatre and said that it's not her skirt. i was like o.O plus there was no phone inside, which double-confirmed her suspicions (but it's really her skirt!!) after we searched high and low, retracing the route back to the netball court, with me calling her phone a million times (but it's on silent mode, i think -.-), we finally found it in the field next to netball court. after that, we deduced that it was cherng yew who took the skirt up and waved it around asking "who's skirt is this?" and the phone just pop, dropped out. LOL. cherng yew -.- and lucky fifi! like phew, we literally heaved a sigh of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to do my past year papers before i conk out. i need to retain some grey matter for tomorrow as well (quote the lecturer. lol :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6907840171586354179?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6907840171586354179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6907840171586354179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6907840171586354179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6907840171586354179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-play-games-en-masse.html' title='let&apos;s play games en masse'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-90257671230722903</id><published>2010-02-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:16:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartprints</title><content type='html'>have i used that title before? never mind. i'll know when i try to publish. or will i never know, since it'll just be saved under a different date? oh whatever. anyway heartprints is the theme of interact 09/10. go heartprints (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interact orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the day begun in a pretty amusing way. i was headed for the school gate in a part-daydream. well, it was my umpteenth day waking up so early (with that, i mean before 6.30am. coupled with cny, i think this trend continued for around two weeks without fail? i'm surprised i didn't just conk out on the pavement or something. exaggeration intended :)). anyway, there were this band of three girls in front of me, in pe shirts? i think. it was 7am and one of them asked me at the gate whether i was going for interact orientation (i was wearing the bloodred interact tee -.-). so of course the answer was aye. we just trudged on like that, then nearing LT1, they turned around and queried about when it's going to start. and i said 8am. blimey, they were earlier than the seniors! LOLs to enthu juniors (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat in the LT for really long (the seniors, i mean) before the briefing started. phuong ha even had time to be 30 min late (i was 15min late, not very much better :p). but well, she had a tummy upset, so can't blame her. and in any case, it's norm for interact meetings to run on delays. oh yea which reminds me that i forgot to ask whether she's better now? ah, i'm such a lousy friend :x after running around buying prizes that i bought wrongly yesterday, phuong ha and i went to help out cutting up (more like messing around) with the cardboards for tower defence. this is because we were tearing them up in such irregularly ugly shapes, i think we completely destroyed them. then kenneth stabbed (literally!) holes into the shreds. he did it with such vigour, he looked like he was ready to murder people. pretty scary. but i guess it's a good way to destress. i tried to do the same but apparently, i don't have that strength. so failz. cries :'( other guys also tried but they don't look as frightening as kenneth was. he really looked like he lost control and may stab you by accident if you're too near! phuong ha kept exclaiming "my leg!" or "my hand!" when he seemed to get too near. well, he's too engrossed hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j1 arrival! the first game was sardines: the commserve directors have to hide within the school compound and let our little juniors find them. this part was pretty funny. cherng yew, our beloved igroup 6 director, went to hide in the basketball court without his whacko stick. so he emergency-called us for it. but we searched high and low within the LT, up at the interact room, even at the cardboard mutilation area. no whacko stick. so we ended up koping newspaper from the mystery comm for a make-shift whacko stick. he deserves to be whacked mann. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to the basketball court, we met many juniors who were searching for their commserve directors (obviously :)). then when we were in the car park, basketball court in view, 2 girls (i think their names were wen yi and... D:) approached us to ask for hints. well, we weren't supposed to give any, but we asked for their igroup out of curiosity. and they said igroup 6! what coincidence! now what? we can't tell them anything, nor can we continue walking because that will give our director's location away immediately. dilemma D: just at that moment, wen yi's friend called her and told her that they've found th edirector at the basketball court. wow so efficient o.O i think they actually strategised and decided to split up LOL! and wen yi (i think), her eyes lit up with such enthusiasm. it's pretty funny. and heartening to know that our high-ness as an igroup will be inherited. hopefully it lasts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icebreakers were the normal ones. whacko, everyone tried to sabo cherng yew. what "abigail, cherng yew, wen yi, cherng yew, jo, cherng yew, phuong ha, cherng yew, ..." haha never-ending, until he gives up and takes the stick. naughty seniors + juniors! "honey i love you" was fun :d cedric was particularly funny when he tried to 撒娇 in a very girly way (though all of them say he's already like that normally. oops :p). last but not least, our favourite 马桶 or tempo game (: cherng yew is 马桶 of the year again HAHA! funny guy! zihui didn't managed to win a succession as emperor :x oh i wasn't 马桶, not even once, for the whole time! whoots. three cheers to me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of icebreakers. wah i'm really reluctant to let this spill over to tomorrow, because i've a feeling such serial dramas can last forever. i'll probably only finish on interact orientation on sunday? haha! then next post that comes after that will be on the coming saturday? LOL! this is badd. i need to end it fast. but that's it for now! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-90257671230722903?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/90257671230722903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=90257671230722903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/90257671230722903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/90257671230722903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartprints_22.html' title='heartprints'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7235364590507356890</id><published>2010-02-13T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:37:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lucky number is 3</title><content type='html'>it's funny how when you've all the time in the world to blog, you don't feel like doing so. i guess it's a kind of inertia that exists within all human minds. that inertia is not only confined within physical objects. but in human mentality as well. like how when we sleep too much, we still feel sleepy, because we want to continue sleeping. when we play too much, we feel dazed and cannot concentrate on work because we want to continue playing. it seems like a natural instinct for us to continue whatever we're doing at hand. and that leads to many compulsive behaviours that we see very often nowadays. what compulsive eating (or binging), shopaholic behaviour, repeated thefts and the ever-so-hot pathological gambling (cos of the opening of the casinos) (: but of course, no one gets too addicted to working. well, except the workaholics (which is why they're called work-a-holics (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, all we need is that push, that motivation to get us into another state of inertia. which is why i went to do a note before coming back to blogger. so i'm in a typing mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. i didn't have to join in the rush hour to get to school. instead, ying hui and i was put in charge of guiding the old folks of sin ming onto a chartered bus and taking that bus to school with them. it was kinda unfair to her. cos sembawang isn't anywhere near sin ming, really. so the distance she has to cover in the morning required her to wake up much earlier than usual :x but since none of the i-group members stayed anywhere nearer than sembawang (except me, of course), we didn't really have a choice. *shrugs* which is the reason she was late still (though she woke up really early) cos the rush hour jam is no joke. so i was solo-ing all the guiding of the elderly on to the bus. some of the older uncles cheekily asked why they weren't invited. i told them to register to join the group next time. old folks can be really jovial sometimes (: it doesn't pay to be grumpy in your twilight years, really. like how my grandma is now. aw :x the leader of the group seemed to be quarrelling with the lady in-charge from the organisation that organises them together. confusing? alright, hc interact collaborates with lion befrienders to bring joy to the folks of sin ming (: anyway, when yinghui arrived, we were ready to leave sin ming and off we went :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to school! arrival at the tennis courts just as large hordes of students were departing from the terraces after flag-raising. we had to wait a very long time for all the students to clear out before letting the elderly disembark from the bus because we didn't want them to go missing or get injured in the crowds. anyway, this was the first time i actually got a measure of the breadth of the number of students we have. the 2000-strong that throngs our narrow corridors every monday to friday. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the other interactors arrived to help and guide the elderly to the central plaza for the show. haha, we were supposed to mingle with the elderly but we didn't really do so in the end during the performances. it's weird how we can be shy, because interactors are usually really hyper and great at interacting (which was why we joined in the first place :)). anyway the performance was great. lion dance was a little feeble but the rest were pretty entertaining. the class guys at the back row were amusing. like the moment i looked at russell (i think only him and ryan were there at the moment), he started calling out loud for yifei. like wth! haha (: then during chinese dance performance, phuong ha and i just started talking about shaun and he just appeared beside us (to get a closer look on the dance :)) then to return to his seat immediately after it ended. LOL. looks like these kind of things never fails to gan a high profile in jc. hmmm. oh the drums performance (dunno performance number what, but it's the last performance we watched before guiding the old folks into fishtank). they were damn pro and cool! especially this girl who was dressed in athena shirt. her gestures looked so professional. but what i liked best is that all of them were enjoying their own performance. that's all you ask for from a performer don't you? if the performer doesn't enjoy what he's doing, how could you, as his audience? (: kudos to chinese orchestra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the fish tank, there was a lot of lag time. we found out that the old folks liked the performances a lot. and they were marvelling at the number of girls that performed so well and so much better than the guys. haha, well most of the old folks present are female. so yea, i guess they're really heartened by the increasing gender equality (that they didn't get to enjoy when they were younger) now (: so cute, how some of them were really excited over what they watched. so yea, you can be cute at any age. so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song session! we had jordan the joker as emcee, so you can imagine how the whole session was like. super lame. but his hokkien was good, so the old folks were really entertained. i thought he sounded like those artistes that we see bringing old folks on holiday and acting as their tourguides on tv. i think the show was called 我的导游是明星and it had many many sequels. yea he sounded like the bigshot tourguides (: there was these few times the group leader (an old auntie. she's really enthu, which is why she's always leading the group) stood up and shook her butt alongside with him. cherng yew failed to capture that not once, but all the times. lousy photographer, missing at the most crucial moments. :x anyway, we had 2 really brave souls, one is the enthu auntie, the other an uncle who could sing really well. both of them stood up to sing in front of the whole group one after another. like wow, even i would need to think twice (given my thick skin) before i'm willing to do that. and surely not with my less-than-existent voice now. the uncle didn't sing as well on friday, i think he was having a bad throat day too, like me. aww :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bingo game. we planned 3 for the day, just like the sin ming visit during the december hols. but that in december hols took a really long time because the elderly found it really taxing to fill in the bingo boxes by themselves. so this time, to save time, we had the boxes filled n by interators beforehand. and the games started immediately! jordan and his lame jokes come into play again. what "2nd number is 2 doesn't mean that the 3rd number will be 3" like duhh. and then deddy tried to play a joke on him. like revenge? (: he wanted the number 18 so that the old lady he was taking care of could win the bingo game. scammed jordan when jordan asked him "what number (that's being picked out from the cup now)?" by telling him "18 (full stop)". the number hasn't even been picked!! and only telling him so when he announced "EIGHTEEN" to the whole group 3 times. LOL! the elderly got really confused. so he randomly picked a number and announced that it's 18 to make up for the mess after that. hahaha~ lols to interactors :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harmoc performance and then the match-two game. it was really funny how we were trying to give hints. trying out all sorts of methods. like whispering the correct number softly to just blatantly shouting it out loud. there was this once when jordan keeps trying to blow the cover of number 8 and saying "woah the wind is so strong!" (there's obviously no wind in fishtank -.-), because that is the correct answer but the uncle was adamant on choosing number 15. then cherng yew just blatantly lifted the flap of number 8 halfway and exclaimed "OMG i saw a bit already", then the uncle chose 8. hahahaha! :DDD the next turn, the enthu auntie got her chance and she just peeked at the pictures behind the numbers right in front of us. haha she learns fast! so funny. :D i think they really enjoyed themselves on friday, and so did we :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;捞鱼生 twice! once with the old folks and once with the class. the class guys were really violent. i barely lao-ed once and there was this stack of food cascading onto me. wth. waste food :x anyway, i heard we earned 74 dollars from street sales. that's a dollar profit from everyone present (though i didn't contribute :x). kudos to everyone anyway!! :DD yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noes the new year show has long started. i'd better hurry! this post is too looooong! ok, fac dance was great. i think all the facs were good this year, like they were pretty much on par, unless the cast difference in strength that we showed last year :x anyway theywere pretty unfair to artemis cos they practically had not time to get into their lines and the music started. so it looked really messy from the bird's eyeview. oh well. athena had the most time, even had time to cheer. ahhhh... HOOT! :DDD haha love athena! though i was wearing a red interact shirt yesterday. oh yea that reminds me, ryan and russell were dancing the athena fac dance in red shirts lol. so prominent in that green crowd. wan chu's classic comment: "nvm, ares likes our dance" so cute :p i love ares's dance! ahhh. it's damn nice. they deserved to win la :D go ares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class outing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha very normal journey to cathay when the class kept trying to squeeze me and yifei together lol! funny people. patrick especially tried to squeeze on the bus. i didn't know he's so cheeky. never even appeared a wee bit playful during pw. i think relationship topics makes people go crazy. so now it's not money but relationships that make the world go round. :o oh vanessa, me, elizabeth, bee and ly were playing the buzz game, cos the waiting time was too long and we were really bored. i keep getting to say buzz somehow (i think it's got to do with the number of people playing :)) so i had an easier time. ly and vanessa were especially funny. ly kept mixing up the numbers and pausing, slowly contemplating whether she needs to buzz. LOL (: then there was once when bee said 189 and vanessa followed with "thanks" (she was talking to ly) and we were like "there's such a number" hahaha~ (: ooh we actually managed to get to 200, i think. i just realised. omg how much time did we spend waiting for the bus! but we were really lucky cos just when we decided and started off walking to the high school bus stop, an empty 174 stopped right in front of us. in a way, it was the decision to walk to the other bus stop that positioned us in such a favourable position. so yayys :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerry's! haha the merlionster still exist! i last ate it ages ago. anyway the eight scoops that we got for 41.70 was freaking small and was finished in no time. daylight robbery la, but we're lucky it's not our money and it's really nice. hail strawberry cheesecake! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went up the cinema and stood debating for a very long time whether to watch a movie or not. somehow, the guys were adamant on watching lightning thief that none of the girls wanted to. i won't mind any other show like 14 blades, big little soldier or valentine's day. i would really love to watch imaginarium but the nearest venue is bugis. sigh, major clash in tastes :x then we felt really bad for abandoning the guys again. it's like guys outing all over again. but the guys kept denying that they are pissed at all. dewei especially looked sian. yit khai gave his really qian bian face that made us feel that he's in complete denial when he proclaimed that he's not pissed that all the girls are leaving. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked around to gossip somemore *censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;313 @ somerset with bee, linying and yifei. the mrt was unexpectedly crowded at 4+. we waited for 4 (or 5?) trains before we finally squeezed to the front and into the train successfully. we were totally packed like sardines, it was difficult to even try to get out at somerset. worse still, linying and beehoon couldn't squeeze into the same train so we waited at somerset for them to come in the next train. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes the epic part, we went straight for a hello kitty shop (just imagine yifei's face. hahahaha~) they sell very many pink stuff. damn cute (: and got hello kitty mahjong too! for the translucent gold designs like the LV tiles we saw at bridge chalet too. so cool but it costs a bomb of course. so yea, nice to see, not nice to buy. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at kfc! beehoon entertained us with lame jokes, stories and riddles all the way. my brain don't hav the capacity to remember jokes sadly. :x i don't really remember any other than the one and only one i told them. ok let me recall: oh yes, there's the A and C joke. the fatty joke, etc. ok not bad, i still remember 4 or 5 :D but like how bee need to take a lot of effort to recall before telling us the jokes. i guess we're still normal. haha, really marvel at people who can just recite jokes offhand. they must treat telling jokes as a second life ba. oh yea, like how bee says chengyan will just come up to her during chem lab (halfway through her experiment) and start telling jokes. lol! so random, and can just abandon your work abruptly for this kind of randomness. imba true jokers we have in class :p hahahaha! haven't laughed so much altogether in ages, really laughed a hell lot today, from interact event to 313. whoots! such fun friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7235364590507356890?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7235364590507356890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7235364590507356890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7235364590507356890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7235364590507356890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-lucky-number-is-3.html' title='my lucky number is 3'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4604499918685573040</id><published>2010-02-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:51:37.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six-minute recital</title><content type='html'>oh gosh, now is really not the time to fall ill. can really feel the heat coming over me. i guess shuffling between extremely hot and cold environments just wasn't that healthy a thing to do. but we don't have a choice. the school admin seems to be grossly overestimating our tolerance to cold. the temperatures at the audi range from cold to extremely cold D: oh well, maybe i was just in too much hassle today. school, centad, interact, bridge, shopping, study econs, pack up my room and now blog (sort of "outsourced" the task to buy a cake for tmr. because 1. i've got too much on my hands. 2. don't really want to have the cake squashed when i try to squeeze up the bus tmr. well, it's people's bdays. won't be nice to serve up a damaged cake :x hopefully, i'll be able to find a slot without so many origin-unknown passengers and safely transport the cake for next month! *keeping my fingers crossed*) i'm not done with econs, but my brain has stopped functioning, so i think i should just call it a day. shall think up something tomorrow. i always do :p alright, that's it for now. i should go hibernate or i might just conk out during the 1.5 hour econs marathon tmr. have an early night too, dudes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4604499918685573040?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4604499918685573040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4604499918685573040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4604499918685573040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4604499918685573040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/six-minute-recital.html' title='six-minute recital'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4164556245980938916</id><published>2010-02-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:18:16.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartprints</title><content type='html'>i had the most normal commserve today. solo-ed the whole thing, thinking that tze liang may come and take over in a while, only to realise for 2 hours that he's a scholar too and probably has amc today. LOL, very clever of me. and then the couple on duty obviously ponned (or went to "romantic", as coined by the nosey kids HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, children these days can be scarily informed or misinformed, whichever way you want to see it. the kids i was handling during "silent reading" (well, the kids weren't silent at all, really. they were making such a ruckus. it's a wonder whether they are even reading at all.). so these 2 girls and ronald were browsing through this comic with rather explicit drawings and giggling like maniacs over it. i guess more conservative people will be appalled at what the children are being exposed to. but what i'm concerned about is not that they actually got hold of such a book. these books are abundant anyway, i'm not surprised if one of them had simply grabbed it from their parents' studies or something. what caught my attention is actually the way they kept making references to sexual stuff like it was part of everyday life. then they imitate the "sexy" actions in the book and try to get their peers to do the same. D: and mind you, they are 8, 9 and 10 years old? LOL. then the very normal little sean proclaimed, in a separate chat today, that when he becomes rich next time, he won't donate. woww, where's all the innocence gone to? this is really saddening :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off with the weird, shocking or difficult to stomach news. the rest of the commserve hours were less than normal too. i guess the kids were just especially high because of a lack of adults supervising them. look, there were only me, a young teacher, a senior teacher, the teatime auntie and the head supervisor. a tad half of the normal numbers. so yea, the kiddos probably just went bonkers at their newfound freedom. as little sean cleverly coined it, "i'm always fighting for freedom. maybe next time don't need anymore." but now, they're grabbing and enjoying little snippets of this future freedom lol (: and so, we were really shorthanded. everyone had at least 3 kids yelling for them for help in schoolwork at a go. it wasn't easy shuffling round and round to teach them each for a short while, cos you're so busy, you really wonder whether they understood what you said but there's no time dilly dallying at one spot for too long. poor kids :x i got dizzy after an hour of shuffling about. but then, it's tea time. so had time to get my drift back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayee is getting really attached to me, i think. following me around everywhere in the center. we exchanged lots of lame jokes today lol :p and i realised i'm on quite good terms with almost everybody in the commserve. as in, on a personal basis. it isn't all because tze liang or phuong ha was around. so yea, i feel really happy today ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i take back my words that mrs lim poked fun at me about everything under the sun except the relationship. we just got the brunt of it today LOL. haha mrs lim is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4164556245980938916?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4164556245980938916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4164556245980938916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4164556245980938916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4164556245980938916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartprints.html' title='heartprints'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5386747313745344336</id><published>2010-02-07T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:58:37.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ad infinitum finale</title><content type='html'>i'm staring at a whole list of red and orange dots on my msn list now, and wondering what everyone is so busy about. or that "busy" was just a cool status to be on. well, i should be glad for a short break to fill up the gaps on my increasingly empty blog. poor thing, to have to live as an errata, isn't it? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't planned for me to stay on the campus for the campfire in the first place. my mind was in the whirl these few days, for fathomable reasons. and i could hardly orientate myself for the upcoming events (which reminds me that the past few welfare rep-in-charge duties had been slapped on our beloved ct rep, because i just wasn't paying much attention to them D:). it wasn't until janet slapped me on the shoulder on the bus on friday that i realised that the campfire was that night. oh gosh. but then again, the class had been so mummed up about any plans to crash the finale, it's no surprise how people can forget. then when ms gen tan asked who's staying back, the "YES" that resonated around the class was enough to make some of us go DD: even bee confirmed this afterwards. so i'm not the only blur one!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was lucky enough to have my pe shirt (cos we had pe on that day). so it wasn't that bad. it's just a pity i didn't have my fac shirt. sorry athena *looks sorry* LOL :p shaun lum was funny, insisting on staying back despite a splitting headache. well, for obvious reasons that's inconvenient for us to express openly. but actions speak louder than words, you can see for yourselves (: dinner at golden rooster and then games! i can't keep track of how many teh bings i owe shaun now. is it 2? or 3? or 4? but amazingly, me and yifei's debt to each other remained at a dubious equilibrium. hmmmm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met bee and vanessa, and we sang 我难过 (it's a really old song by 5566. i wonder if they're still together as a group, but who cares :p) in the central plaza. i think we were pretty loud. the councillors lining up to clear a path for the torch bearer probably thought we're a bunch of nutters. but again, who cares. it's campfire day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't so much as a sense of &lt;em&gt;de javu&lt;/em&gt; (that we've experienced the exact same thing the previous year). but it goes beyond having goosebumps when the scene of the four-coloured flames were dished out before our eyes again. as we peered over at the central plaza from the 2nd level and cheer for our white-clothed juniors, i can't help but feel sense of mission, that we're here to witness our juniors being sworn into full-fledged jc students like we had been last year. and that that feeling will get stronger the next year, the next next year and the many years to come, when we come back middle-aged or even older. it is this sense of seniority that we cannot rid ourselves of when we re-visit our alma maters upon graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is a child in everybody's heart (or maybe it's just me -.-), i suppose. when it's time to re-live what we had been through, we can really assume that role that we were playing those times ago. again, we stood amidst the crowds at the central plaza. again, we clapped our palms on a classmate's shoulder to play the human train and almost tripped a hundred times over. again, we sang our hearts out at the familiar college tunes. again, we danced en masse and girraffed around clumsily at the same time to get a better view of the dance ic's. again, i felt like j1. it was an unmistakeable feeling, but with less uncertainty and apprehension. it's like going back home, to where we belonged (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole episode, we were all sorely drenched in sweat and honestly tired. it's marvellous how jiaqi could sustain after a whole day of dancing non-stop. D: amazing. can just kowtow to you mann. hannah looked really breathless. lol (: i'm amazed that i'm not that tired (though i haven't exercised in agesss.) but everyone was so high! so many stayed behind and jump-jump-jumped at "good good day~" with the juniors! i love that song :D it's a pity i had a curfew and couldn't join the juniors for supper. but oh well, there's always stj :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hwa chong. love 7j (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;asking god if he, could play it again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5386747313745344336?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5386747313745344336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5386747313745344336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5386747313745344336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5386747313745344336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/ad-infinitum-finale.html' title='ad infinitum finale'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4896645704651102983</id><published>2010-02-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:10:11.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there isn't always a correlation between things, really.</title><content type='html'>i was researching on david hume during gp today. didn't take much interest in it initially (well, this is our 3rd time tunnel. and no one really takes it seriously under the kim regime, so i guess the apathy was passed on from the previous year.) but hume isn't a simple character that we so often wave about in our essays, as we did for his more well-known counterparts like kant and benjamin franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a scottish philosopher, he had had a myriad of pretty well-formed ideas that shaped our world today. but what intrigued me was one of his less publicised theories: that of the problem of causation. when two events occur, people will tend to link them together, especially if one is able to draw some parallels between the two. be it location, time, personnel involved, or whatever, it's seems wired in our brains to dig out something to make a connection between these unrelated events. it's more like a need than a want. we just need to make that link to make us feel more at ease. it's weird but it's human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm in jc, and i'm reaching home tired and grumpy (which i am from a lack of sleep under any circumstances), so jc friends are a bad influence. because this guy is not attached and we are wearing the same shirt (for cca purposes), therefore we're a couple (wth.). because i'm in a relationship and i'm taking A levels this year, so i'm going to chuck my studies down the drain. like hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it may seem second nature for us to make such links about people. i've to admit that i was guilty of that as well. but when you're involved, it appears to be more absurd than anything. and nothing offends us more deeply than a sweeping accusation slapped on your very character. so yea, think twice before you voice something out. it may be unintentional,  but the effects maybe be scathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i should include this in my journal? HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4896645704651102983?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4896645704651102983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4896645704651102983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4896645704651102983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4896645704651102983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-isnt-always-correlation-between.html' title='there isn&apos;t always a correlation between things, really.'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-9151854889777956585</id><published>2010-02-03T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:57:56.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like re-living the c1 year from a different perspective</title><content type='html'>year after year, as i review what i've been through for the past 12 months, it seems inevitable to relevate at how much one has grown. maybe we learn by experience. maybe we just need to learn the hard way. or maybe we never learned, but the word "experienced" just bestows us with a delusional sense of wisdom. whatever the case, it has helped to mould and shape us into what we are today. cynical or jaded (word borrowed from matthew), we're often hardened by what we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year's barely kicked off. still, "lost" isn't a word i'd really like to use. but it's by far the most appropriate i can come up with in my current state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard to fight this sense of helplessness. but it keeps coming back to haunt me. during the course of c1, i've learnt to let go off so many things: friends that we just cannot find a common topic with (though we've been so close before, it's hard to take in how we've drifted apart so quickly and so easily), freedom that i've craved for as a kid, feelings that i find hard to grapple with, etc. the list goes on. but it never seems to be enough. the hand of god keeps nudging me, to let loose, to let go of more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it tears me. it tears me apart to even think of choosing between my so treasured relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family, bf, my beloved friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them all, and i'm not choosing between them. please don't force me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-9151854889777956585?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/9151854889777956585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=9151854889777956585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9151854889777956585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9151854889777956585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-like-re-living-c1-year-from.html' title='it&apos;s like re-living the c1 year from a different perspective'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1256586802936713152</id><published>2010-01-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:25:31.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, what did i do today? seriously, i can suffer from single-day amnesias sometimes. have you ever sat down and tried to recall what had happened in the day, and then realised that you cannot remember nothing? shocking, isn't it? but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we kicked the day off with gp compre test. i apologise if i didn't warn you beforehand never to pace yourself according to my speed. famous (ok exaggeration intended) for spending 70% of the time on short-answer questions, 10% on summary, then the last 20% on whatever i can think of for aq. you're bound to get a cardiac arrest if you have a weak heart when i speed up suddenly towards the end. so yeah, beware. haha :p haven't done a comprehension paper in a long while. but i'd say the test was alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lecture. as chengyan coined it, the "w-heat" teacher managed to keep most of us awake until the point when she gave us 5min to do the lecture exercise. then she lost me. aww :x haha! whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem lecture. the audi was like a freezer again. is this like some endurance test or something? or did the school administration overestimate our ability to withstand the cold? lol (: i don't remember when claudia started getting high. but she disfigured my chem notes with her alien talk. OH i promised to scan it, but i still don't know how to use the scanner. fail. :/ anyway, she wrote a huge chunk of nonsense until one of the exercise questions. russell saw and he was like "woah you wrote the answer already". then i showed him the paper and said "yea, and my answer says: hello! i'm claudia and i come from outer space..." