<?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-6044302563535966540</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:29:07.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IGSW Public</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-4859681957985800276</id><published>2010-03-15T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:11:54.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver More Reactive Than Potassium (?!)</title><content type='html'>See this image first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/thoughimrealshy.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should have known by now that the comments highlighted are mine. This is a comment list of one of the Youtube videos for the K-Pop music video, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Go Crazy Because of You&lt;/span&gt;, by the girl-group T-ARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia was telling me that she likes that song, and then when I went to listen to it on Youtube, I was scrolling through some comments saying that the song sounds like a Britney Spears songs. Then subsequently I went to comment because I realised that some people are really idiots because they deny that the song is not Britney Spears-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very obvious it is la, hello! Okay, maybe if is just the music beat, then maybe it's pure co-incidence. But now, there are more than 1 similarity, and I don't believe it is all co-incidence anymore since there are multiple similarities. And these comparisons are from little to large:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song title. Britney Spears had a song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You Drive Me) Crazy&lt;/span&gt;. That T-ARA song is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Go Crazy Because of You&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I think this is a very minor similarity, it contributes to the overall fact that the song is kinda like, BS-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sample of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Womanizer&lt;/span&gt; in the song. This one I can 100% confirm because I've listened to Womanizer don't know how many hundred times since 2008, so I can easily recognize the sample, the same way how I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt; was very similar to Tainted Love the very first time I heard the song on TV. I didn't need to use earpieces to notice the sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music beat and the song structure resembles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If U Seek Amy&lt;/span&gt;. This one is also very obvious, and is the main reason why that T-ARA song is compared to Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the front part of the song, little bit like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circus&lt;/span&gt;. Only little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the concept of the music video. School girl(s) in the beginning, then break out in dancing, then it ends with the realisation that the whole thing is a daydream. Isn't that the 1999 music video, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Baby One More Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there are five similarities related to Britney Spears, I think only idiots will deny that the song is very "inspired" by Britney Spears la. And yet people can still deny. Facts are facts. But why people deny? Because they are too blinded by their idols and become over-defensive to the point that they ignore facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the girl-group's fault. Confirm is not they choose all these. Is the music writers and producers. Fair enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, someone went to comment that the song is not Britney Spears-related at all and that Britney Spears is a has-been. Which is again very stupid because as much as I do not like Britney Spears and will definitely support her long-time rival, the superb Christina Aguilera, it is not true that she a has-been what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of 2000 to 2009, the only person to have a song debut at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 who is not related to American Idol at all, is Britney Spears. And she did that only a few months ago when the decade was about to end eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I not happy that she did it and Christina Aguilera never did such a thing before, it's still a fact that she's succesful. And Britney Spears earn $25 million last year, the 2nd most for a celebrity under 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidat considered has-been meh? I would rather consider Mariah Carey a has-been even though I am a big MC fan, because now Mariah is struggling on the Billboard Hot 100. So a more appropriate use of "has-been" would be to describe Mariah Carey, not Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not biased at all. And yet there are a lot of people in this world, because blinded by their obsession with their idols, ignore facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying silver is more reactive than potassium because you like silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying Justin Bieber is more successful than Michael Jackson. I tell you, if you dare to say this to a Michael Jackson fan, you will definitely be killed, because there are millions of Michael Jackson fans in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I think T-ARA's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bo Peep Bo Peep&lt;/span&gt; is very very nice! Hahahahaha. See, even though I think that other song of theirs copied Britney Spears, I don't hate them. It's like, even though Eminem VS Mariah Carey with "The Warning" and "Obsessed", I still include "Lose Yourself" in my iPod because it's a nice track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like a lot of over-obsessed and blinded fans in this world. Never use brain ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a crap whether the song copied Britney Spears or Bull Shit or whoever. Copy means copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also think that Mariah Carey's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing O&lt;/span&gt; copied a K-Pop song which Felicia told me about. Even though I have all 12 MC studio albums and more than 190 Mariah Carey songs in my iPod, I still think her song copied a hook from a K-Pop song cause I'm not biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's teenagers around the world, can you all open your eye and see the facts or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person who made the "has-been" comment is from USA (according to Youtube page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; There's nothing wrong with the comment that that T-ARA song is nicer than Britney Spears songs because whether you like a song or not, it's subjective. Some people think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrella &lt;/span&gt;