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, and what's the newly-found Law of Claudia again? "claudia&gt;xinying" i can't remember the front part. someone refresh my memory. where's the "history" button? omg. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math test. i'd have had a million blanks if not for phuong ha. fails, i need to get my maclaurin's right :x oh yea, that reminds me. phuong ha, i want the new fac shirts too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me what i remember most for today, it'll invariably be commserve. tell you what, we've been notified way before time that there'll be 5 interactors heading down for commserve (we always say 1 too many, now it's 3 too many LOL :p). then yesterday, cherng yew asked who can stay till 6.30 because 1 of the 2 teachers will be absent today. we hadn't heard about any response from cherng yew (well, nothing much can be inferred from his "i think our i-group members are all very nice people" other than that everyone had agreed to stay back.) but reality spoke for itself. we had a total of 7 interactors + 1 senior (boon yang). it had the semblance of a mini i-group gathering LOL. but it's pretty fruitful cos we could really pay attention to 1 or 2 children for most of the 3 hours, instead of running around all the time. it's like, there was time to chat with the kid as well as follow him/her through all her assignments of the day. the flow of work is much smoother like that, because kids take time to get to know you and be comfortable with asking you questions (especially i was taking this new girl jiayee today.) she draws really well. like really really well for her age. and she was employing techniques that i don't even know (though my parents were artists D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus journey home was epic. i still can't believe i took 2 whole hours to reach home. peak hour jams are really scary, there was one time when the bus barely moved 500m for 15 minutes near the school area. SCARY. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendly match tomorrow! whoots (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1256586802936713152?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1256586802936713152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1256586802936713152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1256586802936713152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1256586802936713152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-what-did-i-do-today-seriously-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5784006616554984996</id><published>2010-01-24T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:50:14.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blunder after blunder</title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week has flown by. it's amazing how i didn't notice it until i saw my fb status "xinying chen wonders if she's crazy" dated last saturday. and as my good friend has coined it, it hasn't been a "very normal week". x) well, no one had expected it to, anyway. so i guess we should be glad we had gotten by on fairly mild terms. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's bridge was epic. practice was normal. then we did really well for the first few boards of team match. there were hiccups here and there, like how i took a 4th suit force (which supposedly asks for 3-card support in partner's suit) as just game-forcing (which is ok.) then i anyhow seek slam and ended up putting yifei in a 5NT that's almost impossible to make. D: well, that's if not for daren's self-endplay and self-triple squeeze, it'll never have been made. after he'd done that, he threw down his cards and claim lose all lol. daren is so crazy! so that's a very good score :p suddenly from board 6 onwards, i got really tired and couldn't even differentiate 3S from 4S. so to cash or not to cash after we've taken 3 tricks? i dunno. lol. fail :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solution: write the contract as big as possible for every board. like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4Sx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't go wrong like that, can it? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at curry wok. sick conversations resonating everywhere, eeks. haha! but the most shocking thing i heard over dinner should be that: kah hong actually volunteered to be 花童! LOLLL, isn't that the ultimate self-ko? funny how we like to self-niao sometimes (: but well, that's what makes the conversation fun :D then just as we were chatting and eating, we realised the curry was diminishing at an amazing rate (all slapped up by yifei. sneakaye!). haha, so fun, can imagine us reminiscing about these times next time. couldn't help laughing when yuanxi was talking about some of the past lame jokes we made last time already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yifei finishes his pepper chicken and craves for more)&lt;br /&gt;yifei: woah i want another plate&lt;br /&gt;me: (points to his empty plate) finish this one first&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5784006616554984996?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5784006616554984996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5784006616554984996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5784006616554984996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5784006616554984996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/blunder-after-blunder.html' title='blunder after blunder'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1559505265849525357</id><published>2010-01-20T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:25:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interACT</title><content type='html'>1st gg (general gathering. lols.) in 2010! i had a good mind to pon but i went anyway. it's our first gg after all, how can i miss it? and i'd count myself lucky that i didn't! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened. after a multitude of announcements, the president asked us to proceed towards the classrooms to meet the teachers (and we had the strictest teacher with us D: like omg, what will be the consequences if she found out that i ponned without a valid reason?!). but surprisingly, we had the most lively discussion i've seen, in the presence of a teacher. came up with quite sound suggestions for our most pressing problems. kudos to the club section (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey was really keen on the ice cream cake (we celebrated for september to january babies today. LOLs!) and she literally gasped at the mention of it (even in the presence of our most feared teacher :D). well, she didn't suppress all her anticipation in vain. the cake was really good *smacks lips* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge training wasn't very productive though, because i hardly played. and yen seow left in a huff in the middle of the second board with me. well, i guess we shouldn't be so critical sometimes. cutting comments don't reflect well on ourselves and they, of course, tend to hurt others. so yea, just hold your judgements back a bit. it ain't that difficult, really. well, i like to look at the whole picture before i make a conclusion (according to the fb birthdate app). i think it's good practice, maybe you should try that too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH but somehow, yifei and i bidded and made a few partials (when others would jolly well have gone to game and went -1 with those hands), both before and after interact meeting. for both boards, i had invitational hand, no better. but with distributional hand, i was considering raising to game level. then feel advised me against it (too much influence from KH, haha!). so 3H= and 3S= when it could have been 4H -1 and 4S -1 :p haha, partials pair of the day, i guess. hi fives (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i miss ig6! i guess recent return to commserve and club meeting rekindled those feelings. it's been at least a month since we last gathered as a whole i-group (even now, not everyone was present! hopefully, we can have a real "family" reunion really soon). cherng yew, can you please bring another set of clothes next time? don't torture our noses Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to sinming visit and orientation :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1559505265849525357?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1559505265849525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1559505265849525357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1559505265849525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1559505265849525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/interact.html' title='interACT'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-178066185687023847</id><published>2010-01-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:09:29.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7j goes bonkers</title><content type='html'>remember i was just casting doubts on my sanity yesterday? but today, it's like role reversal (or dummy reversal :)). i'm starting to have serious qualms about the class's. even sam lee HAHA. of course, craziness isn't an exclusive right of 7j. the bridge crazies actually marked out who's going to be the best men (with shaun lum as bridesmaid lols. sad life, shaun :p). and kept commenting on "flawless" defence. if only it's really flawless -.- the most epic of all is that one guy (whom i don't even know!) shouting "one fly" when i was walking across the empty left wing. seriously, i should say that the school's gone bonkers, instead. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! mrs lim didn't niao me at all today, which is amazing! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia became really agitated at the mention of her mr x. and she proclaimed today that the glimmer of hope between her and him has been extinguished. she seemed so adamant when she spelt "it's over". sadd. why did you upset her so much mr x? you downed a making game, you lousy! LOL! it's ok claudia, you still have us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration of october to january babies! i almost forgot all about it. until i took a glimpse at my calendar this morning and realised i hadn't done my job as welfare rep D: sorry and thanks wan chu for buying the cake! it's so nice :D initially it was just for november to january babies but dewei insisted that we celebrate for him as well, though we've done so last year LOL! anyway, we found out that the whole of vanessa's pw group's bdays are grouped together. so cool :D may you guys stay bonded. happy bday sweeties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda looking forward to h3 after today's intro. the lecturer seems very passionate about organic chemistry. (though most of us agree that he was rather lame :p) he didn't start lesson proper today, as he'd planned to though, cos everyone looked really drained after the intro. but i think he's going to be able to liven up the mood quite a bit in subsequent lectures :D organic synthesis ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love my crazy class &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-178066185687023847?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/178066185687023847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=178066185687023847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/178066185687023847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/178066185687023847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/7j-goes-bonkers.html' title='7j goes bonkers'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6130762747818500403</id><published>2010-01-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:23:06.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they smile with innocence</title><content type='html'>thursday. commserve ftw (: first commserve after more than 2 months (means i missed it for the whole of hols :x)! the cohort in room 1 looked like it exploded, as the many primary ones moved up from last year to join the p2-p6s this year! ahh so fast! :D so room 1 was super noisy, but at the same time, so lively (: fun as it is, but it's not conducive for all p2s to p6s to study together anymore. so we shifted the bookshelves out of the mini library, to make space for the p2s. it's a cosy little area, but very spacious for the little kids, i guess. so nice (: so looks like the p2s have one more year to go before they can join everyone (: love feiyue bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6130762747818500403?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6130762747818500403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6130762747818500403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6130762747818500403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6130762747818500403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/they-smile-with-innocence.html' title='they smile with innocence'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-9111102078769595195</id><published>2010-01-17T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:51:11.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destination hwa chong</title><content type='html'>i love the theme! the huge balloon plane and the ship (filled with water? o.O). next time you can come by mrt when it's done! hahaha ok lame :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i can't help but feel that open house was quite messed up. or maybe it's just because visitors were too sparse that day. and the students who came forth to the interact booth seem to have come prepared. a few of them actually just requested for the application forms and refused to be fed any more information about the club. and guess what? we actually received 1 application form (full with a passport photo!!) within the first hour! the most shocking thing is that, he said he couldn't find the application box that we promised will be outside the interact room. O-M-G. now we know what dr. hon means by knowing exactly where you want to be LOL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other than that, the cca booths were empty and tour guides could safely idle around without getting caught. so why did we need so many people in school? the supply of guides totally exceeded the demand. such a waste of resources (whoops :x i was just doing econs, sorry! :p). but in a way, it was nice too, having so many people playing away in school at one go. it's like a carnival (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bridged for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victor and "the who" (coined by zhengyang, lol. since we don't know her name. and victor said it's cooler to call her that way after that, cos it's more mysterious. lol!! haha a lot of people are lamer than me recently!) anyway, they came to visit when it was near 6pm. open house had long ended, so the school was almost a ghost town by now. i wonder if he knew it was open house today. and just psychic-ed that we would stay back after that to bridge. or maybe all bridgers do that. so yea, he counted his cards right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the most appalling question of the day: "what's bridge?" like !!??! you don't know what bridge is after one year in hwa chong?! and worse still if you ask me "what? you mean there's a bridge club??" LOL. keep your eyes peeled, cherng yew. hwa chong has everything, even swimming is compulsory :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shaun lum told me he forgot he was sitting at the bridge booth. so when a nanyang girl asked him his cca timing, he gave her &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt;. -.- you gave a potential girl bridger vastly misleading information! go die slum. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so that was open house, from the bridge club's perspective. if hwa chong's your destination, welcome aboard (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-9111102078769595195?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/9111102078769595195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=9111102078769595195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9111102078769595195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9111102078769595195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/destination-hwa-chong.html' title='destination hwa chong'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8941227045746660508</id><published>2010-01-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:43:00.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge till you can't take it anymore (:</title><content type='html'>first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was matthew's bday. what luck to have your bday land on school re-opening day, lol. :x anyway, happy bday (: and i heard that our new gp teacher asked you to stay behind after gp lesson on tue to give you some pressie. coolios, she barely knew us. our first impression for mrs sarah ong is good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was quite a waste of time, cos we didn't do much. the class took more than half a lesson to get thermometers for temperature-taking (or rather, wait for them to be sold out. haha! so naughty! tsktsk) and farewell of mr ang was kind of boring :x but we had to line up along the road for a drive-past after that. that was pretty meaningful. mr ang was waving at us, and he had that surprised expression on his face. so funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bridge the whole day away. played for a record 6 hours under freezing conditions. i got a headache halfway (though it's probably cos i haven't woken up so early in a long while. my eye bags are getting really bad from late nights :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i p-ed li lan for one of the team matches. she was quite funny, cannot hide what she's thinking. so whatever i played, whether wrong or right, received instant affirmations. well it's not about right and wrong since she isn't able to picture what exactly is in my hand sometimes. but it's fun to watch her expressions. there's one time we defending, then when i decided to take out on the dummy's last trump, she suddenly put up her thumb and said "yes! play like that. very good very good" and went on to down the contract. lols! sometimes, i just feel like putting down a random card to watch her reaction (sounds like some teacher they were talking about yesterday :p quite sadistic x)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8941227045746660508?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8941227045746660508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8941227045746660508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8941227045746660508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8941227045746660508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/bridge-till-you-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='bridge till you can&apos;t take it anymore (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2829116740392158851</id><published>2010-01-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:42:08.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adventure at chenggai</title><content type='html'>[continued]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #6: band hero was fun, though my voice was really crappy (it still is :/) (: they kept replaying &lt;em&gt;love story&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you belong to me&lt;/em&gt;, cos those are the only songs we really know how to sing. (: hannah and company kept laughing from upstairs at yifei's playing for no reason. lol, the girl gang is so cute sometimes. oh then, when joleen tried to sing, she grabbed the attention of evry single soul in the chalet unit. it's not unpleasant but it was damn low, we mistook it for a guy's at the beginning haha (: they also sang y.m.c.a. i still think the "young men" part is hilarious. it's so cheesy (: dewei and ryan tried to challenge themselves to high-pitched songs. that one was hair-raising, so we asked them to stop and they started singing the song at normal pitch, but filling it with "yifei". lol epic funniness, the pair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #7: shaun's wii fell twice. D: first by me, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #8: hail mahjong. linying kept showing her tiles to everyone. it wasn't intentional but everyone (even the player opposite her) can see what tiles she was picking up LOL :D beehoon was so agitated during play that she kept saying she "hate" yit khai for discarding tiles that she wanted. then at one point, she and yit khai were waiting for the same tile. then when yifei discarded it, both of them lunged forward and tussled for that one tile. hahaha. damn funny :D it's really entertainment watching them play. go people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beginner's luck was good (though i'm not a beginner, technically. just lost touch of it after i kissed goodbye to it more than a few years ago. still rmb i started learning using some software and played against the computer every day in p3 :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #9: went out to the barbaque pits bare-footed and stepped on some sharp rock on the way. my feet throbbed for 2 days after that ouchhh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq was fun (: yifei, matthew and i spent most of the time inhaling the smoke until my eyes got teary HAHA. but it's nice to bbq. always loved to stand in front of the pit more than eating, because the after-effects of eating is DDD: heaty constitution sucks (and it's especially straining, after my tummy has just gone on strike a few days ago. lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beehoon and linying kept holding satay sticks with their mouths, pretending that they are rose stalks and trying to dance tango. the way they try to shake their head forcefully was so funny :D then the class girls kept teasing me and my bridge p, lol. 7j is so crazy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2829116740392158851?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2829116740392158851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2829116740392158851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2829116740392158851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2829116740392158851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventure-at-chenggai.html' title='adventure at chenggai'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1312061393910938039</id><published>2010-01-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:00:01.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when murphy strikes again</title><content type='html'>can't remember when i'd blogged the last time, but i believe it was more than a week ago :p alright updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day of living errata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #1: early morning bridge (: open house briefing had to land on that fateful day, so i left halfway during tm. wait was that the last board? i think it was, so no loss. but heard that i left you with a very diffcult 3nt to tackle. sorry p! but i wasn't declaring :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house briefing. blimey, it couldn't have been more quirky. it begun 15 min late, that's ok (considering i was 10 minutes late :PPP). preston and co roleplayed different tour guides. xinyan was quite funny when she stuttered all the way (on purpose, of course). "students" ask, "so what are these (left and right wing)?" "left... and right lor, yea left and right" and then when introducing the places, she only read the first line on her script. the "students" she was leading around ended up reading the whole synopsis for each place for her. lol :D then the other girl (what's her name? stm! :X) was especially hilarious when she played an over-enthusiastic tour guide, who rattles on and on and ignores queries posed by the students. rofl! XD but well, the take-home message was clear, be passionate but don't overdo it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #2: then the teacher tried to group us by birthdays. like o.O?? it caused quite an uproar amongst the students. without doubt, many tried to fake birthdays (though the teacher explicitly warned us not to, but i still heard many many shouting "so all of us february la. ok? ok!"). even we tried, yit khai wanted all of us to transform into feb babies too. then beehoon suggested joining random groups in 2s (less obvious and defiant like that. good idea, bee) (: but in the end, most of us remain rooted to our original positions. so the grouping failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #3: then we stoned and crapped for damn long, before realising that we were supposed to powwow ideas on possible questions. haha, so discussion failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #4: then before we realised it, the meeting ended. 45 minutes before designated time. epic fail :/ whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;error #5: after lunch with bridge mates, yifei and i were supposed to hop on 66 at coro and pick phuong ha up from high school busstop. ha said she'll be at the busstop in 10 minutes. but my estimation was so bad that  insisted on boarding the bus and missed phuong ha, cos she couldn't make it in time. sorry, my bad! :/ haha i need to learn time estimation, always too early or too late. not good :x but after that she was able to make her way to jurong east super fast, i suspected she Apparated there. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to chevrons! the entrance was really nice! it looks so grand, like some five-star hotel, it's hard to believe :D and our chalet unit was chenggai? all the chalet units had funny names, so nvm that. but problem is, how to find it? yit khai told us to walk straight &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the pool, which made 3 of us go -.- but after wandering around the poolside, we found room chenggai directly across the pool from the entrance and could understand what he meant by walking &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the pool. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. [to be continued] :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1312061393910938039?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1312061393910938039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1312061393910938039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1312061393910938039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1312061393910938039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-murphy-strikes-again.html' title='when murphy strikes again'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6943813958412892591</id><published>2010-01-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:17:56.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>記憶有限　所以它會淘汰壞的</title><content type='html'>haha operation to publish 100th post failed :/ so what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no goal = no hope = sad life D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for new targets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get well. i'm on a regular diet, eating small meals every 4 hours now. just had "dinner"... 2 hour ago? LOL. ok i don't know which meal is which. just hopeful that my tummy will get used to food and not throw everything out like it did yesterday. be good, tummy. i give you 糖糖 later. oh wait, you don't want food :/&lt;br /&gt;- regular diet&lt;br /&gt;- no more junk food than a small pack of biscuits&lt;br /&gt;- drink lots of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's the A levels! um ok, no big goals. but revise or, at least, know what is going on for every test? no more "75% made up by xinying" for bio (=&lt;br /&gt;- work out how to improve each subject later?&lt;br /&gt;- but keep the switch for workaholic mode within reach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. spend more time with mum and dad. don't pay lip service. it's not enough to know, do it. raise them in real priority :D&lt;br /&gt;- eh, how? plan your schedule with them in mind as well. don't just leave whatever free day you have left for them (: that's really bad! tsktsk! :p&lt;br /&gt;- learn to switch "on" and "off" workaholic mode at will. so i can listen when they try to talk to me though i may be very engrossed in my work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. cap spending. you don't have unlimited resources! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. most importantly, keep the optimism burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i think of any more~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6943813958412892591?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6943813958412892591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6943813958412892591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6943813958412892591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6943813958412892591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='記憶有限　所以它會淘汰壞的'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4609911967982603495</id><published>2009-12-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:55:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>从你的身上我认识 刻骨铭心</title><content type='html'>post #94.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to reach #100 to mark the end of 2009? that equates to 1.75 posts per day! jiayou xy, haha! (: how about writing in chinese? i shall try a short excerpt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许古人的那句“问世间情为何物？”太庸俗了。可是，经过反复思考，我仍然无法得到解答。又或许他根本没有答案，必须根据种种个案，因人而异。还记得我曾经说过，甚至大胆地宣称过不相信爱情，认为它是个极为荒唐及过于铺张的玩意儿。但经过几则挫败与尝试，我无可否认，那短暂的接触所带来的快感及思念，是甜的。也许是我太多重善感，也可能是我过于执着自己的看法，所以这在我心里出现了挣扎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“偶尔很开心 偶尔却下雨&lt;br /&gt;偶尔有梦醒 偶尔很想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们反复练习&lt;br /&gt;想让爱归零 但无能为力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们都曾经非常努力&lt;br /&gt;却常常的叹息 常常有了疑问句&lt;br /&gt;所以我离去”&lt;br /&gt;（偶尔 张韶涵 ）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i guess chinese flows better, but it looks so much shorter x) i shall continue practising my english next time round (: 1 down. 6 more to go! and it's a brand new day already~ D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4609911967982603495?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4609911967982603495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4609911967982603495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4609911967982603495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4609911967982603495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='从你的身上我认识 刻骨铭心'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7569748676881580324</id><published>2009-12-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:31:52.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's changing, i'm still the same</title><content type='html'>4 days to 2010! (: but well, i'm not here to make my new year resolutions. that can come later. what i want to emphasise is that: yes, the year is drawing to a close. but what struck me most isn't how fast it has past, but how much i've learnt and experienced within such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not an easy journey, i must admit. roller coasters, peaks and dips in life; it's an emotional amusement park that i don't wanna set foot on again. of course, that is not for me to say, but i'll enjoy myself while i can. and when the inevitable comes, i'll keep my fingers crossed and hope i'll get to choose a less treacherous ride? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the old saying goes: 经一事，长一智。yes, we grow with experiences, learn to be wiser from past mistakes. but do these experiences and follies really change us? i'm proud to say that they haven't done so to me. "the world's changing, i'm still the same" is a title i cheaply copied and modified from one of my earliest posts this year. i'd written it because i thought the new environment pleased me. well, maybe finally, i can really open up to people. i thought i could cast my introverted self aside and write my thoughts as plainly as i'd like to say them. but some things are often easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year's turmoil greatly thinned out what i'm willing to tell the world. slowly, i'm getting uncomfortable with putting my life up on display. and when it becomes imperative to write every few days, blogging becomes a chore. that's one reason why there was a break in my blogging routine two years back. but that doesn't mean i'm going to stop correspondence. but i'll probably limit it to my thoughts and snippets of what's going on in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's because blogging is not without its advantages. and i'm not going to let go of them so soon (: firstly, we need to be responsible for what we publish. so blogging allows me to think twice and analyse situations carefully before putting it online for public scrutiny. very often, there is a vast difference between what we really see and what we perceive ourselves to see. by writing down the mere facts before blemishing it with our biased opinions, we can to put away our prejudice and relive the situation, through another person's untainted lens. it's not a bad idea, and sometimes, you really wanna slap yourself stupid for being so biased (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever little comfort it offers, i'm glad that it's this one thing that hasn't seemed to change. the silly optimism and annoyingly logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone's changing, i stay the same; i'm&lt;br /&gt;a solo cello, outside the chorus"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7569748676881580324?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7569748676881580324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7569748676881580324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7569748676881580324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7569748676881580324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/worlds-changing-im-still-same.html' title='the world&apos;s changing, i&apos;m still the same'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6942397875087064443</id><published>2009-12-23T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:51:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all parents damage their children</title><content type='html'>i just read &lt;em&gt;the five people you meet in heaven&lt;/em&gt; recently. i really agree with some of the issues that were brought up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess very few in singapore experience the damage of neglect and violence like eddie did. but the denial of affection is very real. most parents don't realise it. they love their children, probably much more dearly than their love for their spouses or even themselves. but they won't show it. often, children's achievements are brushed aside and left unmentioned. sometimes, they are met with disapproving glances and grunts. worse still, when they nag. but the child isn't heartless. he is exasperated at their expressed disappointment. he is thirsty for their approval, though he covers up with a disdainful apathy. like his parents, he doesn't want to show any sign of "weakness", and it drives both parent and child nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "you know i love you" understanding isn't sufficient. it just doesn't pay to be stingy with praises. exclaim "i'm proud of you!" when you need to. it's not excessive. if you feel that way, say it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6942397875087064443?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6942397875087064443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6942397875087064443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6942397875087064443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6942397875087064443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-parents-damage-their-children.html' title='all parents damage their children'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7135792645496281951</id><published>2009-12-22T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:04:19.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liebe cameraderinnen</title><content type='html'>ok i need to hurry hurry a bit. 3 weeks of backlog is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4december2009, friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, that date heading makes it look like some diary entry. but well, i'm blogging about my life. so i guess it fits in with a diary context (: anyway this day came the long-awaited meet with ex-german buddies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to shop at tanglin mall for food before going to botanics for a grand picnic. but problem #1: how do i get to tanglin? that was my first D: but i figured that 132 will take me there after looking at the busstop billboards, so my D: turned into a relieved (: it didn't last long though, because halfway as i was drawing near orchard, it started to drizzle. then the drizzle turned into a shower. there goes my picnic? nooo D: then i turned around and saw tanglin mall. ahhh miss my busstop! never mind, i pressed the bell, thinking either stops are the same (: this is the epic part: the bus stopped at the next bus stop. one guy (stranger) and i were waiting to alight, but the door didn't open. hm? then the driver stepped on the accelerator and moved on. the guy looked super shocked and yelled at the driver. i was thinking: maybe it's not supposed to stop here, nvm (: when i walked back and past by this fateful busstop, i saw that the number 132 on the signpost. i was like !??! so the guy was right, the bus was supposed to stop here DD: then in a flurry to catch the green man (it's awful to wait for the traffic lights to turn green in that storm), i stepped hard into a puddle of rainwater. my DD: turned into DDD: so much for a morning adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was it, fortunately. "after the sun, the rain; after the rain, the sun." i love the sc school song, it's so meaningful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with hyeon and esther for quite awhile. we were total hoggers, sat in the food court for at least 2 hours without spending a single cent x) esther's island-hopping trip in greece was super intriguing and kept us entertained for damn long. or rather, we kept pestering her for more details :p seriously, there's so much to catch up with :x then we had a good laugh about how cherie described the climate outside as a "storm", how she was at botanics and then still at kiliney an hour later. but we met up eventually (: hyeon was super funny. she actually asked cherie what clothes she's wearing so that we could find her, as if she's setting up some blind date LOL. funny girls, still as cute as ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really spent our day standing outside mall entrances, like outside tanglin mall, outside wheelock, then outside lido HAHA (: we stood outside ndyc for a pretty long time too, staring at the empty tables and wondering when they'll let us in for the mushroom day meal lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we seriously can't bear to leave towards the end. stood in front of lido for at least 10 minutes before we hugged each other goodbye and went separate ways. cherie kept mumbling "i really need to leave now" from time to time, cos she's running late for her next appointment. HAHA but you can tell she doesn't want to leave too. so sad ): the outing ended in less than 5 hours, i think. so short, plus thwarted plans :/ another meeting before school reopens and we resume the loathsome routines? hopefully we have plan b should there be unfavourable weather conditions again :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416962979547526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SyzrIS1fNpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r2-CqvH7g9c/s320/15938_189494143861_606223861_3125213_2425182_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7135792645496281951?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7135792645496281951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7135792645496281951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7135792645496281951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7135792645496281951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/liebe-cameraderinnen.html' title='liebe cameraderinnen'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SyzrIS1fNpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/r2-CqvH7g9c/s72-c/15938_189494143861_606223861_3125213_2425182_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8257628925386907848</id><published>2009-12-20T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:40:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finale</title><content type='html'>haha looks like our m'sia trip was really fruitful, it amounted to a full 3 weeks' worth of talk (: alright, time to wrap up, before i start losing details on other expeditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey back proved to be treacherous. it was the first time all of us experienced motion sickness at the same time. mum puked, i almost did, while dad looked really sick. there was nothing i could do to help her, lest i expel the contents of my tummy on her and worsen matters :/ so i kept my eyes shut for most of the journey, and believed both my parents did the same (: there wasn't much to remember (duh, with my eyes closed most of the time -.-), except that i got really bored halfway, and started playing chinese oldies on my phone. 城里的月光， 朋友，甜蜜蜜，etc. all the old favourites (: mum complained that i was noisy but i didn't care. and i knew that she was grateful for the distraction as well (: we reached the customs real quick and was off home in no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8257628925386907848?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8257628925386907848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8257628925386907848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8257628925386907848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8257628925386907848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/finale.html' title='finale'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6078471861955967605</id><published>2009-12-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:22:30.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>murphy's law</title><content type='html'>berjaya times again. if that's what you're thinking, you're probably right. there must be something of value to it for me to mention it again, isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's how it went: we started exploring the 5th level, because someone told us the indoor theme park was on the 5th level the previous day, and we didn't get to see it there and then because it was near closing time. it was really amazing how we got to level 5, to find that it looked nothing more like a normal shopping mall. no sign of roller coasters, no screams, no hint of excitement. what is this? some underground theme park hidden in some secret chambers? D: turned out that i wasn't that far off, because after walking around fruitlessly, one shopkeeper told us that the theme park was behind the row of shops that we se in front of us and we were like, how is that even possible?! anyway, by a turn of luck, we found the passage at one corner that led us there eventually. so won't you call that a secret tunnel? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didn't get a close look because we couldn't go in, but the roller coaster looked awesome. complete with much steeper climbs and dives, coupled with a 360-degree turn, it's looked so much more exciting than the one we had at sunway! ahhh! HAHA. but i guess playing outdoors compensated for all the excitement! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were satisfied that we didn't miss anything much by skipping the indoors theme park, we resumed our shopping spree! (: berjaya times, too, have no lack of shoe shops. we were absolutely delighted, cos nice bags and wedges are found in abundance here!! we spent a truckload of time getting bedazzled by the myriads of colours and designs. i got a small bag for 19 ringgit. oh gosh, i feel so auntie, gloating over the bargains i picked up. but that bag was really nice! it's slightly smaller than the handbags i have, and is a cross between a sling and a handbag; one that i had wanted for a long time. so happy to get it :D but i didn't manage to get any wedges, though i very much wanted to overcome height issues *pouts* HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the drama. we bought tickets for mulan, cos mum and dad were enticed by the prices. 11 ringgit for a 7.45pm show on a weekend, that's half the price in singapore! we had 15 minutes to stroll around, then somehow, dad decided that he wanted to get a new pair of shoes/sandals/whatever (he wasn't even sure what he wanted :/). so mum stalked after him in the nearest shoe shop, constantly reminding him that there's 10 minutes left. 9minutes left. 5 minutes left! what are you doing?! HAHAHA (: my parents are so cute sometimes. but at the same time, i had this sense of foreboding that something's going to happen. 3 minutes left. nag-nag-nags. and my dad decided rather hastily that he wanted a red pair of shoes. then more to mum's annoyance (well, we weren't surprised! :p), the salesgirl ran out of the shop, turned a corner and disappeared. must have more than one shop in the building as usual. there's no way she's gonna make it back in less than 3 minutes :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock struck 7.46 and we took off! in an attempt to hurry a bit, i took a quick step off the escalator... but not quick enough. dad stepped on my left slipper just as i lifted by left leg. and the slipper snapped! my new green polka-dot slippers :/// so i ended up hobbling to the theaters, my feet throbbing from the tension just now. sighh. and i wasn't making up that feeling cos i wasn feeling sore or anything from the broken slipper. it was really painful. when we reemerged from the darkness of the cinema, there was a red line on my left foot, where the slipper had given way. it's probably caused by the strain when i tried to pull my slipper from under my dad's feet with my left leg. ouch :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wasn't mad at him though. at least he didn't yell at us this time, like what he did earlier. probably knew he was in the wrong and wanted to make amends. he rushed back to the shoe shop. it was still open, fortunately (most of the shops would have said sayonara after 10pm :)). he bought a new pair of slippers (his size, of course) but i got to be the first user (: i shuffled back to the hotel in those oversized slippers, and we had a good laugh over it after that :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to give kudos to murphy (: yea, anything that can go wrong will go wrong. but here's the twist to it, anything that can be rectified will turn out right, as well ((: optimism outlives everything WHOOTS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6078471861955967605?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6078471861955967605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6078471861955967605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6078471861955967605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6078471861955967605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/murphys-law.html' title='murphy&apos;s law'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-983435085533569040</id><published>2009-12-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:33:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like walking down a sepia-tinted photograph</title><content type='html'>petaling street chinatown was rather uneventful. it was in fact dull, except that we had to jump out of the way of fully-loaded trolleys that come head-on in our direction. i have to admit that, that was pretty scary. and we also discovered that the area had modernised... a wee bit. well, at least there's shelter over that long cluttered street now. it's blue and wavy, shaped like sea waves. the modern-looking feel is partially incongruent to the rundown buildings left, right and ahead. but somehow, that feels like how chinatown should be like. and so be it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't long before we left, heading straight towards maharajalela monorail station. the route was really quiet. there wasn't a soul in sight when we passed by two rather old chinese temples, and the station was scarily dark and quiet. too quiet. if not for the cars zooming past on the road below, we'd think we're in some ghost town D: but we're glad we managed to catch a glimpse of the other side of kl, though i don't think we want to go back to that area any time in the future :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to berjaya times square again! this time for a more thorough swoop-around, of course :D [i'm brain-tired cos of bridge. so, to be continued] jeez, i'm like writing some series drama lol. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-983435085533569040?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/983435085533569040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=983435085533569040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/983435085533569040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/983435085533569040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-walking-down-sepia-tinted.html' title='it&apos;s like walking down a sepia-tinted photograph'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3716398184933381716</id><published>2009-12-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:22:58.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taxi scam</title><content type='html'>i remember we stalked out of the hotel, seeking a way to get to sunway lagoon. no buses, no trains and not by foot, of course (it's way out of town!), taxi seemed like the only option we've got. with "hotel taxis" (or so they're coined, since they're commissioned to serve hotel guests and the flag-down rates on the roads of kl are less than slim) stationed right in front of the entrance and the price of 40++ ringgit for a 20-minute journey seemed reasonable (at least in the singapore context, yes). so those taxis looked very appealing as a mode of transport :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then things started to happen. when we got on, i noticed that the meter had had their protective government signs removed. i vaguely remembered some report about the taxi drivers messing with their meters, making them increase the value faster and by a larger amount with each increase. but the memory seemed so distant, i half suspected i'd imagined it, so i cast it aside. it started off at 6 dollars though, which raised eyebrows. so kl taxis have a hire charge similar to singapore? o.O then the meter started running really fast. like 20 cents every 20 to 30 seconds. our hearts pounded with every increment :x it's like we were going to have heart attack soon. mum was especially comical in miming that action LOL (: but we were glad that we reached when it hit around the agreed 40++ dollars, though the real price was 49.80, i think :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sunway lagoon and its pyramid shopping mall, we actually contemplated calling the original driver to fetch us back to the hotel. never were we going to flag down along the streets, as many locals told us that we won't be able to get back without 60-70 dollars. but dad refused to call using his cellphone because overseas call costs a bomb. and to our dismay, there wasn't any public phones (that were so commonly seen along the streets) within the high-class mall. by a stroke of luck, we happened to step out through the main entrance of the pyramid and spot a huge load of taxis AND a public taxi counter! so we ran forward to inquire about costs. and to our utter surprise/shock: the trip to petaling street chinatown (it's near the hotel) costs 27 dollars, and fixed price some more! like omg, it's almost half the price of the first trip :O it's at that point when we realised that we'd been ripped off. so much for the hotel service -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the taxi driver this time was really nice. we didn't use the meter, since we had already paid the counter (so it's a fixed price for all :) no scam). but he turned it on to explain how the meter should work nonetheless, like how it should start at 3 dollars and how it should increase slowly, only 10 cents at a time. and even advised us to take note of the government signs on the meter. ((: well, it's not so bad after all, cos we've learnt our lessons quickly and only got scammed that once :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3716398184933381716?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3716398184933381716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3716398184933381716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3716398184933381716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3716398184933381716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/taxi-scam.html' title='taxi scam'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2054643818920637015</id><published>2009-12-09T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:01:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way under the sun</title><content type='html'>*gasp* my backlog is dragging... stretching into some faraway land. oh and we heard one of the professors use the word "backlog" today, so it isn't as unofficial as we thought it was. i feel so sophisticated now that a professor had used one of my blog words LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall skip breakfast because it really wasn't very appetising, spare for the egg omelette. i kind of liked the way the ham and cheese were wrapped and cooked within the egg. the melted cheese was close to heavenly amongst its tasteless counterparts, yummy! d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward towards sunway lagoon! as the unofficial tour guide of our mini tour troupe (which is made up of only three musketeers: me, mum and dad), i had a hard time planning out the second day, because it's difficult to estimate the amount of time we're going to spend at this lovely place that lay ahead of us. from the looks of it, there may not even be sufficient time for me to try out all the games before the theme park closes at 6pm. but at the back of my head, i know there's a high possibility we're going to end really early, because thrilling games are just not my parents' cup of tea and they're bound to want to leave before half-time :x maybe i should come again with more strong-hearted friends next time HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our (or my, since only i played :/) first game: tomahawk showed it all. mum didn't dare and i could understand because she's terrified of heights. one who trembles on a ferris wheel, i'm not going to force her onto a fast-paced one that will send her dangling upside-down! it's a terrible thing to do. so no way (: what shocked me was that dad seemed to shudder at the mention of the tomahawk, and likewise with other thrillers to come. this is daddy. where did the daredevil of dad go to? is it true that courage, or simply a taste or flair for adventure decreases exponentially with age? it's one question that i cannot answer. there was this girl (i forgot her name &gt;&lt;). she came with a huge group but none of the elders dared go on the tomahawk with her either. and she's really nice, and it's just so coincidental that it turned out that we were of the same age and had the same interests (i mean the taste for thrill). so we made a deal to get swung upside-down together (((: but then the station master requested to have at least 4 people on that 360-degree swing, before he can set up a ride for us. dang. fortunately, her father and auntie stepped forward for her sake. so cool right? i wished my parents could do that. it still seems a little too cowardly for dad to chicken out. at least he should have told me about his new thriller-phobia and we'd've scrapped this whole journey to the lagoon. the idea of spending a whole afternoon on ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds itself was just driving me bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, never mind what happened just now, because the best part was when we tried to make the best out of it, despite divergent interests (: the 360-degree pirate ship was down due to "inclement weather" (LOL) to my parents' relief. but i managed to persuade dad to take the less-than-scary roller coaster with me in the end! well, it needn't be scary, we can create the scary by ourselves... by screaming! :DD oh there was this caucasian at the front seat (we were right behind him, cos dad was afraid to be right in front). he was really jubilant and an expert at scaring people. the coaster was climbing at crawling pace. then as it neared the peak, he turned around and screamed, so my dad and i and many others behind us screamed as well, thinking that we're going to plunge that second. then it turned out that he was just scaring us, and it was a good way ahead before we really sank! after that, he kept rallying us to raise both hands and scream HAHAHA so fun! :D it scared dad though, which made it all the more enjoyable (not to see him scared, of course. but the effect was good) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the normal games. flying fox wasn't that scary, as we had pictured it, except for the fact that we had to land, straighten up and try to dislodge ourselves from the ropes on top of a wobbly flight of stairs in the shallow pool. that was a huge test of sense of balance (which i doubt i've any x)). nevertheless, it was exhilarating gliding over the huge swimming pool and seeing people stare up as you zoom over their heads :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood in line for a long time, waiting for our turn to go on a mini jungle trail on a mini three-wheeled bike. dad was rather impatient because mum didn't want to join and he didn't want to keep her waiting. the fact that some people were cutting queue didn't help. and of course, it's pretty much a waste of time waiting as people were taught how to ride the bike, since daddy is an expert in motorbikes (: it was our turn. something happened and this really caught me off guard. i was rather clumsy at this, and was fumbling to press the accelerator as lightly as possible so that i won't zoom ahead without warning all the time. just as i was trying to figure out how i can travel more smoothly, there was a huge bam. i turned back and saw that someone had rammed into the metal gate. and to my horror, it was dad. :O he wasn't hurt, thank god. but i couldn't fathom why the bike seemed to be acting against his will. slowly, i got the hang of it, though the bike remained a little jerky, lurching forward when i pressed too hard occasionally. but dad, the hero who had conquered and breezed over highways in bikes of all shapes and sizes, was having problems with the tiny three-wheeler. he kept banging into the kerb of the pavements and, once, almost toppled over from the impact :/ we overheard the instructor telling him that he needed to erase all memory of past biking experiences to be able to ride this properly, but that didn't seem to work. so he had to travel haphazardly through the paved roads and wait outside while we braved the muddy sloped in the light forest. mum, who was sitting near the starting point, had witnessed the whole saga and was laughing her head off and making fun of dad after that. LOL (: dad was utterly embarrassed and it wasn't very wise to aggravate it but it was funny, nonetheless :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the place for lunch after, say, 4 hours? it was short but we'd played our share and it was fun! :D i was positively sunburnt (it's not that bad, having been near sunburn stage quite often preceding the trip. so i felt fine :)). well, mum didn't participate much, but she was definitely happy enough watching us do funny moves and contented to see that we've enjoyed ourselves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow-up: taxi scam. tomorrow (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2054643818920637015?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2054643818920637015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2054643818920637015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2054643818920637015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2054643818920637015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/way-under-sun.html' title='way under the sun'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3757948340664900468</id><published>2009-12-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:06:42.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first shopping spree with both mum and dad :D</title><content type='html'>ok i'd better blog before my short-term memory starts acting up again. gosh, i sound like an senile patient keeping a journal in hope to grasp on whatever memories i can. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conquest of bukit bintang! our first destination in kl, and we decided to proceed by foot. so much for a budget :D i thought that was a good choice nonetheless (ignore the money factor), because we caught a first glimpse and feel of what the capital is really like. a few observations include: coin-fed public phones are still in use. and there're sales assistants stationed outside every shop; they try to persuade every passerby to take a look at their products, no matter what they are selling: shoe, electronics or dessert. on the whole, it isn't as modern as the tv adverts made it out to be, nor was it as rundown as my mum have described and scoffed at it. it's sort of caught midway, i'd say. a town in transition into a first-class city(: i was rather amazed though, that the macs over there had quite a few local flavours like ayam... something (i can't remember :/ evidence of stm at work). so it looks like globalisation hasn't exactly caused a cultural meltdown, as the textbooks say. local cultures are, in fact, getting a stronghold, since mncs are incorporating it to attract the people of the country ((: oh and another thing i'm uber proud of is that, picky as i am when it comes to food, we haven't visited any fast food joints in our short stay in kl. unlike other overseas trips, where we succumbed to the grips of the fast food restaurants in the 2nd or 3rd meal :p so yea, this is an achievement. kudos to me, to mum, to dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, the first territory that we set sights on is a huge, dark green building. lot 10 showed a great semblance to average malls in singapore, except that it's really really empty. a few shops had their shopkeepers linger in the middle of their entrance. coupled with the fact that there are no customers inside those shops, those sales assistants act like an impenetrable barrier. they deterred more than invited sales. LOL. it was rather boring, except the jackie chan cafe, where cushions were provided for patrons to lay down cosily, catch a few winks and enjoy their coffee. that's news to us that such services exist. dad said that there's a jackie chan cafe in singapore as well, but it's a wonder whether it's the same as what we saw in kl. maybe we should check it out someday (: other than that, there isn't very much for us to explore, so we left for sungei wang after a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungei wang stood in such stark contrast to lot 10, it was overwhelming! the crowds there were so huge, it made it diffcult for us to navigate ourselves and find food places in the mall. dad proudly proclaimed 姜还是老的辣, since sungei wang is so much older than lot 10 LOL (: hainan (or they call it hailam) cafe was nice. my hailam mee was too green (too many raw vegetables and onions) for our tastebuds, but the hailam chicken rice and whatever noodles my mum ordered was pretty good. though my mum complained that her noodles were too bland, i thought it was ok. i kind of liked the shredded egg. the roasted chicken was plain (y), juicy, succulent and nicely prepared. but i especially liked their wholemeal bao. we couldn't really taste a difference in the bread but the difference in the fillings was obvious and they are good. the pandan kaya was a very light green, different from the darker ones that we usually see. it's a little sweet for me but still very nice on the whole (: the waitress, a young girl called fanny, was quite funny. there were a few incidents but the funniest one was when we ordered cha shao (which is normally pork in singapore). then when she served it to us, she said "chicken" and all of us went "HUH" haha. she must be exasperated when she explained that it's "cha shao". lol. we should have expected that since most things are supposed to be halal in m'sia. but it still tasted good. good cha shao (: oh my mum read her name as "funny" LOL. look who's funnier :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were rather taken aback by the spammage of shoe shops at sungei wang (only to realise later that the situation persists in most of the malls we set foot in). there was like practically a shoe shop every 10 steps you take. at one of the shops, mum wanted a size 7 for some shoe on display. the sales assistant simply took it and went down the escalator. we were like o.O then they explained that they had 5 shops in that mall. oh ok... WHAT?! 5 shops in 1 mall? now that's shocking :x by the end of the day, our eyes were so dazzled by the multi-coloured shops, we're just glad we didn't become cross-eyed. lols :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was barely past 8.30. we were battered but unwilling to concede defeat so soon. so we stood outside sungei wang, in the light drizzle, and argued whether we should continue down bukit bintang road to berjaya times square. one camp argues that times square is so big and so far down the street, and the malls are closing at 10pm. it's simply not worth wasting our energy making our way there. the other says it's too early, such a waste to be whiling the extra hour plus plus away in a fuzzy hotel room. LOL. we argued for so long with no conclusion. it's so annoying, i decided to just walk further down to get away from this nauseating standstill, turned a corner to find times square standing proudly in front of me. OMG. it's just there?! so what were we arguing about distance and time for? we were wasting time on that argument itself lols (: jesus, i actually wrote a paragraph on this trivial squibble HAHA. so i guess it made an impact on us: that sometimes, we should just be a little more resolute and go ahead with plans. because more than often, the answer is so close, we just need to take one brave step towards it to find it; whereas if we retreat in resignation, we may never know the answer((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was true that times square had nothing much to offer near its closing time. i bought an auntie anne's green tea pretzel cos it's so much cheaper in m'sia. it's so sweet, my teeth ached, but i love green tea still :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of day 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day spanned 3 posts. i wonder how long day 2 will be :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3757948340664900468?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3757948340664900468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3757948340664900468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3757948340664900468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3757948340664900468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-shopping-spree-with-both-mum.html' title='my first shopping spree with both mum and dad :D'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2146065372960438971</id><published>2009-12-02T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:57:55.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappiness doesn't spoil a trip. it makes the happy moments more precious</title><content type='html'>friday episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really remember what the hotel lobby looked like, even though i'd stepped out of it barely 3 days ago. i do recall a brown darkness about it though. the hall was wide and dimly lit, but it wasn't oppressive. rather, it made me sleepy. i know it's weird but that's the experience i had when i stood on the exquisite and expensive-looking fur rug, looking on to the mass of eager tourists buzzing around the check-in counter, shoving their receipts at the flustered hotel staff. they weren't far off but the dimness seemed to put miles between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatigue was getting at me after the prolonged jerky bus ride, and it didn't help when the receptionist told us that our room will be ready in a maximum of 2 hours. 2 hours?! what on earth are we supposed to do in the meantime? the staff gave us each a complimentary drink but we were less than gratified. we were thirsty because none of us dared to drink much during the journey for fear we'll find ourselves in need of the loo all too often. so we downed the classic fruit punch in no time, and found ourselves, again, idle. racking our brains for possible entertainment. mum and dad weren't up for cam-whoring but i still managed to snap a few pictures of them by requesting (rather forcefully :p) to take a photo WITH either of them. after a while, i got tired of taking all the initiative and ended up capturing sceneries and odd designs of the building instead (: but fiddling with the camera isn't going to suffice. the idea of hanging around the lobby and sports bar for 2 hours with virtually no entertainment was unthinkable. probably because we couldn't fathom how the room wasn't ready for us, when we've booked it in advance. and to add to that, we were late, that should have provided them with the time that the need to tidy up the room in question :/ we were seriously annoyed at the receptionist's "we're so sorry to keep you waiting" because it sounded rehearsed and repetitive and probably insincere in our frustrated minds. however optimistically dad and i tried to put up with it, it didn't seem like the 2 hours will ever end. it wasn't long before we learnt that the hotel didn't just mess up on us. some of the bookings weren't recorded, leaving one of the families that came with us with no lodging. it's the knowledge that we weren't the worst off that provided some gratification but it wasn't enough to appease us. and we bugged the staff constantly till our room was ready an hour later. i wonder if bugging made the room service people speed up? or did we just made the lives of the receptionists more difficult? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok end of unhappiness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired. shall write about our conquest of bukit bintang tomorrow. woah one day split into 3 posts. not bad :D but i really need to re-charge now, or it'll be my turn to be conquered by the kids tomorrow. :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2146065372960438971?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2146065372960438971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2146065372960438971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2146065372960438971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2146065372960438971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/unhappiness-doesnt-spoil-trip-it-makes.html' title='unhappiness doesn&apos;t spoil a trip. it makes the happy moments more precious'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3105342068088241523</id><published>2009-12-01T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:25:03.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a normal four-wheeled journey (:</title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to reminiscent about, i don't know where to begin. particularly after a three-day break from all english literary sources, it feels like i've undergone a long rehab session. i'm stumped for words. haha, this reminds me of how 東方翔's basketball skills deteriorated due to a lack of practice (well, i'm barely past episode 2 but i can smell an addiction coming up. better brace myself for a fierce 籃球火 marathon :p). so yes, i have kinda lost touch with writing again. but that's alright, i'll try to keep the lines flowing (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, we woke up really early. i think it was around 5.30am? i don't quite remember the timing but i vaguely recall the call of the cockerel in the darkness. though we were tired and blurry-eyed, having awoken during the wee hours in the morning, i guess the day started off quite well; and we had a good laugh, when mum gave an account on how dad couldn't get to sleep all night. he had butterflies in his tummy and was too excited for the trip to catch any winks, just like a child will be (: to be honest, i was rather excited as well. it certainly wasn't my first trip to kl but i had a feeling this time, it's going to be different. first up, the most trivial of all, we're setting off from a totally different destination. not the usual smoky carpool (or bus-pool) area along beach road that made me queasy and can't wait to take flight, but a distinguished stop behind concorde hotel (: the walk to concorde from somerset was also an eye-opener: i managed to take a good look at the deserted orchard road at 6 plus in the morning. there wasn't even a single soul in sight. but it wasn't as spooky as i'd expected. it was even pleasant to step on the serene street. it's rare to take in orchard in this state, and i kind of enjoyed the tranquility. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were taken aback by the crowd that has arrived before us. it was a far cry from the empty streets on the other side of concorde hotel. but i must say i was much more at ease amongst them. &lt;em&gt;there's safety in numbers.&lt;/em&gt; i don't even know why i'd thought of it that way, perhaps i'd read too much of bentley little, who could turn everyday situations into the most scary incidents. :x anyway, there were a lot of people lining up to register. the signs clearly indicated that kl-goers should head to the 2 counters on the left, while those destined for malacca should use the counters on the right. but quite a few people had come to the front of the line at counter A (where dad initally stood in line as well) to find that their names were not on the register. one uncle in checkered shirt was so shocked he almost shouted. :x just when we thought there was a major screw-up brewing, we realised that there was a namelist that directed us to specific counters (ours was counter F on the extreme right). so the arrow signs were completely useless and misleading. lol, so much for a morning fright. what tourists fear and are most anguished, is to have something crop up and their trips cancelled. i wonder how my parents will take it, if that were to happen. i'll most certainly be disappointed :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wait in the bus line-up to both customs was excruciating. i wasn't keeping track of time, or rather, i hate keeping tabs on the time because it always made time seem to crawl and the wait ever longer. but according to mum, it totalled 2.5 hours. i even took a picture where the bus stopped in front of a yellow line (which we assumed to be the a demarcation of our entry into malaysian territory, since it ran on the opposite side of the road as well!). it's the "so near yet so far" sentiment. :/ we chose the peak of peak hours to leave the country LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deny the rush of adrenaline when we zoomed off from the malaysian customs at high speed. we were far from kl, but we'd finally broke free from the ant-crawl of a queue to the customs. it felt like liberation. at least, my mind told me it's a cause for celebration! (: alright, then comes our first meal on board a long-distance bus! so exciting. the nasi lemak was great, i practically polished the plastic container clean because i didn't have breakfast and the wait at the customs had my tummy protesting for too long :P mum actually double-confirmed whether the food was from singapore. LOL. funny la (: anyway, the ride was so bumpy, it's funny to see the plastic container tremble non-stop and jump when the bus jerks un-expectedly (not like it doesn't jump when we expect the bus to jerk HAHA x)). my eyes was glued to the small tv screen while i shoved food into my mouth. haha there's too much entertainment at one go, i feel over-stimulated :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver only stopped once at yong peng, which is pretty useless (since most of us had had our fill with the meal onboard) if not for the need for a toilet break. mum was particularly funny. there was no place to place her handbag in the grossly wet toilet, she had to hang it around her neck. LOL! desperate times call for desperate measures, i guess. it really threw me into laughing fits when she recounted what she did. i think she makes a perfect comedian. go, mum! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took 3 movies before we reached (: i don't even know the names of 2 of the movies because they didn't show it. but they were really entertaining. i think i still take a liking to films on war in ancient china (: 童夢奇緣 was such a tear-jerker though i'd watched it before :x anyway, it didn't feel like a long journey cos the movies kept us sufficiently occupied. but we were naturally shocked to find that it was near 3pm when we arrived. 3 dejected souls were resigned in their seats near the ballroom lobby. they must've waited for more than 1.5 hours for the bus to arrive and take them home to singapore. poor things, and we seriously hoped that won't happen to us when it's our turn to return home :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late. i'll continue tomorrow. striving to document my trip as accurately as possible :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3105342068088241523?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3105342068088241523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3105342068088241523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3105342068088241523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3105342068088241523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-normal-four-wheeled-journey.html' title='not a normal four-wheeled journey (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2019602147469714161</id><published>2009-11-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:49:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three-man show</title><content type='html'>i should be in kl by now, unless you're so lag that you're reading this after i'm back! HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partnered yuanxi for morning games at scba today. i was quite proud of myself because it's one of the rare times that i'm on time (like really on the dot, cos i alighted the bus at 8.00am sharp :p) when i'm usually too early or too late :x then i received his message that meeting time is corrected to 8.30am -.- anyway in the mean time i took my time to loiter around the near-deserted shopping mall. it's really empty and every step you take creates a resounding tap-tap-tap. the difference between this j8 and the normal crowded mall couldn't be starker. i won't say i was scared, but i felt a bit weird. but the feeling wasn't allowed to sink in because it wasn't before long before i decided that it was too hot to stay in the basement. and since the shops weren't open at that time, i was resigned to sitting in the sauna of a macdonald's. LOL. still very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH thanks for the breakfast treat, yuanxi! (: anyway, he went through a lot of bridge conventions after breakfast. i could understand and follow the logic but i wonder how much was retained, really. and to find out that he hasn't taught yifei any of that yet made me go :o, means i need to relate whatever was taught to me to him as accurately as possible, so i genuinely hope that i've remembered everything clearly. i think it's very wise of you to write it down on paper for me, because even now, i can feel the mass of information being chunked away bit by bit, i wonder how much will be there when i return from kl :x thanks x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then we practically ran to scba, cos we were almost late. the games were fun (: though i made quite a few blunders that made me go :O :O :O and want to slap myself stupid immediately after i've commited them. funny how retarded i can be sometimes :p then yuanxi epic-ed a lot, like opening 1NT with 13 or 14 points around 5 times? then i bidded 3NT with only 7-8 points in hand. LOL. and those contracts made and put us on top board because no one else bidded that riskily :p but it's kind of like a boy-cries-wolf thing, such that when he opened 1NT with a genuine and good 15points on the last game, i totally doubted him and bidded off course :/ down many many. blehh. so sad. kah hong was funny, he came without a partner halfway during the morning games (i still don't know why). anyway, he watched us and kept commenting on the gameplay &lt;strong&gt;during&lt;/strong&gt; the game itself. &gt;&lt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at mos burgers (: i had to treat yuanxi cos we betted on whether i can keep my mistake counts to less than 10 but i obviously failed :/ we sat with mr loo and his friend. haha they were quite funny, talking about shaun tho's suggestion of having inter-faculty bridge competitions, where athena and apollo obviously will own because most of the bridge club members came from these faculties (and more from athena somemore)! i wonder if it'll really going to happen but it'll be fun if it does ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156 hates us, i think. it took forever to arrive. and we kept saying that all of them are changing their signboards when they saw us, only to change them back to 156 when they are safe at the next busstop. there was this once when a bus 52 came and we were saying that 156 saw 3 of us and divided itself by 3. LOL how lame can we get? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bidding on the bus. plus three-man bridge at school, we got all the abnormal distributions of cards. funny (: then we went to coronation for bubble tea only to discover that the shop is closed :/ what luck. fortunately, golden rooster sells bubble tea too, so we didn't make a wasted trip. somemore, we get to sit down (: i've never seen a more green green apple ice blend before. it was practically flourescent green, we thought it'd glow in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that concludes a day of bridge adventure. i should be packing. ok cya when i return! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this post was scheduled to be published one day later than it was written :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2019602147469714161?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2019602147469714161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2019602147469714161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2019602147469714161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2019602147469714161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-man-show.html' title='three-man show'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-9201575214171703675</id><published>2009-11-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:12:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel the wind in our hair</title><content type='html'>okay time to update about sunday... and today, before i scoot off to kl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling with deborah (: i was about to leave the house when i saw beverly's sms that said she's not feeling up to beat and won't be turning up that day. naturally, i was a little dismayed. i wanted to see both her and deborah quite badly. i think we just went out less than a month ago? but i still missed them. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deborah and i met up nevertheless. oh it was a little different this time, because we headed straight to ecp without making a detour to her house (: i don't know what overcame us but it was like a mad rush. funny, it's like pure instinct took over for the afternoon. we walked the few kilometres to ecp really swiftly and started cycling immediately when we were there. we were pushing on with such great speed that it didn't seem possible for us to stop for a moment. then suddenly by some miracle we stepped our brakes just before we past the jetty and swerved precariously onto that concrete projection. we camwhored a little and got all excited about the smile function of my new sony t700. the touchscreen buttons are all in japanese, it took me a while to figure out and get used to them. but it's really amazing how it can just click and take down the photographs automatically the microsecond it detects a decent smile! it's like for a moment, the camera is alive! HAHA(= thanks mr cheong! i love this camera, i'm gonna bring it to kl to capture more sweet/funny/happy/retarded memories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off at killing speed (alright it's the fastest we can go. so maybe it's a slow for some of you :x) again. i love cycling on the path just outside changi airport. it's like a wide linear route that runs parallel to the long runway. and it's mostly deserted, makes it so conducive to cycle side by side with a friend and chat till the cows come home. (: we did that for some time until we saw an SIA plane turning onto the runway. then we tried to race it until it took off. well, of course, we didn't succeed! but it was fun nonetheless ((: the drama-mama parts come in here. at this moment, we were watching the SIA plane lift its cockpit off the ground, we looked at the watch and totally went :O it was 1.45. that's 15 minutes to end time! there's no way we can cover the route back in that small amount of time! so we turned tail and headed at full speed back to the starting point! it completely slipped our mind that we wanted to race the planes again. sighh! never mind we shall try it again next time! it'll be one of the highlights of our next few cycling trips to come! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is more melodramatic. well, i didn't fall into the drain this time, don't worry :p by some unknown force, a huge yellowed leaf got stuck between the front wheel and the metal above it when i made that massive u-turn. i was going at mad speed (because time was running out) when the unnaturally rustling sound at the wheel caught my attention. it did no good to try to slow down because that made the leaf entangle itself in the spikes of the wheel, making the bike stop so suddenly that it almost threw me off. :x it's like voodoo or something, i fell at almost the same spot because i recognised the little shelter nearby and that ant-infested black of concrete above the drain :// and it's after we watched planes take off and made a u-turn too :O alright, i'm not superstitious but just amazed by the coincidence. anyway, this is an improvement. i'm really glad i didn't become a catapult and only suffered minor scrapes ((: maybe next time i'll suffer something even milder? yayys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back, the sun was scorching hot. it felt really weird because the wind was so strong but our skins were burning. i suspected i was suffering from a mild heat stroke because i felt like fainting when we finally reached the bike shop... half an hour late. :p but i quickly dismissed it cos we were both so red, i think we were just slightly sunburnt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's pretty funny how both of our slippers decided to say goodbye to us today. deborah's broke while she was cycling; mine when we were just starting to roam around parkway parade LOL.  deborah's slippers got be repaired by stuff the broken part back into the hole it came from! :o so she didn't have to limp from ecp to parkway. lucky! (: but mine can't. so i'm lucky too! i got a new pair at giant's (: it's lime green with black polka dots! super nice, i love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun! beverly, come next time ok? we miss you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-9201575214171703675?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/9201575214171703675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=9201575214171703675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9201575214171703675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/9201575214171703675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/feel-wind-in-our-hair.html' title='feel the wind in our hair'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-891903995118061720</id><published>2009-11-25T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:31:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the first time, i'd say "my beloved academy"</title><content type='html'>alright enough nostalgia. i've received complaints about laggy updates (makes me feel like a real journalist but i won't flatter myself :d), so let's get on with business. i've been wanting very much to update this but the claws of &lt;em&gt;the academy&lt;/em&gt; simply gripped on me like a vice. not that i had forgotten to eat or sleep (those essentials can never be replaced xP) as a result, but i had a hard time extracting myself from it. so blame the author for making his novel so tantalising! HAHA. anyway, &lt;em&gt;the academy&lt;/em&gt; is about a John Tyler High School becoming a charter school, and when it did so, strange things started to occur to the people who populated the school, teachers and students alike. the principal appeared to be like a cult leader, trying to pull as many people to become converts that worshipped the school (instead of the state). there were Tyler Scouts around that much resembled the Hitler Youth. it's the entire Orwellian utopia feel that created so much mystery and appealled so much to me, i guess. but the supernatural encounters kind of freaked me out a little, such that i dared not touch the book in the quiets of my room at night. maybe that was why i didn't forget to sleep, which is a good thing (: what i find most satisfying is that the plot ties in together very nicely. teacher, student, janitors, office clerks' experiences all served to explain what one another had observed and the writer incorporated historical elements of the school (i've always been fascinated by history because backgrounds add so much to the mystery that shrouded the school)! it's been ages since i've been so intrigued by a fiction book. i think it's the language that bentley little used, the way he allowed the the story to flow that drew me into it right from the first page. so go read! :D i swear i'll get down with one of his other books, maybe &lt;em&gt;the vanishing&lt;/em&gt; (it's featured on the cover of &lt;em&gt;the academy&lt;/em&gt;)? or even george orwell's &lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt;. haha this is exciting (: potential bookworm on her way B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and some of you were asking me why i was so guai, i actually stayed home enough for 2 days to finish up 400 pages and some parts of i &amp;amp; i. wednesday is initally my only scheduled free day this week (i hardly get day-offs, and i fought really hard for it! :P). but my allergic reaction returned on tuesday morning. this time it's only two fingers and it's on my right hand. it boggles me, because i'm positive i haven't touched dichloromethane for the whole of monday. and since only 2 fingers are affected, i guess it rules out the possibility that i'm allergic to the new brand of gloves they're using. plus any chemical couldn't have only come in contact with 2 fingers (middle finger somemore LOL!). well, the last time it affected the part near my knuckles, this time it's the middle joints, maybe next time it'll attack my finger tips and the very next time it'll be gone! HAHAHA :D anyway, i'm not complaining cos i'm glad that it allowed me to stay home and completely indulge in my new-found love. i haven't felt so surreal in a long while (wasn't even supposed to feel so, since the novel is a horror one! but i guess it's the activity that counts!). it's a calmness that's pleasant, i didn't think it was possible to be so, given my fluctuation between crazy bounciness and emo pangs. i wonder how long it'll last, but i'll treasure it while it's still there :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-891903995118061720?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/891903995118061720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=891903995118061720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/891903995118061720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/891903995118061720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-first-time-id-say-my-beloved.html' title='for the first time, i&apos;d say &quot;my beloved academy&quot;'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8187389359704706148</id><published>2009-11-25T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:13:09.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm no poet</title><content type='html'>you made me realise that there's so much more to look out for in life, even within things that i used to make out as absurd and too flamboyant to take them seriously. thanks, i just want you to know that you mean so much to me. there's no doubt to it anymore. i only wish you were here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8187389359704706148?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8187389359704706148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8187389359704706148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8187389359704706148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8187389359704706148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-no-poet.html' title='i&apos;m no poet'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6811738555997794699</id><published>2009-11-22T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:06:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step aside, dichloromethane</title><content type='html'>making huge attempts to eliminate my backlog, by simply discarding it? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wednesday - research&lt;br /&gt;thursday - research (cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;friday - research&lt;/p&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a certain degree of dread for the day ahead of me. well, it was research, what can you expect from it? drowsy from a night of sleeplessness (i immediately accounted my tiredness to the lack of good quality sleep, which i later found out that the fatigue probably stemmed from the body trying to fight the allergy effects through the night. you've worked hard, t cells =P), i was startled by the contrast between my left and right hand. the joints on my left hand had narrowed to a thin line; the fingers were swollen, with a tinge of redness. it was no doubt a mild allergic reaction, just short of the redevelopment of rashes (which did arrive later in the morning LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask whether it's an unlucky day of mine, to have my fingers suffer from double attacks of itchiness and hotness; or a blessing in disguise, cos i managed to escape a full day of research which i dreaded so much. but nonetheless, i'm grateful for the full day of rest that i received by pure chance (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6811738555997794699?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6811738555997794699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6811738555997794699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6811738555997794699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6811738555997794699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-huge-attempts-to-eliminate-my.html' title='step aside, dichloromethane'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6072791604606323951</id><published>2009-11-21T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:17:50.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it simple</title><content type='html'>sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad took us out to toa payoh today. (: and our sole mission was to find shoes for mum before we leave for malaysia next week. dad was clearly dismayed at the idea that this is how we're going to spend his off-day, when i'm sure he'd rather be watching random music videos and series drama on ppstream, or his favourite taiwanese entertainment channels on tv in the comforts of the house. somehow, shopping (other than for groceries) just isn't his cup of tea, as with most men too. and mum's responses weren't helping either. "so cheap? sure no size le, they're probably trying to clear stock", she would exclaim before moving on to the next store. then "aiyo, all plastic slippers. don't they have a presentable shoe or sandal?" and it'll leave dad rather exasperated having to trail behind her, with no end of the shopping trip in sight. HAHA. ((: it's pretty cute how they've led their lives together for almost 2 decades and still find the energy to squabble over the most trivial stuff. and it reminds me of how my grandparents were arguing over what my name was (yes, grandpa is a little blur sometimes). the topic of argument may seem pretty mundane, or even retarded. but on further thought, seriously, what's the difference between them and young couples who are newly in love quarrelling over little things? and it is precisely these squabbles that add to the colours of their lives and brings them closer in their relationships. the thought of that is making me smile helplessly now, and it makes me wonder how i'd turn out to be like 20-30 years or maybe even 50 years down the road. will i be like them? or will i turn out to be totally different? that is something i cannot fathom. but nonetheless, it's something that makes me hopeful towards the future (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathering at my aunt's house for dinner was an even more delightful experience. we had a test of each person's knowledge of poker cards. it was damn fun, and we had a good laugh over it, because the kids were really witty and gave answers that never failed to send us into fits of laughter. haha there is hope for the next generation, given our - ok, their - intelligence :D though the adults were clearly worried that we're under bad influence. well, their woes weren't uncalled for. seriously, all the kids are getting really well-versed in all kinds of card games and their gambling systems: blackjack, bridge, dai di. most of them are just short of learning poker, and i think they can well be the top dealers in the casinos of our integrated resorts! LOL :D so fun! love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh - happiness, it can be so simple (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6072791604606323951?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6072791604606323951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6072791604606323951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6072791604606323951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6072791604606323951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-it-simple.html' title='keep it simple'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2182007767535365003</id><published>2009-11-18T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:58:10.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell pw, may you not be scrapped in the near future! x)</title><content type='html'>I’m way behind time. Shall skip some ba :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday officially marked our liberation!! A recount on op: the whole group was really nervous, and could feel our nerves short-circuiting on all counts. We were crossing our fingers that none of us will have an acute power failure later during the presentation. &gt;&lt; what’s worse was that I've only briefly looked through the list of questions that we spotted for q&amp;amp;a. So obviously, I couldn’t recall any bit of useful information that I had gathered from it. The feeling of unpreparedness was practically eating me alive, and I was slapping myself stupid for my over-confidence (that of course ceased to exist at that point in time). But then again, it turned out that all our worries were unwarranted, since they shoved me with a question that we won’t have thought about in our lifetime. Or rather, even if we’ve pondered over it, there’s no satisfactory answer we can get out of it. Well, you see, they asked me which companies would sponsor our lucky draw on cultural diversity. There’s no way we can answer for sure, unless we go knocking on their doors seeking their approval, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do that great, I would say. But I think we did ok on the whole. Kai Yun and Phuong Ha gave really long answers that actually made a lot of sense. I need to applaud them for their wittiness. Was really awed by how they could link from one point to another (when I really see no connection between them. But when they pointed it out in plain words, I was totally convinced.). Like wow, they can really think on their feet, it’s amazing! I’ve got a lot to pick up from them. HAHA! (: Patrick’s stumbles were a pity. :/ That’s not to say that I didn’t stumble at all, that is. I was so nervous, my heart was jumping out right before the presentation. Spent all my time calming myself down, I didn’t really observe how I was doing. Hopefully, I didn’t look too rehearsed. Though more than often, I should look like I’m merely going through motion, since I had almost no control over what I was doing. :x But in any case, I’m really happy that it's over! Just pray for the best ((: for now, let's kiss goodbye to all the strenuous nights of pw! *opens champagne to celebrate* WHEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pilgrimage to Mr Cheong was really fruitful. Most of the guys received backpacks worth (I’ve no idea, but heard that it’s at close to a hundred for most :O). Yit Khai has always been associated with green. What green bag, green jacket, green shirt… In giving him a green army-like haversack, it means to extend his reputation as a green man? LOL. Matthew got a really cool bag. It’s the first time I’ve seen once of its kind, it’s a little difficult to describe it. Erm, there is a lot of storage space in it. Mr Cheong said he used to use it to carry his heavy skis, so it must be really strong, durable and handy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting with a dozen backpacks is still acceptable, since most of them came to his possession as free gifts and he didn’t need them anymore. Besides, it’s taking up space in his house and he probably can’t sell them. So the next best alternative is to pamper us with these expensive trinkets. :ppp then he offered me his Sony T700 and linying his second smallest digital camera (I can’t remember the model). Like OMG? They’re nearly brand-new and he was willing to part with it without any qualms. But what really shocked us was when kaiyun asked him for a laptop and he said yes so readily to it. :O &lt;- can you see my jaws dropping? And imagine around ten others doing the same at that time. (: Then we jokingly requested for his Mercedes Benz HAHA. He’s seriously too generous to be true. And it’s really funny when he advised us not to follow in his footsteps in years to come. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge. Small team match with the juniors (: was it today that we had sambal chicken at Golden Rooster? Oh yes, it is. I wasn’t even half way through but my tongue was so numb, I couldn’t continue eating. Sambal spice ftw! It’s such a pity, cos it’s so tasty but I couldn’t stomach it :x but I’m glad I got to eat as much as I could anyway (: I didn’t know Shaun Lum could take so much spiciness. Yuanxi was transferred so much chilli sauce over to his plate, but he still ate it as per normal, as if it’s a non-spicy dish. X)  Julian was perspiring and gulping down his milk tea like crazy, so I guess he couldn’t take a lot of spice as well. But he managed to polish the plate clean in the end too. Pro. Thumbs up for everyone! :D OH and Shaun kept niao-ing me. I was glad to have Yuanxi and Yen Seow shooting him down, whenever he tried something funny. Thanks guys, I really appreciated it :DDD and Shaun, wait till I dig out something. *evil smiles* LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2012 with Claudia! (: oh what we did was epic. There were 4.15 and 4.55 shows coming up, when we arrived at the counter. But the 4.15 show was flashing red. It’s supposed to mean that tickets were “selling fast” but somehow, we thought they were sold out! So we asked for a pair of 4.55 tickets. The staff gave us 4.15 tickets but we went off without double-checking. So, after loitering around the shopping mall and the shophouses around it, we came back just in time for the 4.55 show. And miraculously, the staff let us in. I guess neither of us sensed anything amiss. Maybe the staff wasn’t paying attention to which theatre we were headed towards in any case. So yea, off we were, happily pushing our way into cinema 2 (that’s where the 4.15 show was already showing), only to find ourselves in the middle of the show. -.- we were really stunned, it took us a while to realise what was written on our tickets and went to ask for a change. OH we were really really lucky. From fourth row seats in the 4.15 show, we were given the last row for the 4.55 show. So we could watch really comfortable. HI FIVE CLAUDIA! Maybe it pays to be blur sometimes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show was great! I love the digital visual effects. It looked real, I won’t have guessed it’s animated. Instead I’ll think it’s a fantastic documentary, if I’m to live several generations later and these incidents really did happen. ((: I like the way they injected a human touch to the film. They handled the emotions pretty well, I almost cried towards the end. But it’s rather subtle though, so it wasn’t too clichéd. Not a normal disaster film (: one setback maybe it’s a little too long. I found it hard to sit still for 2hours and a half straight. Or maybe it’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 1,208&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2182007767535365003?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2182007767535365003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2182007767535365003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2182007767535365003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2182007767535365003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewell-pw-may-you-not-be-scrapped-in.html' title='farewell pw, may you not be scrapped in the near future! x)'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2547864415279631638</id><published>2009-11-14T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:40:04.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1NT - 2♣</title><content type='html'>last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to fulfill my role a filial daughter and stayed home to accompany my mum. but she was having her beauty sleep most of the time, so i was in this zzzzzz mood. nevertheless, i still managed to talk to her before leaving the house for real work. so yea, i'm happy ((: love ya, mum &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;investment meeting at ri(jc) &lt;-- this looks a bit weird, but less so than before. seems like we (ok, i'm.) still not fully accustomed to its new name. (: anyway, it was a rather long walk to the jc section and i kept tripping over this and that. it's scary how clumsy i can be sometimes. and the security guard told me to be careful playfully. if i'm not wrong, it was the same guard who told me to watch out for my step, when i last came for open house. haha, he's so friendly and funny, which is a rare trait to come by for security guards ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yifei and i were early. but our rj counterparts were scheduled to end at 3.30pm and we are meeting at 4, so we figured that we should call them. tried dialling deborah's phone but it was engaged (after that, not in use some more. LOL. i think she switched it off :x and she confirmed that it was almost out of batt after that, as usual. HAHA. funny girl.), so we wound up stoning in the canteen. we were rather appalled when she called shortly after 4pm, to say that their lessons ended late, and that they were coming to meet us at tornado speed now. haha, we'd have made a hell lot of noise, should we even have to work overtime for 10minutes. let alone half an hour! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty huge changes of target group, budgetting as well as timeline. we made quite a bit of progress during this 2nd formal meeting. so yayys. i'm quite excited for it now. hopefully all will be well. ganbatte everyone! ((: OH ya, and we were amazed by deborah's minutes-taking techniques. it looked so messy, how everything runs parallel or overlaps with everything else. or how arrows are drawn up, down, left, right that it formed a more than complex web. but she could deciper it alright, and was able to type out the minutes in a very neat and organised manner after that. seriously, she does amazing things all the time. i must salute to her, always so on task and inspiring, and not forgetting humour; an outstanding person, really. (= i think i unwittingly said something wrong on friday though. hope i didn't remind you of the sad bygones :x anyway, the meeting ended much earlier than expected. it took only, say, one and a half hour when we fully expected a two to three-hour session. haha, so efficient ((: but that also meant that we parted rather quickly too. i was quite sad that we couldn't leave the same way so we can spend more time together, talking about personal stuff. x( never mind, i can't wait to see you again next week! so exciting :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yifei and i went to j8 to meet yuanxi. his grandsenior (oh ya, that means ours also, lol.) was damn funny. she called him to help her replenish some groceries. amazingly, she was able to recite the brand and flavour and exactly what the packaging looks like off her fingertips. and just in case, certain brands are unavailable, she could do the same for alternatives. LOL. we really suspect that she was looking at the catalogues on the internet when telling yuanxi all the information. it's too pro to be true. :p and the funnest part was that, everything bought turned out to be pink. so yea, she must have a fetish for pink, like my mum. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night event at scba was an eye-opener :D bridge really appeals to all ages, cos there were so many adults there. some of the elderly couples are so cute (: oh ya and the association was run by elderly ladies (but they look much younger than they are. i won't have believed that they are so old, if not for yuanxi telling us!). and they are very well-versed in the techniques and play of bridge. see, women can be really good at card games too! three cheers for women! hip hip hurray. hip hip hurray. hip hip hurray! LOL :p OH i saw a trophy with mr loo's name on it. he must be super pro! and confirmed it when we played with him for 2 boards. i messed up the first 2 boards so badly that it put our scores on the road of no return. pai seh! luckily managed to pull myself together and played better after that. but towards the end there was this board, that i was the declarer and i kept playing either from the wrong hand or the wrong suit. blur queen. LOL. guess i was rather worn out cos it was close to 11pm, that's why :p it's so fun. we should go there again next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. ok like what matthew said, remember his project on sleep deprivation. i shall try: &lt;em&gt;i'm xinying, and i'm sleep deprived.&lt;/em&gt; solution? i should go sleep &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2547864415279631638?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2547864415279631638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2547864415279631638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2547864415279631638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2547864415279631638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/1nt-2.html' title='1NT - 2♣'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8861279412911459181</id><published>2009-11-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:46:00.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misadventures (:</title><content type='html'>thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last official school day and we're off! mr ang's dialogue was, as usual, really slow. but what was surprising was that hardly anyone knew about his retirement until today. shows that no one actually reads the chinese papers (which includes me, i just browsed through :p and i knew about this because my mum told me about it). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special ct. what was special ct for anyway? i don't remember anything that happened. except that we were quite bowled over by the design of the tables. the way they open up and allow us to deposit our laptops in them. there're also keyholes on it, so we figured that it's possible to use them as lockers, should that be our classroom. so cool. sometimes i really wish we had a classroom, but the benches do give a rather cosy feel. it's give and take, i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card session after school: contract bridge with bridge mates as usual. (: claudia, matthew, dewei and shaun were playing revo-dai di next to us. they got really agitated towards the end and kept banging the table. shaun and dewei kept exclaiming at the top of their voices, especially. LOL. heard that claudia alternated between upgraded from asshole to king, because she got 4 of a kind and revo-ed them all... TWICE. HAHA. too bad! go claudia go :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow shaun, claudia and i ended up together after that. jiayang wanted to join us but he had training in an hour at that time, and it was raining too heavily for us to walk brolly-less to anywhere nearby. so oh well :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took us a really long time to settle on going to the isolated macs in amk. and then again, there was miscommunication between claudia and me (one of the rare opportunities we get to do so :P). it's like: to get to our destination, we should take 852. but she thought that we were talking about the macs right outside amk hub all along. and that will require us to take 74 instead. so when i saw 852 at the bus stop, i tugged at claudia but she refused and said 74 would be a better choice and got both of us all confused. so we watched 852 zoom off before our eyes when we realised our mistake LOL. so retarded. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joke didn't end there! we got off at amk mrt, the furthest end from the macs outside the hub, because it was stormy over there too and we needed a fully sheltered route. it took us ages to get there, only to find it full :x so we were resigned to making our way to the isolated macs. that's was where things got out of hand. we didn't really know where it was situated from where we were. so we resorted to blindly following a certain direction (NSEW? i've no idea). it wasn't long before we reached the new entertainment centre. then somehow after taking a turn to the back of the building, we were headed towards courts and found ourselves at the library before spotting the macs building. by then we were rather exhausted and trudged wearily towards the coverted macs. it was then that we passed by the front of the entertainment centre and our jaws dropped :o because it means that we've made such a huge detour to the library, we probably walked 200% more than we were entitled to :x then seeing that there's another huge detour ahead since it's imperative that we take the far far away overhead bridge across the road, we were exploding with OMGs. totally spammed :o :o :o :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like eons before we reached our destination. but it was all worth it, because we worked so hard for the meal, our lunch tasted especially good ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;card session. we played german bridge, blackjack, dai di and poker. it turned out that claudia didn't know most of the gambling systems. we're like polar opposites, it's pretty funny how we complement each other sometimes (: anyway, claudia was running beginner's luck, but she's too guai to place any bets, so we were spared of losing a million teh bings to her. :p shaun had to work really hard to earn his teh bing cos we seem to be taking turns to win (that is, because claudia didn't bet! or it'll be all hers LOL). oh that reminds me, i still owe shaun a teh bing, which means payment will be postponed to next year if i forget to clear it on friday! whoops! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so fun, we should hang out more often, all the card lovers. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8861279412911459181?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8861279412911459181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8861279412911459181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8861279412911459181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8861279412911459181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/misadventures.html' title='misadventures (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5008828127245915856</id><published>2009-11-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:17:24.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lovin' it</title><content type='html'>wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first team match! (= HAHA i love team games, whatever the game is. i think i just love people LOL. but the way they take the net score between opponents for bridge is really interesting and cool, though i still don't really get how to record them. i wonder which brilliant bridge pioneer came up with it long long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and signs of improvement are spurring me on. looking forward to more of them soon (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5008828127245915856?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5008828127245915856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5008828127245915856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5008828127245915856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5008828127245915856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-lovin-it.html' title='i&apos;m lovin&apos; it'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3301099670269466491</id><published>2009-11-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:50:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when serving is too enjoyable, it doesn't feel like serving at all!</title><content type='html'>tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST tuesday. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time table was quite crappy. we had:&lt;br /&gt;math lecture&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hour break&lt;br /&gt;pw&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hour break&lt;br /&gt;another pw lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. anyway, during the first pw lesson, we presented. to be exact, only my group got to present, because mr cheong was nowhere to be seen half the time. and during the short period of time that he was in class to watch us run through once and only once, he interjected the presentation with rather meaningless questions, which we thought was more to irritate us than to provide practical help :/ so the practice round didn't really help, because it only made us more nervous (ok it's just me, i seem to have lost touch in presentation skills :// phuong ha and kaiyun looked more disgruntled than unsettled :x). it was only until the next day, when we saw one of 64's presentation that we realised what's lacking in our powerpoint. and knew exactly what to refine from there, to make it look more professional, clean and less noob, of course! that's what we call real help. anyway, our powerpoint looks so nice now, i shouldn't complain further (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms yang treated us during our first break. she's so nice :D it was like a farewell for her, since she's leaving us for moe very soon. though she says it's more to celebrate end of promos for us, but i guess both ways work (: jiaming was super funny, she was so happy that we were feeding her food. and kept reiterating that: "food tastes nicer when fed" HAHA. she can really make us laugh all the time. so cute :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were crapping so much with ms yang, even talked about going to hong kong to 打小人, and then somehow we tried to bring the practice into singapore, and came up with all sorts of alternatives, like sitting under an ulu stairwell in hc, and offer to perform rituals on different teachers/students at different prices. we even considered price elasticity. LOL. so crappy. but seems like a viable business opportunity! :p haha she's so funny! actually i'm beginning to like her. cos she really wants to help us but we're just too arrogant, didn't do our work properly and even talked back sometimes. i think she had a hard time teaching us but it's kind of late to try to make any amends. sighh. maybe we can be nicer to our next bio teacher, so that at least she made an impact! :DD anyway, we'll miss ms yang for sure :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phuong ha and i left for commserve before the second pw lesson! it's so useless anyway, i doubt anyone will disagree :p we met tze liang there. he claimed that we left school at the same time but he managed to reach the centre 20 minutes before us. :o is the 852 route really faster? we shall try that next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze liang was really funny. he kept getting owned by little sean and his cute vampire aspirations. i was trying to teach this other boy, who wasn't very responsive :/ so i ended up listening to and laughing at most of their conversation (more like monologue by sean, cos tze liang couldn't really say more than what sean wants him to. LOL. :p). then it wasn't before long that tze liang asked to switch tutees. HAHA. i think the same happened for phuong ha last week too. somehow they say, i'm the only one who can rubbish with sean. -.- nvm i'll take that as a compliment! means i can talk and negotiate pretty well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to fetch more kids from their school. maybe it's because exams just ended, the kids were really wild today. they kept running all over the place. we had a lot of trouble keeping them intact as a group and herding them back to the centre. but phuong ha and i expected it and were rather calm (: tze liang seemed to be overwhelmed HAHA. he was especially exasperated when mischievous wei zhang fell while running away from him. and then he was totally lost for words when wei zhang accused him of pushing him on to the ground. LOL. kids are kids mann ((: of course that wasn't the end of our adventure. there were more trouble, like wei zhang throwing a tantrum because none of us was able to help him unwrap the all sticky gum. eeks :/ and faith losing her green water baby. then when wei zhang finally devised a method to tear out the wrapper bit by bit, he ordered us to take the pieces from him one by one, and throw them for him. what tze liang said was epic: "i didn't know we're their maids too." HAHAHA. true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commserve was really fun. but i still can't remember the name of the new teacher :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set a record long for our commserve sessions today! if i'm not wrong we stayed slightly over 3 hours, way more than the last high score of 2 hours plus!! haha we love commserve. can just stay there forever without feeling tired. or rather, it's usually after we left and are waiting for the bus at the terminal, that we have difficulty keeping our eyes open, and we start wondering how we were so energetic and didn't feel this fatigue coming at the commserve (: i'm really looking forward to commserve activities during the hols. hopefully there'll be as many as cherng yew has promised! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song seems to get nicer after listening to it a few times! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;周杰伦&amp;amp;袁咏琳-画沙&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;午后的风摇晃枝桠 抖落了盛夏&lt;br /&gt;我对着蝉认真说话 在对你牵挂&lt;br /&gt;晚风轻敲着海沙 浪堆积起无暇&lt;br /&gt;我跟纯真在比傻 爱上你放不下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这风景如画 （开满凤凰凤凰花）&lt;br /&gt;院子里花洒 （浇灌着那种情话）&lt;br /&gt;等最美的晚霞 等故事长大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用手中的流沙画一个你呀&lt;br /&gt;曾说过的永远我们一定不会擦&lt;br /&gt;我的青春开始在喧哗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;因为大声说爱你而沙哑&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用手中流沙轻描着你的脸颊&lt;br /&gt;也答应说好的未来绝不会重画&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;许过的承诺我就不会再去拿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我爱你呀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将思念压成花 有你的记忆乾燥成瓶中沙&lt;br /&gt;像沙漏般想着你 滴滴达达&lt;br /&gt;擦美美的趾甲 喝你泡的茶&lt;br /&gt;原来幸福可以这麽优雅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the lyrics. 原来lyrics可以这麽优雅 HAHAHA &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3301099670269466491?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3301099670269466491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3301099670269466491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3301099670269466491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3301099670269466491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-serving-is-too-enjoyable-it-doesnt.html' title='when serving is too enjoyable, it doesn&apos;t feel like serving at all!'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7222248977536354431</id><published>2009-11-09T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:56:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bid right to find a slam (:</title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya today is monday! but what i meant was that i'm going to update about last monday. so in case you're wondering if i'v psychic powers to be able to predict exactly what's going to happen for the rest of the day. don't be alarmed, cos i'm not! and don't mix up! HAHA, i'm so happy today for no reason :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright what was i going to say? omg, that always happens when i talk too much rubbish :x ok i remember now. it was the day of chinese "a" levels and there wasn't any official lessons for us. but we went back to school anyway, solely for bridge. it's another slack day and i was going to get to do one of my favourite activities with fellow bridge mates. so i was rather chirpy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya thanks yifei for buying me lunch. i think i was being retarded, to go there with an empty stomach, when we're supposed to be there, all set to play till the cows come home! so thanks ya! then yen seow was damn funny. when his mum gave him a call nearing 5pm, he thought that it was only around 3 and was prepared to play for around an hour more. he almost told her that he'll be home by 5 or something along those lines. or worse still, say that he'll be leaving school at 4pm! LOL! i think his mum will really doubt his sanity if he did that! but seriously, time teleports when playing bridge! and yuanxi made us laugh a lot when he made fun of yen seow. HAHA. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played rather crappily today though, kept mixing up the meanings of all the biddings over and over again, and i think it was quite waning on your patience! sorry! and ok i'll stop being "anti-social" and go for dinner with you guys soon. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. funny people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7222248977536354431?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7222248977536354431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7222248977536354431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7222248977536354431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7222248977536354431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/bid-right-to-find-slam.html' title='bid right to find a slam (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1332758426871772709</id><published>2009-11-07T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:28:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends are the gems of life</title><content type='html'>ok i need to get down on blogging, or my backlog will extend into the milky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. GEMS #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are one of the few lucky classes who got to go on a 2nd GEMS, because we were so thrifty the first time round where we had barely used a quarter of the money allocated for class enrichment. more amazingly, we didn't even use up the remaining funds after GEMS #2, i think. kudos to the awesome budget!! i think thrift is the way to go, so we don't have pay up to the class fund so frequently. it's emptying most of our pockets so quickly, it's scary. so jiayou, whoever's managing the finances (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went cycling at east coast park. the guys directed us to a cycling shop at area e which charges a higher price that the one we usually go to at area c. but since the school is paying and we won't get to split the leftover funds over anything else (like class dinner, etc.), forget it (: another good thing about it is that it's nearer to changi, so we actually managed to reach changi and watched planes take off!! then come back in time to return the bikes, despite my numerous accidents and delays :x initially elizabeth and i didn't know that that was singapore's beloved changi airport. all we saw was an endless stretch of green fence. was there barbed wire? i can't remember but there should be, because we thought it was changi prison, or any other military camp that needed such tight security. it was only after 10 minutes of cycling along this green defence line, that we begin to see huge white vehicles that i barely made out to be planes (: then we watched the whole process of how a lufthansa plane take off. it was especially noisy, cos we were standing very near to the exact spot where the plane lifted itself off the ground. but the sight was so majestic, i dare say i felt a sense of exhilaration when it took off and headed towards the azure blue sky. i've been wanting to go on a lufthansa airplane for a long time. seriously, i must get on one when i've the means to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that comes the epic part. elizabeth called the guys to ask them where they are, and we found out that they were very near changi. so we were contemplating on whether to wait or to turn back and cycle till we meet them. that was when i declared that: if i made a u-turn here, i'll definitely head down straight into the drain. then 5 minutes later, we were cycling back when we saw the guys, jinfaye and yingyan. at that point, it was like a premonition come true. i've no idea why i did that but by the time i realised it, it was too late. the sentence was past. i went straight down with the bike into the drain. my tummy hit the concrete so hard, it hurt so badly and i couldn't speak for a minute or two. and then there were red ants crawling all over and biting me. pain :// despite that, i thought i had escaped unscathed until they helped me up onto the pavement and i realised i had cuts and bruises everywhere. :/ but fortunately, they were pretty minor. and i'm lucky enough not to break anything! ((: OH and according to elizabeth, russell scraped his knee in the process, because he fell off his bike when he saw me fall. his injury is worse than mine though my accident looked near-fatal. LOL. actually i won't have known what to do if not for our class people's help. doubt i can get the bike back up without falling in again :x thanks russell and everyone there! i really appreciate it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the precarious journey didn't end there. i was infested with ants (which i think was 50% imagination and 50% real :p) and had to keep shaking and pinching them off on the way back to the bike shop. OH and i hit a kerb when doing a 90-degree turn, and almost flew a few inches with the bike :DD this is more fun than roller-coaster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we gathered at the beach. beehoon is scared of sand. that's ok, but it's really shocking to find out that she's never touched sand before, or did she only touch it once in her life? whatever the case, it's equally astonishing. HAHA our classmates are full of surprises (: then vanessa dropped her carrot cake on the sand. when they tried to clear it up, they swiped a lot of sand along with it into the styrofoam box. wan chu said it looked like mua chee and russell said "so nice". HAHA. then i think i played tic tac toe with him. and when he lost, he paused for quite a while and then said "oh i lost". lol russell and his dry humour. he's really like a big friendly giant (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner/supper at macs. we found out that the biskering pair, kaiyun and yunhao, collects the monopoly stickers from macs! kaiyun received 2 red stickers and was only short of "shenton way", before she can enter the lucky draw for a laptop. that'll save her 2 years, since she was planning to save up enough for a notebook in 2 years. cosmic irony can really make a fool of people sometimes. it turned out that only yunhao had that fateful "shenton way" piece, who insisted on splitting the prize. but how to split a laptop? so kaiyun was resigned to collecting the last piece by herself :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun on the whole, despite the numerous accidents :p but i think i slowed everyone down by A LOT today. sorry! and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love our class :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1332758426871772709?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1332758426871772709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1332758426871772709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1332758426871772709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1332758426871772709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-are-gems-of-life.html' title='friends are the gems of life'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1135481783670638003</id><published>2009-11-04T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:08:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>煮-ON!</title><content type='html'>saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a relaxing day, i stoned around for the most part before going to school early just to bridge :p it was't long before beehoon and kaiyun arrived. bee was really cutely dressed. i love her round pink ear-rings, though pink is the bane of my life! oh claudia was "re-learning" guitar at the next bench. i thought she played quite well. it's like, why are you so musically talented? i really want to give you my idling guitar x) cos i'm quite hopeless at music-making, it's a wonder how i passed grade 8 a few years back. maybe it's one of the miracles that happen to me. life is so amazing ((: oh as we bridged, we watched the fac comm put up the decorations painstakingly. the last piece of deco had just been put up when the skies started to rumble. then down came the rain, and they had to shift everything, every table, chair and steamboat into inner plaza. ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat party! the guys were quite gross. the moment you added some food to the steamboat (meat, sausage, veggie, whatever), they'll take them out immediately and start eating. it's rather disgusting, because the meat isn't even cooked yet. how could they eat it like that? then again, what's the use of putting the food into the pot in the first place. they can just eat it directly from the plate, if that's how they want it to be! LOL. the girls were the complete opposite. kept insisting that we should wait for the soup to bubble, because that affirms that everything has been thoroughly cooked (or rather, pretty much over-cooked). HAHA the two extreme ends. (: maybe we need to meet somewhere midway. but it's that irony that makes the class so cute sometimes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge again with shaun, yuanxi and yifei after the meal. shaun was damn funny. the first time he was scammed, his classmate said that there was free ice cream (there actually was!) so he went to take for us. but he got ambushed and they spammed his shirt with soapy foam. then his shirt has barely dried before his friends came along again to spray him one more time. so his shirt was really soaked. think he's going to fall sick at this rate, especially in such cold weather. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downpour had to come on this fateful day. it really messed up all plans. but fortunately, the fac comm was pretty well-prepared cos everything still went on smoothly, like the competitions, bboy performance, the screening of ju-on, etc. though according to wan chu, a lot of games weren't played, and the fac comm didn't get to dress up because all the hassle of relocating everything into inner plaza took up a lot of time. but we still had a lot of fun, hanging out with fellow athenians ((: kudos to fac comm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1135481783670638003?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1135481783670638003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1135481783670638003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1135481783670638003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1135481783670638003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/on.html' title='煮-ON!'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6068025010032702480</id><published>2009-11-04T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:12:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in celebration of sports</title><content type='html'>ok this is totally overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaqi is back... with gifts, of course(: there was a frenzy to grab and choose the different flavours of pocky or pretz that she bought from china. it's funny how we gawk at food sometimes. but i guess that's what makes our classmates so cute and fun to be with(= the mango-flavoured pretz with its bulky cream was especially cute. i got macha (my favourite green tea)! almond and coffee flavours were really fragrant too. and according to chengyan, it costs only around 60cents SGD per pack. quite worth it, isn't it? i shall bug ppl to get it next time they're in mainland. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say that festival of sports was quite a failure? we were quite disappointed by the silence and calm that reined the school. the energy level was plain low at the soccer field, so we went to look at the other sports and ended up sitting in the middle between the vball and bball matches (: eva the pro bballer, it's like her long passes were all close to perfection. and qianqian was really good at intercepting and shooting too. they're totally my bball idols now, really enjoyed watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vball girls were cool too! it's amazing how they could keep the ball in the air for so long with such accurate passes. such control! when there's like only 1 in 10,000 chance i'll get the ball ti go in the correct direction lol. and they were first! ftw athena! OH we saw russell serve with minimal strength but the ball flew so far. a 大力士 through and through, no dispute for that :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we moved on to watch bball guys. it was quite awkward when we wanted to cheer at first because none of the athenians were cheering. but the aries people were cheering with such fervour continuously that we couldn't resist the temptation to rally for our faculty as well. fortunately, a few athenian supporters did cheer after that. though it was quite scattered and didn't do much to boost morale, it did make us less hesitant about cheering. then we gave it all out and cheered madly from time to time, even though no one's cheering :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we positioned ourselves in rather perilous spots, in one row at a corner of the court. so we'll definitely get hit should they throw the ball in our direction. but actually, come to think of it, there really wasn't any safe spot anyway. the bballers were super rough, and bee was really scared she'll get hit. i think she did get hit, once. and she was screaming every time the ball comes close. it's quite funny. :p yuanxi or "yao ming" stood out from the crowd. he played well and i just found out he was from bball. no wonder (= junxian was good at shooting. his penalty shots were just imba, that's all i can say :D we were criticising some ppl -beeps- shan't say, i don't rmb much anyway. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i played netball in my brown uniform with huang cheng people. felt really warm, both in the heart and physically sweaty. they are such nice people to hang out with (: it was 4 artemis people against a dozen of us. we didn't tabulate the score but it's a clear cut win on their side. super pro :DDD it was super fun on the whole though. and there was this girl who was hilarious. i forgot her name, only remember that it's 4 words long. x) but anyway, she caught the ball and ended up in a flamingo position next to the goalpost. then she was dancing around quite flexibly too. after that, we found out that she was from wushu. no wonder she's so agile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sports but maybe hc needs to up the atmosphere just a wee bit more? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6068025010032702480?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6068025010032702480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6068025010032702480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6068025010032702480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6068025010032702480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-celebration-of-sports.html' title='in celebration of sports'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8570607182878113562</id><published>2009-10-28T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:07:00.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the pain</title><content type='html'>sunday. reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give you thanks for all the good you've done;&lt;br /&gt;and wave goodbye to trauma brought by your misdeeds and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me feel like an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;and how much i don't want to be in this sit;&lt;br /&gt;you opened up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and helped me see who my true friends are;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for giving me a wake-up call,&lt;br /&gt;and making me treasure them so much more;&lt;br /&gt;you made me realise&lt;br /&gt;that i wasn't all that ready to take on the hard facts of life;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being life's best tutor in the world,&lt;br /&gt;i've never learnt so much in such a short period before;&lt;br /&gt;you brought lessons out of the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;and epitomised how "teach less, learn more"&lt;br /&gt;can revolutionise our learning experiences;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel that i've taken my largest leap in life,&lt;br /&gt;and i've everything to thank you for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember the times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i had contemplated&lt;br /&gt;leaving the word "friendship" in place of "times"&lt;br /&gt;and never doubt its authenticity,&lt;br /&gt;just as how i perceived it then;&lt;br /&gt;but my mind reasons and my conscience begs,&lt;br /&gt;that i should never deceive myself,&lt;br /&gt;for i'll never be able to look at this&lt;br /&gt;in the same light as i had done a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have so much to thank you for,&lt;br /&gt;yet so much to scoff and rail at as well;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll ignore the nauseating anguish,&lt;br /&gt;and move on with those scarring wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm badly bruised; but i'll heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;掉了 张惠妹&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;草莓呆呆&lt;br /&gt;心疼的玫瑰 半夜还开著&lt;br /&gt;找不到匆匆掉落的花蕊&lt;br /&gt;回到现场却已来不及&lt;br /&gt;等待任何回音都不可得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微弱的风筝 冬天里飘著&lt;br /&gt;回不去手中缠线的那个&lt;br /&gt;没有蓝天 又何必去飞&lt;br /&gt;怎么适合&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑色笑靥掉了 雪白眼泪掉了&lt;br /&gt;该出现的所有表情瞬间掉了&lt;br /&gt;瞳孔没有颜色 结了冰的长河&lt;br /&gt;回忆是最可怕的敌人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事情节掉了 主角对白掉了&lt;br /&gt;该属于剧中的对脚戏也掉了&lt;br /&gt;胸口没有快乐 断了翅的白鸽&lt;br /&gt;不枯萎的藉口全掉了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经唱过的歌 分享过的笑声&lt;br /&gt;在心中不断拉扯&lt;br /&gt;想念不能承认 偷偷擦去泪痕&lt;br /&gt;冬天过了还是会很冷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song makes my heart bleed;&lt;br /&gt;but once again, thank you for the ache you caused me,&lt;br /&gt;and one day, the throbbing pain will cease,&lt;br /&gt;leaving derelict scars that&lt;br /&gt;even the most powerful lasers can't remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't remove them;&lt;br /&gt;for i may not remember you and what you did,&lt;br /&gt;but the lessons you taught me&lt;br /&gt;will always remain with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm badly bruised; but i'll heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8570607182878113562?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8570607182878113562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8570607182878113562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8570607182878113562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8570607182878113562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-for-pain.html' title='thank you for the pain'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4126896663987972695</id><published>2009-10-27T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:48:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scream out loud for those times</title><content type='html'>saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet sc mates :DD deborah and i practically explored the whole of plaza sing before beverly came. we waited rather impatiently outside secret recipe, having been extracted unwillingly from some gift shop, where deborah was caressing the teddy bears (small, medium or large) because they are just too cute and cuddly ((: we seriously thought beverly lost her way though she had come to ps more than a dozen times with us, because it was 15 minutes past since she told us she was at douby ghaut mrt. that's when she arrived. phew! no hide-and-seek looking for her today! HAHA we told her very frankly that we are relieved and had a good laugh over it :D i think the people dining at secret recipe thought we were nuts :ppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to astons for lunch at cathay only to find that the restaurant had encountered some exhaust problem and smelled of gas :/ bad luck. was a little disappointed because deborah strongly recommended it. oh well, shall go next time then ((: we combed every level for restaurant or fast food joints. then we came across this place called &lt;em&gt;the indulge.&lt;/em&gt; well, the name itself was pretty peculiar, then deborah very clearly pointed out after looking at the signboard at the entrance that it's copying astons. i'm not very sure about that but by that time we were all starving quite badly, so everything looked palatable enough. we couldn't care less and just entered and ordered our meal. :D nevertheless, it turned out that the food was good x) the potato salad was appetising. i love potatoes HAHA! we thought that having chinese-style soup in a rather westernised resaturant was a bit weird though, but it tasted good so we loved it all the same (: then deborah finished drinking her... tea? (i've no idea what cold drink i drank omg :x) before the main course was served. &lt;em&gt;that's so deborah.&lt;/em&gt; LOL but after that, she couldn't stomach half of her seafood pasta, which is highly against the norm, then we said &lt;em&gt;it's so not her.&lt;/em&gt; it was so contradictory, damn funny (: but she did look a little sick. hm. oh free ice cream for dessert! yummy :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverly was as usual shy on the topic of guys, and shut us up with her pet phrase: "let's talk about it another time." but we still managed to find out that she was out alone with a guy until 10 plus the previous night. it was purely platonic though. not her sweetheart. awww (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie. we watched my sister's keeper. it was really touching and we cried one million times. it's funny how we didn't notice each other crying. maybe it's too dark. then after that we realised we were too busy crying that we barely finished half of the popcorn :p it's a good film on the whole. really tears-evoking and strong theme on family unit. they changed the ending though. cos if i didn't remember wrongly, anna was supposed to die in the end. but i prefer the movie ending where anna got to live, if not it's like, "if you fight for your rights, you have to die" which isn't very positive and inspirational, is it? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream. maze (: beverly and i were privileged to be the first two to be scared out of our wits :p haha i don't know when i turned into such a scaredy-cat, i was even scared of the all so familiar audi door lights switching on when we entered the audi x) it was super hilarious when we realised that we're scaring ourselves. but we managed to calm down a bit and adopt a laugh-y attitude, if not i don't think we'll have the courage to step into the maze and would've made a wasted trip. HAHA LUCKY :x the trail of lightsticks to the backstage in the audi was too long. there was no one manning that site. after the maze, we even thought of sneaking into the audi from another door so that we can scare people along that trail. added scariness. :p but then decided that it was damn bad, might really give people a real fright, because the councillors reassured us a million times that there's nothing along that trail. attacking people when they let their guard down really didn't sound very appealling after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the first ghost especially pissed with me cos when she asked me take her hand, i kept asking "are you serious?" on hindsight, it sounded really cheeky. kind of reminds me of dewei. lol. but at that time i was quite scared after scaring ourselves pointlessly for so many times before the maze and along the lightstick trail. i seriously thought she was going to do something to my hand if i really grabbed hers. but it turned out that she only wanted to lead us to the next room lol &gt;&lt; after that for the front part i only remember people scaring us from the back and we kept running. next stage, next room, where's that exit? how do i get to the next part?? nothing else HAHA i didn't even stop to see my surroundings properly, just kept screaming and dragging beverly along :p but i vaguely remember a mirror smeared with red paint in the changing room, and an altar and lots of incense paper somewhere along the way, and putting my hand into a box to touch something slimy and moving. eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then things started to get funny in the middle. cos the councillors came from the front and we began to recognise a few despite the makeup. i almost burst out laughing the moment i saw subha in her kimono. beverly later said she was also stifling her laughter HAHA :D then i kept saying i'm scared when i obviously wasn't or answered their questions too readily unthinkingly. trying very hard not to spoil the show for them but i think i still did. sorry! :x then warren obviously knew my name, but he still asked. then he shoved a scary photo of his "wife" into our faces. and i immediately said that she's beautiful. i don't know whether it's reflex action or something, ok it's weird to reflex like this but i can't find a better explanation for my reaction lol. anyway he looked exasperated and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; asked me whether she's beautiful LOL!! it's really difficult not to laugh at points like these. then this guy tried but failed to grab us into the next room from the our backs, and he said rather deflatedly, "ahh nvm come over". haha funny(: but we've to admit that the make up for the others are good, we cannot really recognise them. so it was pretty scary. thought we dad a good scare. it was really worth the trip. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satisfied, we went around "promoting" it to those who asked us to go in first and tell them how it's like. didn't want to spoil it so we provided minimal details, or more like simply chanted that "it's worth it" thumbs up. LOL then we chatted and cam-whored at zen garden for damn long. :D can't post unglam photos here, she'll kill me. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez, i love you guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4126896663987972695?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4126896663987972695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4126896663987972695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4126896663987972695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4126896663987972695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/scream-out-loud-for-those-times.html' title='scream out loud for those times'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3621149716923205860</id><published>2009-10-26T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:50:27.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>当伤害已经造成，如何不再伤得更深?</title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing grades are ringing alarm bells everywhere now. should i get d for econs, i'll get abcde overall. how's that? LOL. i've gotten worse grades so the impact isn't that great. but that's not the point. i need to gather myself together and buck up. well, this happens around every 2 years: the swelling of ego, then bursting it. &lt;strong&gt;i need to stop this vicious cycle. &lt;/strong&gt;and cheer up people, at least we're all getting promoted. i think that's good enough :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did lots of chopping work today. i should seriously consider becoming a butcher or woodcutter or something along those lines, since i'm so good at knifework. HAHA ok lame. but it's so gratifying to see the passages become shorter and cleaner so quickly. i really take pride in my summary skills :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge club was fun. for the first time i watched and took part in real gameplay for contract bridge! no more pure imagination! so fun, though i still quite blur at most of the bidding rules. have to admit that i felt a bit noob in front of all the experts but they're really nice people and explained everything patiently. i was wondering that it's supposed to be chess/bridge club but there were hardly any chess players to be seen. then i found out from li lan when we were on our way home that chess club hardly exists. lol, to think that for the whole year, i thought the whole imba nanyang team had shifted to hwachong automatically lol. and then she filled me in with a lot of details on scba and their competitions too. really nice person she is :D HAHA bridge club feels like such a cosy family. i think that's the good think about small clubs (: this is getting me more motivated to continue learning. whoots! i'm falling in love with it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ask for much;&lt;br /&gt;just be genuine, even if it hurts;&lt;br /&gt;because it hurts even more, to uncover the truth afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那就這樣吧 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要哭了嘛 该哭的人是我吧&lt;br /&gt;你都坦白爱上了他 我有什么办法&lt;br /&gt;我...也同意啦 既然你提出想法&lt;br /&gt;我们不要拖拖拉拉 就从明天开始吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那就这样吧 再爱到曲终人散&lt;br /&gt;那就分手吧 再爱都无须挣扎&lt;br /&gt;不要再问我 怎舍得拱手让他&lt;br /&gt;你走吧 到了记得 要给我通电话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那就这样吧 再爱都要3166&lt;br /&gt;再给抱一下 吻一吻你的长发&lt;br /&gt;不要再哭啦 快把眼泪擦一擦&lt;br /&gt;这样吧 再爱我 有缘的话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快去把东西收拾一下 再耗下去都天亮啦&lt;br /&gt;这里的钥匙你先留着吧&lt;br /&gt;怕你有东西 假如你有东西 忘了拿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3621149716923205860?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3621149716923205860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3621149716923205860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3621149716923205860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3621149716923205860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='当伤害已经造成，如何不再伤得更深?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-489519696459703370</id><published>2009-10-25T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:11:00.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brickwalls are not only meant to be smashed</title><content type='html'>thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw. slacking time again because:&lt;br /&gt;1. we don't like to bring our laptops to school.&lt;br /&gt;2. it's faster to complete our tasks individually, and then give individual feedback.&lt;br /&gt;3. our project is so straight-forward, there's really nothing much to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny to watch our classmates discuss their projects animatedly and work feverishly behind their macbooks or acer notebooks. and our group? stone. not only do we have no work at hand, we don't even have anything to discuss about. or rather, our so-called meetings were more like a mere announcement of the work distribution for the next few weeks, and are completed under 5 minutes; and our agenda never changes. it consists of one thing, and one thing only, that is: the delegation of work. kaiyun shall do this, phuong ha this, xinying this, patrick that. is that ok with everyone? are there any objections? oh whatever, just do it. and... meeting dismissed. LOL. i don't know whether this is considered dysfunctional or just imba. maybe we're just independent workers. maybe we just work faster. there's a myriad of possibilities; but then again, we got our jobs done. so, whatever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was fun. we had vietnam and japan vs china debate, after mr cheong was done commenting on our lousy i &amp;amp; r's. chengyan was plain blur, and phuong ha was rather agitated by the disussion. more like she was exasperated by chengyan when she said really innocently: "huh but our textbooks said, our land is just big." LOL it's like vietnam had paid tribute to china for 1000 years, and she didn't know that. or it wasn't taught to her at all. i can't imagine the length of a thousand years. it seems like an eternity to me, or to anyone in fact. it's difficult to live to see past a century, let alone a millenium. (: no wonder phuong ha wanted to explode. it must have been a real blow on the country's pride. it's funny how we actually come to this topic. there's no link to our project on Hokkien culture and chengyan's on physical wellness. in fact, it's no where near. :D haha, and i think mr cheong really relish in suan-ing us, more specifically chengyan today. it's like his cheeky smile never leaves his face. evil evil (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball. shooting was uber fun! it seemed like eons since i last played it. claudia is really ood at shooting; the ball always goes straight into the centre of the hoop, and goes through without even touching the board or the net. she was the only one who finished the whole routine by scoring at all the points. :D then we were playing games when my ankle gave way (again), so ended up with a scraped knee. i'm really glad we're at the basketball court. i don't want to slide on the smooth wooden floorboards of the hall, and relive those painfully huge peelings of skin :// so it's a just small superficial wound, and i continued to playing. vanessa called me 野孩子, almost immediately after i told her that my mum will call me that if she finds out. funny girl :DD then linying kept getting hit by the ball at the _____. she was really funny when she tried to verify that her _____ are ok. LOL. OH and bee is really good at intercepting balls. it's a wonder why she isn't poached by any sports team (: we had many accidents but all of us agreed that it's nice to work out! we laughed so much i wish we could play longer. so fun!  ((: we should do so more often, because we most likely won't be able to do so next year! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we tried the welfare room for games but decided that they are too boring. we went out to play three-man card games. then we decided to try out poison jack (taught to me by matthew a few days ago). it's really fun! we self-learnt a lot of strategies. shall play more of it. it's a good alternative to other games. i'm a little sick of the usual ones now ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. pausch videos from jiaming was really inspiring! thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. brickwalls are there for a reason: they let us know how much we want things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. tigger or eeyore, it's your choice: just have fun&lt;br /&gt;3. don't complain, just work harder&lt;br /&gt;i'm really inspired by the brickwalls. never knew we could look at it that way. kudos to dr. pausch. i think he lived a great life with his positive attitude :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"what's gonna hit us hard is life. but it ain't about how hard it hits, it's about how hard you can take it and keep moving forward (what you can take and keep moving forward); and not point fingers, and say you ain't where you ought to be, because of him or her or anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-489519696459703370?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/489519696459703370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=489519696459703370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/489519696459703370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/489519696459703370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/brickwalls-are-not-only-meant-to-be.html' title='brickwalls are not only meant to be smashed'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2962291195518758411</id><published>2009-10-23T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:11:00.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-talk</title><content type='html'>wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my luck seems to be down all the time. didn't have enough time to complete mcq so i spammed the last 5 questions with a's. then the correct answers turned out to be b's and d's. -.- how unlucky can i get? sighh i can't get rid of this nagging feeling that, if only i could just complete the paper in time. x( chem results really dragged down my overall grade and rank. i guess this reduced the likelihood of me securing a h3 chem that i so wanted? :/ and i kind of regret taking math for granted. but the paper weren't as messed up as i expected, because i made surprisingly few careless mistakes, so i'm happy. i'm getting more meticulous, at least (: nonetheless, falling flat in my face for my most confident subjects isn't good news. it's a huge impact on my ego. :/ hopefully i can narrowly make the h3 criteria, though i doubt it'll get me the course of my choice. but at least i made it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottomline: take exams seriously. it's no joke in jc, honestly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being the slacker when it comes to tests. A levels offer no second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a lighter note, i talked a lot to chengyan today. somehow i feel the connection with people who are older, say 2 to 3 years, just like her, zhiyan, zhuo-enn and a few others. as in, we click really fast and it's really comfortable talking to them, we can just rattle on for hours lol ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2962291195518758411?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2962291195518758411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2962291195518758411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2962291195518758411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2962291195518758411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-talk.html' title='self-talk'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7899600544479039787</id><published>2009-10-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:20:54.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is like a donut. it runs in a circle.</title><content type='html'>tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fac breakfast! the fac comm distributed the food through a donut-eating competition, which i thought was quite creative (: they tied a donut to a string and reeled it down from the bridge. then the partner must stand on the bench and eat it without the help of their hands. it's super funny. dewei ate and ryan held the donut. he looked like he was fishing. ok that makes dewei the fish lol :x the girls didn't really want to eat the donuts, cos we were still quite full. so the class had trouble finishing our food. some had to stuff themselves with a lot more than their own share, because of that. sorry and thanks! oh in the end, we were told that dewei ate 3 or 4 donuts?! o.o i don't know whether that is considered pro or out of bounds of human capacity HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started well. then we were taken aback when there weren't going to be any activities after the donut-eating competition. a little disappointed, seeked entertainment elsewhere and went to watch the appollo limbo dance. we stood there to watch for a long period of time. i think we were way too engrossed, to the point that we didn't notice when bee kaiyun and linying left for other facs. it's amazing how people can pass through from under 66cm. like is that even humanly possible? but they proved it viable. coolios ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp-turned-pw lesson. it's crazy how all gp lessons will be used for pw now. for the first time, we actually yearn for gp lessons and want to see ms kim lol. (: anyway, mr cheong was no where to be seen. kai yun and i got owned by dw and ryan in ________. kai yun was hilarious, she couldn't get head and tail of what dewei and ryan are "conspiring", because they were talking 1) in a roundabout way, and 2) in technical code language. and then she kept saying she was super stressed. lol stressed playing ______? funny girl ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math lesson. it wasn't exactly a lesson since we were crapping with mrs lim throughout. she hasn't changed a bit, still niao-ing me all the time. said that i'm a market by myself and am capable of conducting an impromptu talk from the beginning to the end of the period. LOL don't really think i'm that pro. maybe it's possible if someone does that along with me, that is, we conduct a talk show. HAHA anyway, i'll take that as a compliment, at least it's evidence that i'm much more receptive now. goodbye to the introverted laa-laa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was uber hot. we were sweltering from the heat. i was already melting while trying to down the hot soup, was so amazed at how the others were able to drink the &lt;strong&gt;hot AND spicy&lt;/strong&gt; tom yum soup in this kind of climate. kudos to them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm close to being convinced not to take moe h3 now. i mean, what the seniors and the interactors said was true, taking 4H2s at A levels is tough enough. to take a h3 on top of that seriously isn't a very wise choice. it'll be better to take a university course, because it ends much earlier, so we can concentrate on our 4H2s at the end of the year (: but then again, i'm really intrigued by the topics of the ucles h3 pharmaceutical chem course. sighhs. this is frustrating. shan't think about it for now. hopefully the next few days won't blow my hopes. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherng yew mr punctual called us to go for commserve almost immediately after the clock struck 3pm lol. i don't know whether to describe him as being on task or just impatient. haha. anyway, commserve was fun (: i really missed the kids, after such a long farewell. little sean surprisingly gave us no trouble today. it's like he changed for the better during the time we were away. keep it up. we love you like that ((: there was a new girl... i forgot her name again :X never mind. it's funny how she gets familiar with people really fast, even if she hadn't spoken a single word with you. just from how she went to hit tze liang when they haven't interacted and he didn't even know she existed! then he tried to show some of the older kids magic tricks, but those lousy ones taught at the magic workshop won't work, and he got heavily kp-ed. HAHAHA poor him. then we got trashed by little simin and wei zhang in chalerot or whatever the game's called. they were very good at it. it's like near flawless aiming all the time. never underestimate kids. they can really amaze you sometimes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;路...一直都在 - eason chen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿過人潮雙眼燈火欄柵　沒有想過回頭&lt;br /&gt;一段又一段走不完的旅程　甚麼時候能走完&lt;br /&gt;噢　我的　夢代表甚麼　又是甚麼讓我們不安&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just life　尋找夢裡的未來&lt;br /&gt;That's just life　少點現實的無奈&lt;br /&gt;不論風吹的時候 不再傍徨的時候&lt;br /&gt;永遠向前　路一直都在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿過一塊裡面一片黑暗　沒有想過回頭　&lt;br /&gt;一段又一段走不完的旅程　甚麼時候能習慣&lt;br /&gt;噢　我的　夢代表甚麼　又是甚麼讓我們期盼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不清的路又算甚麼　看不清的夢又算甚麼&lt;br /&gt;就算走到盡頭又能算甚麼　能算甚麼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's just life　徘徊到不再徘徊 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's just life　從來都不怕重來 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有選擇的時候　無論選擇的時候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;永遠向前　路一直都在&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7899600544479039787?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7899600544479039787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7899600544479039787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7899600544479039787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7899600544479039787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-like-donut-it-runs-in-circle.html' title='life is like a donut. it runs in a circle.'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8029798079387635431</id><published>2009-10-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:14:43.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel the music in your veins?</title><content type='html'>monday, the thrill of touching the piano again. it just feels so good, albeit a little stiff and out of practice. this totally makes me wonder why i didn't do so earlier. it suddenly dawned on me what i've been missing out in life. seriously, kissing goodbye to it for 4 years is no joke. then i spent hours downloading music sheets. i will master piano again. promise (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8029798079387635431?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8029798079387635431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8029798079387635431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8029798079387635431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8029798079387635431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-feel-music-in-your-veins.html' title='can you feel the music in your veins?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2300981816273504007</id><published>2009-10-21T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:50:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beautiful reasons of life</title><content type='html'>this is super belated. almost one week has passed. seriously, time doesn't fly, it teleports (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. free ice cream from parent support group! haha we really wanted to get it at first but were discouraged by the crowd queueing up for it. after lunch, we were too full to stomach any dessert, however mouth-watering it may be. then i forgot all about it. it was only nearing the end of the second break when wan chu suddenly remembered and got all excited about getting a cone. only to realised that the ice cream vendors just left LOL. poor wan chu (: in any case, the psg was really nice to treat every student to a free serving of ice cream. we really appreciated it, though we didn't get to taste any (due to our blur-ness :p). thanks! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex education talk was really useless. we were mostly bombarded with videos. and i guess the only thing we went away with: was a new way to teach ABC? lol. maybe it's time to re-evaluate its relevance? many of us agreed that we seriously didn't learn anything :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. uhh what happened during the school day? oh yes, i realised mr cheong can be pretty admirable when he's serious. as in, we merely showed him our brief outline of who's going to present what content during op, and he was able to come up with a really entertaining script on the spot. he totally awed us with his "live" performance. and not only that, he was able to churn out quite a bit of specific details from our wr. for once, we really respected him from our hearts((: way to go! don't make us lose this sense of respect so quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton was fun (: claudia and i took turns to play tricks on each other. i kept hitting left-right-then left again, and made her run across the court a million times. then she did that on me. it was hilarious, so much so that i think we expended more energy laughing than running. HAHA the badminton pros training in the hall must be thinking, who are these two jokes frolicking here? x) but it really feels good to work out. laalaa can't help but say, "again again!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love tanya chua's songs now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only love - tanya chua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶爾抬起頭會看到無數顆星星&lt;br /&gt;它守護著天空已經　千萬個世紀&lt;br /&gt;生命裡　也存在一種類似的東西&lt;br /&gt;那就是愛 永恆的延續&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Love 愛是我最美麗的原因&lt;br /&gt;像空氣 自然而然就懂得呼吸&lt;br /&gt;多珍惜 我和你有的這種默契&lt;br /&gt;傳遞心中的溫暖 和全世界分享&lt;br /&gt;因為　真愛存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果可以　我想寫段旋律給自己&lt;br /&gt;別忘記　臉上要用笑容蓋過淚滴&lt;br /&gt;我確定　每一雙單純去愛的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;說的故事　會更加動聽&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2300981816273504007?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2300981816273504007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2300981816273504007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2300981816273504007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2300981816273504007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-super-belated.html' title='the beautiful reasons of life'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5340778225284304303</id><published>2009-10-17T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:48:03.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the origins of red and hard</title><content type='html'>i've got so much backlog (courtesy of matthew), i don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STREET MAGIC WORKSHOP. the magician uhhh... omg i forgot his name, after 2 whole days of coaching?! o.O ok my memory is really failing me. this is badd :x ok anyway the tricks he tried teaching us were, i would say, too amateurish? because it's not only us who could tell how he did it before he revealed the secret behind it, even our beloved friends could point it out when we performed it the second time around. however, we cannot deny that some of the tricks were really cool! separating two interlocking rubber bands in a split second, for example. that really caused jaws to drop, even though i'm still not quite fluid at it. :D ok maybe amateurish wasn't that appropriate a word. maybe it's because there's too much set-up involved, especially for the card tricks, so it's difficult to perform them offhand, without any prior preparation behind the scenes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing was that there was too much buffer time, when he went around helping people or simply went mia, and we got really bored during those periods of nothingness. maybe it wasn't a bad thing, because in a bid to relieve our boredom, we turned around unthinkingly to ask people to play bridge with us. then we started blabbering nonsense with our new-found bridge kakis, like intron (i seriously cannot remember his name omg. :x) and sarah and kaiyun's 4-1 friends! that's where &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red and hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came about. when sarah wanted diamonds to be dealt, and she yelled "give me some red and hard!!" at first, we were stunned and going like "what in the world is she talking about?" then we realised what she meant, and it wasn't before long that we got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;red and squishy, black and sharp, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; black and edible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. all those clear yet not so subtle hints :p we were really crazy. and kaiyun picked up bridge again and got really addicted, she couldn't wait to play again every time we put down the cards and kept exclaiming about how she missed a large part of life until now. HAHAHAHA funny girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to perform on wednesday. there was this guy who was hilarious. he failed, say, 3 times? i don't exacly remember his first 2 NGs but the magician was largely picking on the volunteer he chose. then he switched to performing another trick after 2 failed attempts, and tried to toss 4As from the deck. it was the easiest trick and he was so confident, until he dropped all the cards on the floor by accident lol. seriously disasters never strike singly. :D i shouldn't be laughing because i myself failed at the 2 decks trick twice in front of everyone too. it was most embarrassing omg :X anyway, he made up for it by telling us a very entertaining story on how the 4 knights (represented by 4 Kings) could help find the audience's card. ((: then there was this person who could make a rubber band move up another stretched rubber band, without touching the former. we thought it's something to do with physics but not sure what. and another guy tried communicating to the cards as if they were spirits. they were really entertaining and we had fun :D also, claudia and i managed to break the curse of red cards! most of all, i'm really glad we made new friends and found a dozen more bridge addicts ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song was stuck in my head the whole day, and i don't remember hearing it recently! so weird! but it's really nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;林俊杰 - 醉赤壁&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;落叶堆积了好几层 而我踩过青春听见 前世谁在泪雨纷纷&lt;br /&gt;一次缘分结一次生 我今生还在等&lt;br /&gt;一世 就只能有一次的认真&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;确认过眼神 我遇上对的人&lt;br /&gt;我挥剑转身 而鲜血如红唇&lt;br /&gt;前朝记忆度红尘 &lt;u&gt;伤人的不是刀刃 是你转世而来的魂&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;确认过眼神 我遇上对的人&lt;br /&gt;我策马出征 马蹄声如泪奔&lt;br /&gt;青石板上的月光照进这山城&lt;br /&gt;我一路的跟你轮回声&lt;br /&gt;我对你用情极深&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洛阳城旁的老树根 像回忆般延伸&lt;br /&gt;你问 经过是谁的心跳声&lt;br /&gt;我拿醇酒一坛饮恨 你那千年眼神&lt;br /&gt;是我 醉醉坠入赤壁的伤痕&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5340778225284304303?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5340778225284304303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5340778225284304303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5340778225284304303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5340778225284304303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/origins-of-red-and-hard.html' title='the origins of red and hard'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2142886841053336958</id><published>2009-10-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:53:57.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you would describe parents as a deadly tsunami</title><content type='html'>my 400th post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION orchard. my mum hasn't been to the ION yet, so we decided to explore it that day. it's really appalling how the shopping mall still looked pretty deserted early sunday afternoon, pretty much a stark contrast from, say, wisma atria, which was thronging with people. my mum couldn't help exclaiming about the high prices, which i had already expected. so we practically covered every single level before settling on having lunch at swensen's, because its prices are the same at every outlet on the island lol. but i'm glad to have my beloved fried fish with apricot sauce. yum yum ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, we met dad at the mrt exit by pure coincidence! didn't expect him to knock off so early (: then they kept raving about it being a miracle that i was the first to notice him by the top-up machine. LOL! like hey, i'm quite observant okayy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part was when dad decided to take us out for a movie! the deadly tsunami is a must watch! i laughed throughout the first part. so for the most part, it made me believe that this will turn out to be pretty much of a comedy. then when the tsunami hit, all the sacrifices that the characters made for their loved ones were so touching, i cried. :p it's a really good mix of humour and tragedy. go watch, it's worth it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;永远的朋友 陈伟联&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你很忙 我到街上去晃一晃&lt;br /&gt;身为一个朋友 有些事情不该勉强&lt;br /&gt;看你黑着眼圈 今晚很长我睡不着&lt;br /&gt;到底是谁 害你这么想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为太爱你 拼命达到你的需要&lt;br /&gt;虽然只是朋友 总比什么都不是好&lt;br /&gt;借你肩膀依靠 借你关心也借你微笑&lt;br /&gt;我很想给 你却不要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我总是有让你想出声的方法&lt;br /&gt;我却没有让自己离开的力量&lt;br /&gt;也许友情 才能地久天长&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱着你却伤心的只能守候不能拥有&lt;br /&gt;真挚的做一个永远的朋友&lt;br /&gt;看着你旧旧的简讯内容&lt;br /&gt;我看见爱情向我大声嘲弄&lt;br /&gt;爱着你却大方的陪你恋爱替你加油&lt;br /&gt;虚弱的做一个永远的朋友&lt;br /&gt;几次累的想断绝联络&lt;br /&gt;却听见你说 情人比不上朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只是朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to leave me in complete annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy; yet so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2142886841053336958?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2142886841053336958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2142886841053336958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2142886841053336958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2142886841053336958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-would-describe-parents-as-deadly.html' title='if you would describe parents as a deadly tsunami'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2524654485769395878</id><published>2009-10-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:03:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopefully we won't stop here</title><content type='html'>saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clique outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't believe how long we took to make our way to the ns-jom club! i think we covered at least 5km, when it's actually only 1km from toa payoh mrt. and it was really a discovery route on bridges cos we lost count of the number of overhead bridges we had to cross while navigating ourselves there. but nvm, it's good exercise, plus we've learnt our lesson! won't make the same mistake next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling was fun (: wan chu was super pro. her elegance when dispatching the ball is like, omg! :DD i can totally see the shadow of my mum HAHA! maybe that's why she's zeng ahma :p i love the way linying throws also, because it always makes the ball turn halfway. my dad tried to teach me but i never seem to get it. ok i'll get the hang of this! promise ((: bee bowled well too. and kaiyun learnt to bowl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the library. it's funny how all of them rushed to the chinese romance novels section. except vanessa, but that's because she doesn't read chinese novels. she reads english ones lol! x) i stuck to my fetish for murder mysteries. :p and the psychology books were so fascinating, i decided to borrow one. hopefully it'll help me stop snapping at my parents! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this trip was so fruitful, though filled with obstacles. yayys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go cycling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2524654485769395878?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2524654485769395878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2524654485769395878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2524654485769395878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2524654485769395878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopefully-we-wont-stop-here.html' title='hopefully we won&apos;t stop here'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7507238567347775029</id><published>2009-10-11T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:23:42.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's party time!</title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of promos included an excruciatingly long wait. because the teachers took one hour to collate the papers! i was so freaking bored, and just flipped open the rdt tutorial that was given after the bio paper. at that very moment, mrs foo exclaimed that there are people starting on the tutorial immediately after promos. to be exact, she said "these people must be &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;." LOL! she can be really funny when she wants to. i won't mind having her as my bio teacher ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then post-promos celebrations with wan chu, vanessa, claudia and elizabeth! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buffet at nihonmura! wan chu was super funny. she led us to the restaurant via the longest way, and almost brought us to tan tock seng at one point in time lol! then we spent more than 3 hours there and really had our fill. i love the green tea mochi! actually i like anything with green tea but this one is really nice. i like the chewiness. q q de, very yummy! and i spammed softshell crab and tuna sushi. (: then claudia and i couldn't break our affinity with hearts. no matter how we shuffled and switched dealers, we'll own the hearts suit together. and when that doesn't happen, we can expect that someone doesn't have sufficient points and needs to wash the cards. is this a curse or something? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we cam-whored in the toilet. an auntie was really funny. cos all of us lined up in one photo, she thought we were all queue-ing up for the cubicles, and was genuinely shocked. HAHAHA! some elderly people can just be so cute sometimes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game of life at wan chu's house. i still can't break the twins curse! then claudia and i kept swapping the $100,000 salary card, so both of us retired pretty rich. OH vanessa was hilarious! she kept spinning 10. then claudia the police officer really acted like one, "you were caught speeding, pay the fine now." :DD so she retired really early. and only after she retired, then we started landing on all the technical problems, that required payment to her the technician. so she watched all her supposed earnings fly away. her expression was super funny omg! ((: wan chu was the complete opposite. she kept spinning 1 and 2, and had to play half the game by herself after that because we've all retired!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her sister. she was super cute, especially when she tried bouncing to the rhythm of the piano. like ahh, we really wanted to dash and hug her (: after that we got really excited over the maple anime because they were really cute, and squandered all my remaining freedom of the day on it =x wan chu and vanessa were really fun to train with. i shan't elaborate because you won't know what i'm talking about if you don't play ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-7507238567347775029?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7507238567347775029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7507238567347775029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7507238567347775029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7507238567347775029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-party-time.html' title='it&apos;s party time!'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-3500071666821114083</id><published>2009-10-10T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:19:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it not sink into the deep blue sea</title><content type='html'>GOODBYE PROMOS and HELLO FREEDOM ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stunned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's been so long since i last blogged, i'm getting a little intimidated by it. bear with me till i get the hang of it, i'm just out of practice. actually i'm getting really rusty for everything. say, for academics, simply reflecting on how i messed up my most probable A's in math and chemistry traumatises me. as for the other subjects, i'd say i did my best, though i was at the height of all distractions x) hopefully i can still narrowly make the criteria for h3! =x or i'll have to kiss goodbye to my beloved pharmaceutical chem~ D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've been grounded for too long. like a caged bird, who has grown increasingly unfamiliar to the taste of freedom. the absence of sweet exhilaration, and in its place was a unsettling sense of uneasiness. maybe i'm a newly-discovered inborn workaholic. or maybe i'm just anasthetising myself with the multitude of work all along. on all odds, the latter seems more probable because i can never be more distracted these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, can you simplify things a bit? i really cannot comprehend what you are thinking about. and i'm not deriving any pleasure from it. well, just &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; is going on? honestly, i don't think it's stupid to be pissed at someone. but it's absolutely idiotic to keep it to yourself and let the displeasure propagate. when all you need to do is tell me what exactly is wrong and we can talk it out. and it's not as if i don't feel anything. you're doing both of us a disservice by keeping mum on this whole thing. and at the end of the day, when everything turns out to be a misunderstanding, you'll be slapping yourself stupid and crying your heart out. i'm not saying that i'll be any happier but i'll have no regrets. because, at least, i've tried to mend this crack. but it's never going to work if you're hammering the glass apart at the same time. i know i lost a friend but so did you. and your integrity, plus your chance to salvage this relationship as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ruining my day. i need to get to the bottom of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人類如果沒有心臟那就好了&lt;br /&gt;受傷不會流血 悲傷也不會流淚&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-3500071666821114083?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/3500071666821114083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=3500071666821114083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3500071666821114083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/3500071666821114083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-feel-my-heart-sinking-into-deep.html' title='let it not sink into the deep blue sea'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8087251018137929298</id><published>2009-09-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:31:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what i call life (:</title><content type='html'>hahaha, wan chu was ultimate funny today. but i agree that all the econs acronyms are seriously confusing. what npia, new, pqli, nnp? we had so much fun confusing her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPIA - Net Property Income from Abroad&lt;br /&gt;PQLI - Physical Quality of Life&lt;br /&gt;NNP - Net National Product&lt;br /&gt;wan chu: oh i know npia is net property income from abroad! yayys.&lt;br /&gt;(laugh laugh laugh)&lt;br /&gt;claudia: ok so what's npia again?&lt;br /&gt;wan chu: (face turns red) n...p...i...a...&lt;br /&gt;(points to the right) abroad...&lt;br /&gt;(move hand a bit to the left) income...&lt;br /&gt;(move a bit more to the left) eh what's p ah?&lt;br /&gt;(it's property)&lt;br /&gt;me: uhh is it physical? (cheeky smile)&lt;br /&gt;wan chu: orh physical physical... (nods innocently in agreement)&lt;br /&gt;*van, claudia and i burst into laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we try again.&lt;br /&gt;claudia: can you tell us what's npia now?&lt;br /&gt;wan chu: (eyes light up in excitement) oh i know!! National...&lt;br /&gt;van: it's Net! LOL wan chu!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! my stomach really hurt from all that laughing! :DDD i think we tired ourselves out, both wan chu and i couldn't get whatever we were memorising into our heads, no matter how hard we tried after that. claudia was the imba one who completed 4 sets of notes in, say, 4 hours? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing uno on facebook with yit khai, matthew and his friend now. it's been ages since i touched the game. so brainless but precisely what i need right now. plus yk and matt super funny :p shall forget all unhappiness and start the memory work tomorrow. yayys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8087251018137929298?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8087251018137929298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8087251018137929298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8087251018137929298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8087251018137929298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-what-i-call-life.html' title='that&apos;s what i call life (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2301272056512996047</id><published>2009-09-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:31:35.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me be your silent super-virus</title><content type='html'>disembarking from the roller coaster, i look at the world on the station platform from a whole new perspective. i'm surprised that it actually feels good to be back on earth. i've always thought we need to live our lives to the fullest by injecting it with endless excitement. but i guess painting a colourful life doesn't necessarily require constant ecstasy. there's seriously no need to be high up there on an emotional scale all the time. it's too much adrenaline for my heart. rather, fulfilment can come in a more subtle way, such as simply spending time with family and friends.  if a courteous smile from a random auntie is a contagion that can brighten your day, then a cheeky grin from a close friend is a super-virus that will inevitably infect you and light up your life. it may sound trivial or bland, but it never fails to warm one's heart and make one feel utterly contented at the end of it all. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll stop taking things into my own hands. to put it in a nice way, i'm proactive because i'm taking so much initiative, but in truth, i feel very nosey and i don't think i'm doing any good because as much as i try to, i'm not putting things together, but often messing them up further. i guess it's time to take a backseat. it's not that i don't care anymore. but that i've learnt that there're only so many things i can do. much as i want to, it's beyond my ability to change things for the better for you. but i'll gladly be there for you if you need a helping hand and a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that "the demand for you is so inelastic i want you no matter what price", my friend - courtesy of claudia :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH go take the personality test on facebook! it's so good, i'm freaked out. no one has summarised my character so accurately and succinctly before. well, almost. gosh, i wish i can frame it up LOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mysterious... oftentimes, a loner. You know your true friends and only them&lt;br /&gt;are allowed to understand the real... you. You hide your emotions... Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be always happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you&lt;br /&gt;really feel. You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time&lt;br /&gt;you enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.” You&lt;br /&gt;appreciate simple things in life... You hate complicating things that’s why&lt;br /&gt;you’re typically up-front in any aspect.You’re a stubborn sweetheart... You&lt;br /&gt;“love” him/her only because he/she loves you. If his/her flame puts out, you let&lt;br /&gt;go with no trouble. You’re intimidating! People have an impression that you’re&lt;br /&gt;elite—or if not, you simply look sophisticated. You gain praises but not&lt;br /&gt;companions.You’re independent! You’re also risky just like the bajaken who sail&lt;br /&gt;in the vast and dangerous ocean to look for treasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2301272056512996047?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2301272056512996047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2301272056512996047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2301272056512996047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2301272056512996047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-me-be-your-silent-super-virus.html' title='let me be your silent super-virus'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2299679817523343982</id><published>2009-09-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:09:33.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all i care</title><content type='html'>jam hsiao ruled 龙虎榜! it's sad that i missed 我猜x3 yesterday because i reached home too late. really wanted to watch the special on jam hsiao. linying said he was damn comical! =x shall catch the repeat next next sunday, i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad that i managed to spend time with zhiyan. he's about the only person i get to go out with, without too much probing from my mum. anyway, it's been a long time since we had a heart-to-heart talk. we seriously poured our woes on each other without qualms yesterday. we talked for a very long time at macs but it still didn't feel enough, so we just rattled on and were damn shocked when we realised it was 12.30am. that means we had talked about, say, 4hours?! when we actually planned to only do so for 2, so that we can catch 我猜x3 lol. but it's good, cos i feel so light now after baring my soul (ok that sounds wrong, but you get my drift :p). and i'm happy that he's happier now. kudos bro! we'll all get over this mess! ganbatte! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i usually listen to 龙虎榜 from 1 to 2pm on sundays for the top 10 songs of the week on 93.3fm. well, the programme is from 12noon to 2pm but i want to watch tv (if i'm at home, which is rare cos i'm usually at tuition. oh well :/). i completely forgot that there is collation of july to september results today, so was super shocked when they announced the top song of the week at 1 plus. i missed the whole top 20 cos i was watching bruce lee with my mum lol. but still managed to catch this season's top singers, so that makes up for it, i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm particularly happy with the top female singers(:&lt;br /&gt;1. 张惠妹 相爱后动物感伤 and 分生&lt;br /&gt;2. 郭静 在树上唱歌&lt;br /&gt;3. 容祖儿 这就是爱吗&lt;br /&gt;all my favourite songs omg! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathay was lousy. they had some technical difficulties. so we were staring at a blank screen and couldn't understand what was happening for, say, 10 minutes? fortunately, they played the soundtrack of fame, i'd been bored to tears. bahh. HAHA! there was this song that kept repeating "take it slow". i thought it was quite nice, partly because these few words are particularly meaningful to me at this point in time :p i shall go google it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCIDENT&lt;/strong&gt; was great! a little slow at some parts but a great thriller on the whole. because i loved the plot. it's quite neatly thought-out. totally worth its 4 stars mann (: i think louis koo acted really well. and the moviemakers were really good at creating suspense. i got scared for nothing at so many instances. =x then the real shocks come so suddenly when you least expect it. so hold on to your seat tightly when you watch. don't let your soul jump out! :D but if you go for fairy-tale endings, then i'd advise you against watching it! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i'm in love with this song from alien huang. and his 鬼打墙 too. the tunes are so addictive, they can't stop playing in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小鬼(黃鴻升) - 不屑&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事情如果那麽簡單那就好了&lt;br /&gt;想讓自己不見 瞬間就統統消滅&lt;br /&gt;人類如果沒有心臟那就好了&lt;br /&gt;受傷不會流血 悲傷也不會流淚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不需要有同類 傳染頹廢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不需要愚昧的尊嚴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不需要去偷竊 你的思念 自我安慰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就讓我僞裝我嘴角不屑&lt;br /&gt;讓孤獨乘以更孤獨的兩倍&lt;br /&gt;允許我保留我最後一點點特權&lt;br /&gt;赦免我想念你的心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我眼神裏閃爍不屑&lt;br /&gt;可能我心裏一半已經殘廢&lt;br /&gt;那一半跟著你走遠了的那一天&lt;br /&gt;這一半漸漸已瓦解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我還有一點點不屑&lt;br /&gt;别想要說服我純潔的絕對&lt;br /&gt;我只是世界上物種絕種的絕類&lt;br /&gt;悄悄的失眠了一光年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我還有一點點不屑&lt;br /&gt;那是我自己虛榮心在作祟&lt;br /&gt;自以爲或許有一天我們會重疊&lt;br /&gt;我可以再愛你第二遍&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2299679817523343982?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2299679817523343982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2299679817523343982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2299679817523343982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2299679817523343982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-all-i-care.html' title='for all i care'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2091955491902297960</id><published>2009-09-26T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:25:30.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第一次是偶然 第二次是必然﻿ 第三次是命中注定</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zhiyan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;september is totally a birthday month mann. i'm broke. is it that most of my friends are born libras or is september just a popular month? heh this reminds me of ms kim saying that most babies are born in july/august in the western countries because that's their only recreation during winter. ok why am i even thinking about that? lol. but libras are nice people. i love the sign. it's like an underlined ohm Ω&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really eventful happened at grandma's house just now, that is if you compare to yesterday -.- 8pm come quickly. i wanna see you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play ♠♥♣♦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some to-be classics (: ♪♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的快樂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;徘了徊了走了　錯了哭了痛了&lt;br /&gt;累了倦了睏了　煩了亂了冷了　都是真的&lt;br /&gt;瘋的想的念的　不安的焦慮的&lt;br /&gt;複雜的夢過的　擁有的失去的　怎麼忘呢&lt;br /&gt;你坐過的沙發寬了 你愛的音樂停了&lt;br /&gt;我等著你等成了擺設&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的你的他的　好的壞的難的&lt;br /&gt;灰的藍的黃的　酸的甜的苦的　都還記得&lt;br /&gt;非常想要忘的　絕對不能忘的&lt;br /&gt;我心要還你了　真的不行要了　只得放了&lt;br /&gt;環島的火車載著我第幾天了&lt;br /&gt;忽然發現這一刻我不想你了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的快樂　會回來的&lt;br /&gt;只要清楚曾愛得那麼深刻&lt;br /&gt;不准問值不值得&lt;br /&gt;我的快樂　會回來的&lt;br /&gt;離開不是誰給了誰的選擇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放了...　忘了...&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that the series ended yesterday. this is seriously one of the few idol dramas that i find some substance in, especially the songs. they're so meaningful (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2091955491902297960?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-741648908156116107</id><published>2009-09-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:19:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a classic case of cosmic irony</title><content type='html'>this week brought a mirage of experiences. if you ask me whether it's possible to talk heart-to-heart to someone you thought you'd never be close to again in your lifetime, i'd say it can be done. more than easily. and i'd say it with verve. if you ask me how, i'd say just talk to him/her. clear up the air. if you fail once twice, just try harder. you'd be surprised how you could patch up and move on as if no intermission has occurred in no time. we did it, so i'm happy (: Oh and i had a revelation. it dawned on me that much as i try to remain optimistic and be my happy-go-lucky self, i realised that i do think too much at times. so if you ask me what i'd take away from this week, i'd say that i'm enlightened and have re-defined taking things in my own stride. i'd take your hand and move on. yeap. that's what i'll do and take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i happily went to school today, marvelling at how i miraculously survived the week without much mishap. but things have a way of turning the tables on you when you least expect it. so if you ask me what it feels like to be kp-ed by your most trusted buddies, i'd say now i know it. it really sucks to have pw plus promos and all kinds of unnecessary yet compulsory shit hounding you and crowding you out of your life at one go. but then again if you ask me what i think of life now, i'd say i'm pretty happy and contented with it now. and if you ask me what i'd do if i could re-live my life, i'd say i'll make the same choices again. because you'll never get to re-live the easy life of a student again when you step into society next time. besides, these are life's experiences and i know i'll look back and smile at all the memories, bitter or sweet, when i reminisce about these golden ages of life years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helium balloons from oac! i wanted to bring one home but decided against it inthe end because my mum is getting really suspicious over nothing. :/ we took really cute pictures with those 5 balloons though! so i'm happy ((: it's funny how wan chu wanted to tie one balloon on each of her little sister's hand and see her flap and try to get them off HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;i love aimless chatters after school (: &lt;/strong&gt;i've nothing else to say since i'm grounded now. hi five, if you're a fellow no-lifer! :p i'm praying hard it'll be lifted after promos, or i'll still barge my way out of it, i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song totally depicts my feelings. every line fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;蔡健雅 – 誰&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;現在的我　還是對愛　充滿疑惑　沒對或錯　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;還不想給　什麼承諾　保持沉默　獨自走過&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空虛和寂寞　它們陪伴著我　&lt;br /&gt;裝作灑脫　其實很懦弱　&lt;br /&gt;有太多的藉口　終究沒有結果　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰讓我感覺　他最了解我　&lt;br /&gt;眼神交錯　話都不用說　&lt;br /&gt;就抱緊我　讓我感受　他多愛我　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰讓我感覺　不需要再躲　&lt;br /&gt;過去心痛　從此被淹沒　&lt;br /&gt;就抱緊我　讓我感受　&lt;br /&gt;讓我感受　他多愛我　&lt;br /&gt;讓我相信　他是愛　愛我的　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;未來的我　一個人過   也算不錯　&lt;br /&gt;冰冷的手　插入口袋　也算暖和　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日出日落　都差不多　&lt;br /&gt;若有誰陪我　那一定更好過　&lt;br /&gt;天空為我　一直閃爍著　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;用太多的藉口　我在拒絕什麼&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-741648908156116107?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/741648908156116107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=741648908156116107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/741648908156116107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/741648908156116107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/classic-case-of-cosmic-irony.html' title='a classic case of cosmic irony'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8324252263449043044</id><published>2009-09-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:07:37.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>喜喜</title><content type='html'>Wedding bells on 20.09.2009! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time i've actually witnessed a tea ceremony firsthand, and also a misplaced memory for most of the elders. cos they weren't very familiar with the procedure, and all that scurrying about, being unsure of what to do and random dirty jokes plus the weird photographs we took while saying "huat ah" (get rich in hokkien) really got us hugging our stomachs laughing. HAHA :D we had catered food for lunch, yummy! though i ate mostly curry potatoes (: then my mum started visualising how all these will fit into our house. it's like she's planning my wedding day for me already LOL. funny but a little freaky too! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner by the pool! ok it's not exactly a pool but a pavillion (thanks matthew HAHA. i need to polish up my english omg) on a koi pond. then alvin and alicia swore their oaths in that romantic pavillion. coupled with the video montage of the day. alvin was hilarious when he had sing xiao wei so loudly such that alicia was able to hear him 7 storeys above! and it was 7 am in the morning. be glad that no one splashed water down on him mann! but the rest of it it was so sweet! the pictures they took at punggol park really looked like some romance movie posters! i was secretly envious of them. :p hey why am i even thinking of this? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ambience was really good but all of us felt that it wasn't worth the price. it's too exorbitant. a swensens ice cream buffet would suffice at a much much lower rate!! HAHA i want go for ice cream buffet again omg! but then again, it's a once in a lifetime experience. so it's worth the extravagance, since you won't get another chance to do so in your lifetime right! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't elaborate on the performance but we all agree that it's good right? ego plus 10 :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then party world till the morning! we were really high. or at least the kids. we completely owned don't cha, girlfriend, mr q and dao xiang. fast songs rule! (: i didn't realise i was tired until i hopped onto the car after that. and conked out before i reached home :p i'm still drowsy from all that partying though i woke up at 5pm today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i'm never going to get done with this post. i'm getting niao-ed one million times x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok all the best for the future, alvin and alicia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you look really cute together. like 小夫妻 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小夫妻 欧得洋&amp;amp;蔡淳佳&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在supermarket逛了好大一圈&lt;br /&gt;想你爱咖哩或是义大利面&lt;br /&gt;幸福的食谱再恶补几遍&lt;br /&gt;我的优点要你百尝不厌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在下班路上租了几支影片&lt;br /&gt;有你在沙发就是浪漫剧院&lt;br /&gt;辛苦的时候想著你的脸&lt;br /&gt;没有蛮牛活力也会出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小夫妻 我的福气&lt;br /&gt;这辈子可以让我爱上了你&lt;br /&gt;这一路 有时晴 有时雨 都没有关系&lt;br /&gt;我们的真心超过钻石对爱的定义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小夫妻 永不放弃&lt;br /&gt;默契是最富有的一种储蓄&lt;br /&gt;赌气话 你一句 我一句 也觉得甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;多庆幸我们望著同样明天牵手 在努力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你今天玉米浓汤有一点咸&lt;br /&gt;你没送钻戒以后补我项鍊&lt;br /&gt;我的通通是你的没有期限&lt;br /&gt;存够钱我们逛地球一圈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意 这一生 这一世 呵护著你&lt;br /&gt;一直到 你当爷爷 你当奶奶 还是老夫老妻&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8324252263449043044?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8324252263449043044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8324252263449043044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8324252263449043044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8324252263449043044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_21.html' title='喜喜'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-7085947927944815981</id><published>2009-09-20T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:41:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maf = mutually assured fun (:</title><content type='html'>I ♥ MAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun omg. at first linying and i were very excited about the live bands, then the some of the singers turned out to be a bit er~ so we were like er~ too HAHA. =x but the songs were nice, so preambles turned out to be pretty enjoyable. OH and the history teacher (i forgot his name again :p) was super entertaining. linying described him as 放荡, which i thought was an understatement x))) there was this part he actually sat down and sang lovingly to mrs foo. damn funny! omg i love his performance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan chu and my bubble-blowing skills are completely non-existent! we failed like one million times. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SODAche rocked my toes! ok never mind the cheers part. i simply loved the song and dance sessions! linying and i let our hair down so it kept getting pulled unintentionally when we (what's that action called?) put our arms over each other's shoulders. super painful but damn funny at the same time (: other than that, the lyrics of the songs really struck a chord in me. we've sung them time and again but they're so meaningful i can't help it. i seriously 被感动到. and seeing the seniors all come back and sing their hearts out only serves in supplement that swelling emotion. aw. if nostalgia had a taste, it's bittersweet isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pleasantly surprised that i knew the mass dances quite well, and linying managed to do her spins! yayys (: maybe being an audio learner does help, cos names of the next few steps kept resounding in my head before the dance i/cs even mentioned it :p so i could anticipate and dance along rather comfortably, even though i've no dancing talent to speak of. ok at least the guy's part. think i'll have difficulties orientating myself if i'm to dance the girl's part now. :p then wan chu and i were especially high after that, we couldn't stop bouncing around. two of us actually went to join in the mass dance after the celebrations have ended and only realised that it was the council dance after we did, say 3 weird and unfamiliar moves?? super embarrassing! hopefully no one saw us! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jumpshots! i can't find my usb port argh. forget it. aiya i shall just kope from yifei first, then wait for others to upload :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBzr6USI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hslitZBqn90/s1600-h/9723_157989806514_785616514_3544564_6360978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383462947831566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBzr6USI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hslitZBqn90/s320/9723_157989806514_785616514_3544564_6360978_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i ♥ us &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383462956232214514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnCS-yB_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pd_Slcj6uiE/s320/9723_157989816514_785616514_3544566_5948964_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wan chu is the only one jumping! she's super cute like that omg :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBtUzSwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i13nt_gdem4/s1600-h/9723_157989791514_785616514_3544562_5328268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383462946124024578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBtUzSwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i13nt_gdem4/s320/9723_157989791514_785616514_3544562_5328268_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bee and ly. i can't help thinking that this looks like some movie or drama advert :p it looks so comical ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBLoYnVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-UeE7kN8Lyw/s1600-h/9723_157989776514_785616514_3544559_2996872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383462937079356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBLoYnVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-UeE7kN8Lyw/s320/9723_157989776514_785616514_3544559_2996872_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnApXY6iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KtaBp-VLLG0/s1600-h/9723_157989771514_785616514_3544558_3154631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383462927881267746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnApXY6iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KtaBp-VLLG0/s320/9723_157989771514_785616514_3544558_3154631_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally one good one! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i want maf again. it's sad that my unreasonably early curfew disallowed us from having a class outing at island creamery after the celebrations. i didn't manage to reach home in time in the end anyway -.- but i'm really glad i stood my ground and am contented that i was there for the most part (: yes, thank you vanessa for encouraging me to!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;想笑却又哭出来的冲动&lt;/p&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/11664078-7085947927944815981?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/7085947927944815981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=7085947927944815981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7085947927944815981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/7085947927944815981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/maf-mutually-assured-fun.html' title='maf = mutually assured fun (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZzEzOvSZBKA/SrXnBzr6USI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hslitZBqn90/s72-c/9723_157989806514_785616514_3544564_6360978_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6711075086630390825</id><published>2009-09-18T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:10:49.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is the only roller coaster where i don't look forward to the dive</title><content type='html'>wrestling was fun (: the girls were supposed to pull the guys out of their rigid ring using their legs. then claudia and i backed out at the last minute when we saw those hairy legs and went "EEYER" super loudly. it was hilarious but very mean at the same time. i hope he wasn't too hurt, whoever he is lol. i don't remember pulling dewei but he said i did. so i think i did. LOL. anyway, he was especially funny cos so many ppl targetted him and he was practically hanging on for his dear life! HAHAHA. we were totally in laughing fits omg. chengyan, be careful where you put that karate-chop mann! i don't want to die yet! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranium was really fun today as well! mrs tan is cute (: i didn't matthew could draw so well! kudos! (: and dewei and yit khai were the two jokers who always had to scissors-paper-stone to decide who should act. joleen was really funny too! i couldn't even make out what she was doing and then jiaqi somehow managed to guess that she was acting as charlie chaplin. same with elizabeth with her "die" hand sign that turned out to represent the hook of Captain Hook! hannah was really pro at spelling backwards. i could barely get the spelling right forwards, let alone the reverse! OH but i managed to spell aqueduct, which was a miracle. kaiyun was so excited when that question was posed to me because she presented on it during gp lesson. but the problem was, i don't pay attention for gp. paiseh! =x a lot more unbelieveable stuff happened but i won't go on or else i won't finish till tomorrow morning! x) it'll be more fun if bee and wc were there. i want to see bee act! she'll seriously induce a lot of laughter! (: and wc's face will go red HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i'm discarding my study plans for today yet again. i've been staying online for prolonged periods. i'm not even watching my favourtie tv shows. time just slips past my fingers when i'm at home. just what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i scared you this morning. my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride. where the destination is obscure. i'm struggling to keep it up there but i can't help feeling down at times. but then again, what is a roller coaster without its peaks and dips? i need to disembark from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station master, give me a clear signal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6711075086630390825?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6711075086630390825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6711075086630390825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6711075086630390825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6711075086630390825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-only-roller-coaster-where-i.html' title='life is the only roller coaster where i don&apos;t look forward to the dive'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1229809348769643051</id><published>2009-09-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:01:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's gonna be a butterfly</title><content type='html'>actually there's nothing very much that i want to write about, lest it triggers off all my emotional alarms again. today was rather productive: i managed to collect myself and ease back into the full-of-crap and laughy mood. plus i did some work, so i'm happy. ((: OH the halogenoalkanes tutorial was tough. it made us rack our brains so hard i was too tired to do any intensive mugging after that, but it was quite fun. especially the last question on the reaction schemes. it's really interesting trying to come up with different possibilities and manipulate the pathways. because some were quite stupid :p but on further thought, they turned out to be pretty feasible. HAHA so fun (: yifei was drawing out the full stereochemistry of all the compounds on the first page. and he said it was fun too! LOL. heh don't you simply love chem? i can spend hours exploring unneccessary stuff x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to like work. it takes my mind off so many stuff. like what fann wong said (i just watched her wedding series :p): 少一份期待，就少一些伤害。(especially for whatever D:) alright i shall focus my attention on work for now. it makes me feel so much more fulfilled(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why are you here? you should be studying. ok i should too. so we're quits HAHA =x i love my new phone wallpaper. it looks something like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it doesn't really work, since i'm still here. but nonetheless, a good start, ain't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're still groving around for motivation, here's some. in reality, some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen. be the one that makes it happen. seriously, nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent. more than often, it's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not. so in order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need some inspirational songs? i'd recommend "that girl" by lindsay lohan. oh and my all-time favourite kenji song. ok it doesn't fit into the context of this post but i really like the context it's set in (:&lt;br /&gt;一分鐘唱阿杜的聲音　&lt;br /&gt;就算花心　你都會變癡情&lt;br /&gt;你不在　我學誰飆高音　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰倫的歌一唱　大家都開心&lt;br /&gt;劉德華　愈唱會愈傷心　&lt;br /&gt;不如來首　One Night in北京&lt;br /&gt;這些只是凡人的歌曲　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只不過想唱歌給你聽　&lt;br /&gt;用我的聲音　一首歌　&lt;br /&gt;只是希望你能聽得進去　&lt;br /&gt;我只不過想唱歌給你聽　&lt;br /&gt;誰給我回應　拍拍手　&lt;br /&gt;切歌之後　下一個繼續　&lt;br /&gt;才發現　我不是陳奕迅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唱阿杜　唱到沙啞沒力　&lt;br /&gt;費玉清　你家人最愛聽&lt;br /&gt;我可以做你的點唱機　&lt;br /&gt;只是希望你說一句　i believe　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只想告訴你 babe~~&lt;br /&gt;我只不過想唱歌給你聽　&lt;br /&gt;用盡我全力一首歌　&lt;br /&gt;只是希望能夠讓你動心&lt;br /&gt;我只不過想唱歌給你聽　&lt;br /&gt;就算沒回應沒關係　&lt;br /&gt;我會唱完這最後一句&lt;br /&gt;我知道　我不是陳奕迅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的名字叫做　_ _ _&lt;br /&gt;fill in your own name lol. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't need a high iq&lt;br /&gt;to succeed in what you do;&lt;br /&gt;you just wanna have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;just believe. in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, if you think you can, you can. if you think you can't, you're most probably right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1229809348769643051?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1229809348769643051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1229809348769643051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1229809348769643051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1229809348769643051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-nothing-in-caterpillar-that.html' title='there&apos;s nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it&apos;s gonna be a butterfly'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1162058093328134864</id><published>2009-09-16T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:36:40.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>null hypothesis</title><content type='html'>i know not from when i got sick of being a normal schoolgirl; when i became increasingly unsatisfied with remaining status quo; when i stopped believing that the student's only obligation is to excel in his studies. instead, i believed i was meant for more; i wasn't sure what, just the privilege to partake in bigger things that others my age don't get a chance to. was it when i stepped into scgs and discovered a whole new sphere, that is in total contrast with the world i knew so well? or was it when i dorned the red silk uniform of my first part-time job? or did it happen earlier, when i first assumed independence over myself while my mother was hospitalised? or have i always held this belief, but have only been able to comprehend it at a much later age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the cause, it's unmistakeable that i started shouldering more responsibilities. i took pride in earning my own keep, and derived gratification from being able to juggle numerous commitments, whether academic-wise, numerous leisure activities, new interests as well as spending time and being a joy to my family and friends, not forgetting granting myself some personal space from time to time. looking back, i was surprised at how much i matured over these years. it wasn't long before i convinced myself that i've indeed grown up; that i've achieved a lot more than most of my peers and am living a full life like a fledged young adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however strongly i held my belief, all of which shattered when my world came crashing down on me. my so-called perfect life; all was naught. the distress, which accompanies the realisation that i'm not that much in control of my life as i believed i was, only served to aggravate my despair. despondency was definitely an understatement of my plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately enough, i still have you guys. ((: bee and her entertaining account on new huangcheng plots; wan chu and her blur ways; van and all her uplifting encouragement. you guys were such dears. all that frolicking and romping about after school today really did brighten up my day, and made me realise that i could actually feel very much satisfied just being a normal schoolgirl. 踏破铁鞋无觅处，得来全不费工夫. all that fulfillment that i've been looking for was actually so easily achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the worst thing that can happen, is not to discover that one has entered the wrong expressway, but to find out and lack the will to make an exit and re-embark a new one. "taking things in my own stride" has largely been re-defined now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i ruined all our mugging plans today. i love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is &lt;strong&gt;REALLY CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;想不通世上蔬菜千千万种&lt;br /&gt;偏偏我怎么却爱上洋葱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;伤口在咚咚咚&lt;/strong&gt;敲不醒的梦&lt;br /&gt;偏偏爱上洋葱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. - stowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1162058093328134864?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1162058093328134864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1162058093328134864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1162058093328134864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1162058093328134864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/null-hypothesis.html' title='null hypothesis'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5975938263225650469</id><published>2009-09-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:21:20.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god knows</title><content type='html'>i think i've overused the word unbelieveable these two days, but the turn of events occurred in such a way that i'm unable to comprehend. just saturday night i was annoyed with how i burnt the holidays; having done almost nothing meaningful, other than indulging myself in excesses of all kinds of life's pleasures including food, games, tv, shopping, blogging, reading, etc. well, i don't mean i should be mugging my life away. but at least knock some meaning into it, by learning something new. i've always wanted to brush up my japanese so that i won't be such an embarrassment. i think that's called making good use of one's time isn't it? (: now why didn't i do it? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i enjoyed my last day of the september holidays thoroughly. thanks dude (: final destination kind of grossed me out. i like horror but it was a little too gruesome for my taste. it's a new experience though! i've never watched any so far into this genre before ((: can we go for something more scary rather than gory next time? haha! OH yes pardon me for all my unglam-ness. i totally embarrassed myself in the cinema yesterday. like omg. spitting my popcorn at the sudden sound. sorry person-in-front! you should be glad i wasn't drinking though!! HAHA! :p yayys i want more outings (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i astonished myself by completing arenes in school just now! the new schol term seriously started with a blast! i should so continue my new-found discipline but i'm excited to tell the whole world about this first! ok i'm excited about everything now. even promos! HAHA. i feel so much more settled down now and at ease. and am really surprised that my mum actually approved of what i'm doing for once. my worries were unduly mann. i know not whether bliss is the word to describe life now. i seem to have gotten all that i can wish for overnight. but then i fear that it won't be long before i start yearning for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must remember this:&lt;br /&gt;天上的星星笑地上的人&lt;br /&gt;总是不能懂不能知道足够&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine the stars grinning smugly. omg so cute! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm in love with the haruhi series!! nooooo, must resist till after promos! x)&lt;br /&gt;那天你和我 那个山丘&lt;br /&gt;那样唱着 那一年的歌&lt;br /&gt;那样的回忆 那么足够&lt;br /&gt;足够我天天都品尝着寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows what tomorrow will bring.&lt;br /&gt;stay positive guys! let's jia you together! chiong ah! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5975938263225650469?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5975938263225650469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5975938263225650469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5975938263225650469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5975938263225650469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-knows.html' title='god knows'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8467970775265550823</id><published>2009-09-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:23:56.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can smile at the old days</title><content type='html'>saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we discovered that the sportslink at amk is actually damn big! i won't say the stuff were dirt-cheap, but the storewide sale definitely lowered the prices quite a bit and made them very appealing! well, for the sports shoes at least, since we were targeting sports shoes that day. plus the variety was just humongously big. i was totally spoilt for choices! i got really confused and seriously didn't know what to get :p but i bought one pair that i thought looked quite cool. yayys ((: OH and we stood at the counter for a very long time, arguing whether i should i get a nike water bottle! super hilarious omg! xP didn't get one in the end. but all our weirdly thwarted arguements were really funny! i think i made a fool of myself by laughing too loud... &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&lt; shall go back there to shop next time. hopefully they don't remember me!!! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched 2 getais that day! imba aren't we? (: and met 3 aunts by coincidence. we didn't even arrange to meet! and somehow we chose the same getai on the same day and arrived at the same spot at the same time and managed to spot one another when we weren't even looking for one another out of the crowds! can you imagine that? i can only attribute this to fate. haha! can't think of a more scientific explanation. i think we should maintain more of these traditions, and i'm not trying to advocate my pw project lol. because it's really a great opportunity for families and friends to gather together and catch up with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the times my mum and dad will bring me to getai when i was younger. and i think i enjoyed them, though i didn't really understand what was happening. i still don't exactly know. but the experience is pretty pleasant. i guess i just love songs. and the gossips we make just enhances the performance haha! ahh this brings back so much memories omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song always comes to mind when i reflect on the past. love stephanie sun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;孙燕姿 我怀念的&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我問為什麼　那女孩傳簡訊給我　&lt;br /&gt;而你為什麼　不解釋　低著頭沉默&lt;br /&gt;我該相信你很愛我　不願意敷衍我　&lt;br /&gt;還是明白你已不想挽回什麼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想問為什麼　我不再是你的快樂　&lt;br /&gt;可是為什麼　卻苦笑說我都懂了　&lt;br /&gt;自尊常常將人拖著 把愛都走曲折　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;假裝瞭解是怕　真相太赤裸裸　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;狼狽比失去難受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懷念的是無話不說　我懷念的是一起做夢　&lt;br /&gt;我懷念的是爭吵以後　還是想要愛你的衝動　&lt;br /&gt;我記得那年生日　也記得那一首歌　&lt;br /&gt;記得那片星空 最緊的右手 最暖的胸口　&lt;br /&gt;(誰記得)　誰忘了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懷念的是無言感動　我懷念的是絕對熾熱&lt;br /&gt;我懷念的是你很激動　求我原諒抱得我都痛&lt;br /&gt;我記得你在背後　我記得我顫抖著&lt;br /&gt;記得感覺洶湧　最美的煙火　最長的相擁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰愛的太自由　誰過頭太遠了　&lt;br /&gt;誰要走我的心　誰忘了那就是承諾&lt;br /&gt;誰自顧自地走　誰忘了跟著我　&lt;br /&gt;誰讓愛變沉重　誰忘了要給你溫柔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(我懷念的)　我還有想要愛你的衝動&lt;br /&gt;我記得那年生日　也記得那一首歌&lt;br /&gt;記得那片星空　最緊的右手　最暖的胸口&lt;br /&gt;我放手　我讓座　假灑脫　誰懂我多麼不捨得&lt;br /&gt;太愛了　所以我　沒有哭　沒有說&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the memory live again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8467970775265550823?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8467970775265550823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8467970775265550823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8467970775265550823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8467970775265550823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-smile-at-old-days.html' title='I can smile at the old days'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-650657655840158870</id><published>2009-09-11T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:02:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you just love the number 3?</title><content type='html'>thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright stop saying that i'm omitting you, you and you! i shall try okay. can't avoid at all actually if i want to put up a post about today! HAHA there's just so much that we can't announce to the whole wide world. how do i provide a full picture at that? heh heh =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNXI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said all the mushy things to you in person today, so i shall spare others of goosebumps :p still can't believe i actually could bring myself to say all that omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, zhuo-enn and i analysed a whole lot of card tricks today, trying to decide which will impress yunxi more. HAHA aren't you touched? x) yup and my throat seriously wasn't kind to me. so it was damn hilarious when i had to mime out the whole performance. and all of them deliberately misread whatever i meant. especially zhuo-enn, he purposely misled yunxi and zhiyan when they wanted to follow the trick! when he knew exactly how to perform the card trick (since we are referring to the same book lol!). so annoying! but i still managed to perfect the 21 cards and the pairing trick and make their jaws drop. HEH! ego plus 10 ((: then he tried to do the trick whereby the magician seems to vomit out the cards, and got the cards stained with his saliva when he tried to make it look real. gross. :/ but it was fun! x) i want. again again! (quote matthew. from teletubbies) HAHA! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then zhuo-enn completely owned us with his fast bowing on the violin and zhiyan with his high-pitched voice. no fair, why are we always competing over the same things?! and of all days you want me to sing when i can't even talk x( alright let's find something else to pwn the double z's next time round, yunxi! we'll knock them out and make them go zzzzzz. hahahaha ok lame :pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran out of water after shouting so much (not me, for once :p) but i downed a lot of water too to ease the drought in my throat. :/ so we boiled more water. i completely forgot that dad just changed the pipe at the kitchen sink early this morning. then when we took a sip of the newly-boiled water, all of us spat it out. it tasted so strongly of pvc, we felt like we were drinking some reagent in the chem lab. yucks. but we badly needed water. i can't take soda because my cough is killing me too. hate being sick. :// zhiyan suggested getting mineral water from seven 11, and zhuo-enn wanted to open the tap and let the water run until there's no more smell lol! in the end, we just took water from the toilet sink and boiled it. HAHA innovation at its best mann! yunxi was quite disgusted at the thought of it at first. but we managed to persuade her that it's safe to drink. anyway, both come directly from the same source don't they? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game of life was disastrous. i don't know why we even chose to play that when we had monopoly and who's the richest and guess who and cluedo. omg so many more choices! zhuo-enn was the high-flyer. doctor and whenever he passes his pay day, the numbers added to his balance just makes us so envious!! lucky bloke, reached retirement before most of us are halfway through... life! HAHA! OH and zhuo-enn changed jobs 3 times: lawyer-engineer-designer. how can anyone manage 3 incongruent professional jobs in a lifetime mann? then again, this madman may be able to! lol! then i cannot stop hitting twins or baby boy or baby girl. and they kept making inferences. like whatever! :p yunxi totally couldn't focus on the game, cos she was on the phone the whole time. so scandalous!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, zhiyan and zhuo-enn left for i also don't know what. some guy stuff lol. yunxi stayed for me and we gossiped like nobody's business :ppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang this song like one million times! super high today omg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;徐佳莹 喔伊细&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我轻飘飘的 跳进眼前的爱河&lt;br /&gt;身边漫游的过客 比不上你手中的可乐&lt;br /&gt;他们说记得加油呢 要带着喔伊细的礼盒&lt;br /&gt;装满幸福的饱嗝 霸占空气 不好意思了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听我说亲爱亲爱的 我跳进眼前的爱河&lt;br /&gt;身边漫游的过客 都要祝你&lt;strong&gt;生日快乐 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说记得加油呢 要带着喔伊细的礼盒&lt;br /&gt;装满幸福的饱嗝 不好意思了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still humming it HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh i realised i like to post 3 times at a go. another THREE!&lt;br /&gt;love you three. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-650657655840158870?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/650657655840158870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=650657655840158870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/650657655840158870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/650657655840158870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-you-just-love-number-3.html' title='don&apos;t you just love the number 3?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4410766606527635570</id><published>2009-09-11T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:39:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>objection overruled!</title><content type='html'>wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia, linying and i went to macs after gp. it was damn hilarious! we crapped a lot about future future stuff (: and linying was super defensive of her future husband, as if she already has one. super funny la. omg. and she never got down to a decision to her bet of who will get attached first. loser :ppp then we started mapping out her future like some idol drama HAHA! so fun! (: (: other stuff *censored* (girls' talk) x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should crash each other's houses more often (: actually there're so many other things i want to do. time, can you slow down a little. i can't catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;锁住时间 S.H.E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是桃花染紅等待的臉&lt;br /&gt;是鴛鴦弄皺三月的湖水&lt;br /&gt;是春風圍繞 把我們圈在裡面&lt;br /&gt;思緒飛舞成蝴蝶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一並肩哪裡都像花園&lt;br /&gt;一牽手做每件事都像慶典&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;一談心聊天 走進另一個世界&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有夢 就會實現&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鎖住 時間 讓感動蔓延&lt;br /&gt;你的 手心 許著盟約&lt;br /&gt;Oh 一起鎖住 時間 留更多紀念&lt;br /&gt;最愛 剪貼 屬於我們 的細節&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在不能見時種下思念&lt;br /&gt;任思念開花結果長成眷戀&lt;br /&gt;將眷戀串成 獨一無二的項鍊&lt;br /&gt;吻在 你的胸前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我確定這次不會一眨眼&lt;br /&gt;快樂就剩下照片 幸福就剩下懷念&lt;br /&gt;我聽到真心碰到真心的瞬間&lt;br /&gt;發出了清脆鈴聲 像音樂美得人落淚&lt;br /&gt;說一句肺腑之言讓天聽見&lt;br /&gt;做一件無怨無悔的事讓天看見&lt;br /&gt;會不會天就忘了轉動時間&lt;br /&gt;看著我們的故事嫉妒又讚美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;s.h.e. is in threes;&lt;br /&gt;f.i.r. is in threes.&lt;br /&gt;you can't run away from the three sizes: large, medium, small;&lt;br /&gt;and three pitches: high, medium, low.&lt;br /&gt;chinese checkers is played in threes;&lt;br /&gt;the general is confined within his 3x3 box in chinese chess.&lt;br /&gt;musketeers come in threes;&lt;br /&gt;cos three little pigs are only protected from the wolf when they reunited in the brick house.&lt;br /&gt;when in doubt, choose C, the third option in an MCQ;&lt;br /&gt;most people score best in oral, paper 3.&lt;br /&gt;three is a lucky number in Chinese;&lt;br /&gt;so three-leaf clovers are abundant.&lt;br /&gt;people often say that 三个臭皮匠，赛过一个诸葛亮;&lt;br /&gt;to this even confucius agrees when 子曰：“三人行，必有我师焉。”&lt;br /&gt;三根毛was the trademark of 三毛;&lt;br /&gt;even &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; put out three fingers to say ok!&lt;br /&gt;now what reason do you have to go against threesomes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;ok i feel much better after venting ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4410766606527635570?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4410766606527635570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4410766606527635570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4410766606527635570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4410766606527635570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/objection-overruled.html' title='objection overruled!'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-8632119806361941439</id><published>2009-09-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:20:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me a gimbo (:</title><content type='html'>tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING TOUR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around thomson, bishan and toa payoh woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail the world for shopping centres HAHAHA! i think these are the exact words that shopaholics will say aren't they? (: i'm more like a window-shopaholic. seriously love strolling around those big malls all day, just examining the merchandises and marvelling at how good they look and feel (: and actually i'm quite apprehensive when it comes to laying down the money to buy an item, because many a times, these stuff just lose their glamour once they come into your possession don't they? ok maybe the effect is not so immediate. i'm not that fickle! :p it's like if things come too easily, you'll often take them for granted and you'll overlook them somehow. the grass is always greener over the other side. oh well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomson plaza gave me the most  is the perfect epitomy of the incongruency between past and present mann. couldn't help raising my eyebrows at shops with super old designs like obiang flickering lights that are falling apart in this newly renovated, rather modern-looking building. i got smacked one million times on the head because my mum thought i was rude but i seriously couldn't help it. the mismatch is just too jarring. it's time to make the change a little more complete? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was rather pleased brunch at han's. haha! i'm quite amazed at how it feels different at every outlet, like the oriental ambience at the one in park mall and the western kind in novena square, but it feels good ((: that at thomson, i would say, is a fusion? although the smell of chinese ginger in spaghetti was way overboard. i really couldn't take it but my mum loves ginger. lucky. :p so i took her fish n chips. and it somehow tastes different in a different atmosphere. coolios. (: i so shouldn't be eating fried food. omg :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch ge tai. hao4 hao4 made up as a girl and pretended to be his sister hao4 lian4. LOL! but i think he's good at mc-ing (: even my dad decided to stay on after haohao appeared on stage, when he was itching to go home before that. HAHA ((: quite surprised that i knew most of the songs and could sing along with my mum because they largely came from yi4 nan2 wang4 and ai4. these taiwanese drama serials are like hot favourites now (: and so even ge tai songs follow trends too! i thought they will always play the old songs because it's part of the tradition lol. i opened my eyes to new things today, so yayys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh wish every day can be like that. i love holidays, though i'm sick =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;冻结 林俊傑&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不小心回到那一天 不小心一切又重演&lt;br /&gt;你如此完美的一切 竟会出现在我的世界&lt;br /&gt;你说话不爱说第二遍 但偏在情人节那一夜&lt;br /&gt;给我你心爱的项链 说了三次对我的爱恋&lt;br /&gt;我那时糊涂 不明白为何你会哭&lt;br /&gt;后知后觉以后 领悟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冻结那时间 冻结初遇那一天&lt;br /&gt;冻结那爱恋 冻结吻你那瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我也会疲倦&lt;br /&gt;你的项链 在我身边 带我穿梭回从前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冻结那空间 冻结有你的世界&lt;br /&gt;冻结那画面 冻结不让它溶解&lt;br /&gt;我若是疲倦&lt;br /&gt;你的项链 在我身边 发光在我胸前&lt;br /&gt;你的项链 在我身边 陪伴著我过每一天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-8632119806361941439?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/8632119806361941439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=8632119806361941439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8632119806361941439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/8632119806361941439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-me-gimbo.html' title='call me a gimbo (:'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-4033719244196113790</id><published>2009-09-09T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:34:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are friends for?</title><content type='html'>uh... ok i shan't post about today. today always seems too close to my heart, even if it is past 12 midnight lol. :p i've no idea why. sometimes even yesterday does. i just need time for things to set in; to realise that, yes, these have happened. funny how my mind works. but yea. maybe tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was thinking that, actually, whether our close friends leave the country or not, it does not really matter. because truth is, as we proceed to, say, another institution or another company within the nation, we'll still be going separate ways; we still go on with life, because we have to, because we just will. yes, we do keep in touch, we meet up frequently, and we try to catch up with each other as often as possible. but in reality, we all know that no matter how hard we try, how much effort we put in to maintain the friendship, we will never be the same again. we still cajole, pour out all our silly moments, never minding about a fool of ourselves in front of each other. but still, it isn't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we have taken a foot out of each other's life; there'll be things that you find that you can only tell your new friends, because your "old" friends just won't understand your woes if taken out of context. because we grow old; when 1 year makes a big difference, when we are unable to understand the disparity between our friendships now and then, we look back and realised that the relationship hasn't changed, but we have, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;bff. best friends forever. best buddies forever. bosom sisters. or just friends forever. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all a facade. a self-deceiving way to reassure ourselves of supposedly ever-lasting relationships. i'm not saying that it'll never happen. examples of sweet "forever" relationships are aplenty. but i just find it a joke, because we never know what the future holds and should never make promises that we most likely will not be able to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how some people are unable to make new close friends when they enter a new environment, because they believe that "old" friends are sufficient. but friends are not food; sufficiency isn't what we are looking for. and i'm not referring to one's popularity. friends come in plural; it is a two-way thing. friends are not there to feed our boredom. rather, friends are there just for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. set aside your insecurities. it's time to show some sincerity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;周華健 朋友&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這些年 一個人 風也過 雨也走&lt;br /&gt;有過淚 有過錯 還記得堅持什麼&lt;br /&gt;真愛過 才會懂 會寂寞 會回首&lt;br /&gt;終有夢 終有你 在心中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友一生一起走 那些日子不再有&lt;br /&gt;一句話 一輩子 一生情 一杯酒&lt;br /&gt;朋友不曾孤單過 一聲朋友你會懂&lt;br /&gt;還有傷 還有痛 還要走 &lt;strong&gt;還有我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still love you, my friends. &lt;/strong&gt;forgive me when i find it hard to say "forever". because it's just hard to fathom what we'll all turn out to be like in this "forever".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-4033719244196113790?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/4033719244196113790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=4033719244196113790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4033719244196113790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/4033719244196113790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/replacing-insecurity-with-sincerity.html' title='what are friends for?'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5052914812187075161</id><published>2009-09-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:28:01.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning to spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R</title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning was quite hilarious. i was pretty much unsatisfied with the response to the class outing and jumped at ryan and yifei's request to drag the girls to the class outing. so i took one last resort to invite them to ryan's chalet. i should have expected, or rather i expected it but just refused to face reality, so i got slapped one last time in the face with 10 "NO"s flat. OUCH. not fully satisfied but utterly convinced that there's nothing more i can do about it. i'm not asking for another beating. aw give me some face next time mann. i'm so badly bruised and hurt. my ego seriously minus 100 now. :s and guys, i felt really bad talking so much about it and then me myself didn't turn up :/ send my apologies to frau heng too. omg. sorry my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with wan chu for our mugging date. it was disastrous, because we were mostly gossiping and treating my headache, sore throat and running nose, and transferring songs :p &lt;strong&gt;love you wan chu (:&lt;/strong&gt; OH YES i'm super proud of my playlist now. totally renewed it using wan chu's phone ((: i can safely say that i can listen to every song without being tempted to press the forward or next button, at least for the time being. cool hurh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with this song now. from mingzhong x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;半情歌- 元若藍 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;花 接受凋零 风 接受追寻&lt;br /&gt;心的伤还有一些&lt;br /&gt;不要紧 我接受你的决定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你将会被谁抱紧 唱什么歌哄他开心&lt;br /&gt;我想着天空什么时候会放晴&lt;br /&gt;地球不曾为谁停一停&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的明天 有多快乐 不是我的&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱是唱一半的歌&lt;br /&gt;时间把习惯换了 伤口愈合&lt;br /&gt;也撤销我再想你的资格&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的祝福 一半甜的 一半苦的&lt;br /&gt;像我手中冷掉的可可&lt;br /&gt;最最教人残念的总是未完成的&lt;br /&gt;我只能唱著 一半的歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only unfortunate part is that &lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T SING&lt;/strong&gt;. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually come to think about it, i won't be able to do anything with the guys even if i went to the chalet yesterday, because i am so freaking sick ://&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5052914812187075161?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5052914812187075161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5052914812187075161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5052914812187075161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5052914812187075161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/learning-to-spell-d-i-s-s-t-e-r.html' title='learning to spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5935983388334331763</id><published>2009-09-08T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:56:06.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trash globalisation</title><content type='html'>sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sent mitali off at the airport. i must say that when all 4 of us stood there behind the glass, along with her uncle, and watched her father and her have their passports checked. it seriously felt like a replay of what happened when she migrated, say, 2 years ago? but the sadness was no less than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe globalisation isn't that good after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5935983388334331763?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5935983388334331763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5935983388334331763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5935983388334331763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5935983388334331763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/trash-globalisation.html' title='trash globalisation'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6470879882855673492</id><published>2009-09-07T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:50:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when silliness becomes a hindrance</title><content type='html'>saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with my mum and aunt at vivo! haha it's well out of my means to afford any of those big brands but window-shopping was equally satisfying! my mum kept calling me a silly girl, and that i should only come when i've the cash next time. my aunt bought a dress from daniel yang's at tangs. beautiful velvet black. ah i guess my mum felt quite bad when i gooed and gaaed over all those amazingly nice clothes at river island and seriously looked like i would purchase the whole shop if i had the money. :p haha it's ok mum, getting to touch those clothes is good enough. yayy i'm happy, just thinking about it HAHA (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we took a new route to vivo, via circle line to serangoon, then the purple line (what is it called? :p) to harbourfront. the window of the train was so curved it made us look so elongated and scary. seriously, you know the scream movie 1 to 4? yea that was what i thought we looked like. i got a shock and didn't dare to look at my own reflection for a while. haha so silly. omg. OH YES we alighted at harbourfront, just in time to catch a boy vomit on a little girl's head. it was super gross. all that pink stuff, i wonder what he ate :s poor girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad that i didn't get to take a photo of the word "serangoon" on the sleek black benches, because there were people sitting on them. it's much nicer than the word "bishan" or "bartley" because it is longer and fills up the bench nicely. ahh i don't care that shall be my next goal when i step into serangoon again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the colourful scarf i bought? argued with my mum for so long but she let me have it in the end. thanks mum! maybe i should wear it today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded. silly. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;傻瓜 温岚 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实他做的坏事我们都懂&lt;br /&gt;没有什么不同&lt;br /&gt;眼光闪烁 暧昧流动&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼当作听说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实别人的招数我们都懂&lt;br /&gt;没有什么不同&lt;br /&gt;故作软弱 撒娇害羞&lt;br /&gt;只是有一点别扭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻瓜也许单纯地多&lt;br /&gt;爱得没那么做作&lt;br /&gt;爱上了 我不保留&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻瓜 我们都一样&lt;br /&gt;被爱情伤了又伤&lt;br /&gt;相信这个他不一样&lt;br /&gt;却又再一次受伤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻瓜 我们都一样&lt;br /&gt;受了伤却不投降&lt;br /&gt;相信付出会有代价&lt;br /&gt;代价只是一句傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to do. honestly, you always make me feel like a 傻瓜 in front of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-827929929542370131</id><published>2009-09-05T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:44:38.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mentalism</title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me realise i need to be a little more hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;相爱后动物感伤 A Mei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一隻哀伤的猫　倚着铁窗舔着打架后的伤&lt;br /&gt;一张白色床单　皱成一团不知所云的凌乱&lt;br /&gt;谁的烟头　儘管嚣张　扩散理不乱还乱的贪婪&lt;br /&gt;谁撑的伞　一点温暖　究竟是天堂还是苦难&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在悬崖的顶端　时间总是过得比时钟还慢&lt;br /&gt;一旦汗被风乾　包着皮肤一层隐形的惆怅&lt;br /&gt;谁的情感　无法张扬　谁在陌生的房故作勇敢&lt;br /&gt;谁在夜晚　害怕腐烂　任呼吸突然变得野蛮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先爱吧　霸佔一副肩膀　挡掉一点遗憾&lt;br /&gt;先爱吧　啃噬一双翅膀　多熬过一季黑暗&lt;br /&gt;先爱吧　动物不都这样　一旦欲求不满&lt;br /&gt;先爱吧　之后感伤　之后再算　&lt;br /&gt;之后感伤　之后再算&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是要一点胆量　还是真的要对生活感到烦&lt;br /&gt;天台望下的窗　又有那扇抱着满足的梦乡&lt;br /&gt;谁的情感　无法张扬　谁在陌生的房故作勇敢&lt;br /&gt;谁在夜晚　害怕腐烂　任呼吸突然变得野蛮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this song will never stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;学阿妹 找个&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;分生&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-827929929542370131?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/827929929542370131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=827929929542370131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/827929929542370131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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just won't let you have everything. but the trade-offs are decent, so i have no reason to grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is only times like these that i realise and actually treasure what i have; fleeting moments where i feel grateful for all that you have given me, all that you have done and shaped me to become what i am today. i seriously need to learn to be a little more thankful for each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes there's this story. you may have heard it before but i shall tell it again, because it's just so inspiring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there was a king and his advisor, and they were best buddies. but this advisor had a weird habit of saying "that's good" to everything, no matter how bad the situation is. and it really gets on the king's nerves sometimes. on one of their annual hunting trips, the king opened fire and blew off his own thumb by accident. to his horror, the advisor smiled and said "that's good". so he sent his buddy to jail in a fit of anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the following year, the king went hunting again and was captured by a bunch of cannibals. they were about to boil him when one of the cannibals pointed out that the king is missing a thumb and that they do not eat people who are not whole. so the king escaped death and was allowed to return to his palace. he visited his buddy and apologised profusely for sending him to jail, because the advisor was right; it was good that he lost his thumb, or he couldn't have lived to see his best friend again. to his utter surprise, the advisor was not in a bit resentful. and instead, said "that's good". "how can you say that it's good? you've been put in gaol for nothing for a year!" the king was exasperated. "well, if you hadn't put me in jail, i'd have been with you when you were captured by the cannibals!" HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;rock on. and stay optimistic, people. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon zhiyan. but be glad you get to your macbook when others scribble frantically in the lt!! HAHA! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-674836170278155408?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/674836170278155408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=674836170278155408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/674836170278155408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/674836170278155408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-over-four-leaf-clover.html' title='looking over a four-leaf clover'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-5103961763535986553</id><published>2009-09-05T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:12:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world champ dreamer</title><content type='html'>i'm giving really belated posts. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to do work. but i sat down at my desk, and suddenly had the conviction to cut my hair. it was seriously super dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (slams down the pen) mum, i want to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;mum: tomorrow la.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;me: i want to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;mum: tomorrow dear.&lt;br /&gt;(pause longer)&lt;br /&gt;me: (take out scissors) aiya i cut myself la!&lt;br /&gt;mum: ok ok i call angie now omg. *shocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i kept dozing off while auntie angie was cutting my hair, and my mum was so appalled at my apathy towards my hair. i think auntie angie was scared she may accidentally cut wrongly and ruin the style, cos i was nodding off. sorry auntie :p anyway, my only request was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shorter. lighter hair.&lt;/span&gt; then she just snapped my fringe off. like omg. no time for regrets :O so my hair is at least 4 inches shorter now back and front. bye bye curtain fringe! and it turned out to be quite nice after she touched it up. love it. so, mission accomplished! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yunxi you almost got me into trouble tsk tsk :p be a bit more careful next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;when you look back and you won't believe;&lt;br /&gt;that girl was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-5103961763535986553?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/5103961763535986553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=5103961763535986553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5103961763535986553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/5103961763535986553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-champ-dreamer.html' title='world champ dreamer'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-1889956272557520954</id><published>2009-09-02T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:42:24.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just take my hand; hold it tight</title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when we were sitting in the sea of blue, and whistling and screaming our hearts out at our beloved teachers on stage. yet today, the familiar shrills came to us as a blow, a much unanticipated reminder that time has passed. most of us realised that 4sy wasn't exactly bonded. but we are glad we stuck together, the few of us; though dispersed into different schools, still beat as one heart. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll miss sc.&lt;/strong&gt; or more like, i miss the times we spoke from our hearts without qualms, never minding that we'd make a fool of ourselves on those grounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-1889956272557520954?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/1889956272557520954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=1889956272557520954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1889956272557520954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/1889956272557520954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-take-my-hand-hold-it-tight.html' title='just take my hand; hold it tight'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-2883594210945298261</id><published>2009-09-02T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:17:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simple pleasures of life</title><content type='html'>it's kind of weird, that i'm online so early on a schoolday. but come to think of it, it actually feels quite good. like a breath of fresh air. at least my mind is not as clouded as it increasingly becomes as the night inches closer. this is quite a nice way to self-meditate before commencing on work. i should try to come home early more often (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to wan chu's house to make the teachers' day cards, or rather, we slacked for the first half, ran into a million obstacles and then slowly got about doing them after 8pm. ended around 12midnight, needless to say :p though i left at 10 because my mum was fuming and she screamed me upside down when i reached home. ahh i really wanted to stay because it's so fun and see what our hard work will turn out to be like firsthand. aww. oh well. at least i was there for the most part ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather surprising that 5 guys turned up, as opposed to only 4 girls, and to think that we were the ones who initiated this lol. anyway, the other guys seriously have some sneaky up their sleeves. they kept locking themselves in the study and won't let us into what they are doing. even yifei barred from entering into the room, and he tried to hack and see what russell was plotting on wan chu's computer. and then, we saw ryan teaching yit khai (or was it dewei?) break dance, through that flourescent glass door of wan chu's. HAHA damn weird, it really makes us wonder what they are up to! heh heh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dewei recorded a piece on the electric piano and let russell pretend to play on it. the most hilarious thing was that, wan chu actually believed that russell was so pro and was totally in awe of him. omg to think that the piano belongs to her! HAHAHA. omg wan chu the ultimate little miss scatterbrain. so fitting x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm happy. it's that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-2883594210945298261?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/2883594210945298261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=2883594210945298261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2883594210945298261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/2883594210945298261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-pleasures-of-life.html' title='the simple pleasures of life'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11664078.post-6142948302929654773</id><published>2009-09-01T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:17:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恩</title><content type='html'>oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;they're about the only group of people i know, that can stay with a bunch of rowdy kids who are completely disinterested in the subject matter and ever-ready to pack up and scoot off, for a complete hour and patiently ensure that they learn and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you teachers. we love you. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11664078-6142948302929654773?l=livingerrata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/feeds/6142948302929654773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11664078&amp;postID=6142948302929654773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6142948302929654773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11664078/posts/default/6142948302929654773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingerrata.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='恩'/><author><name>xinying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04431019231369257366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
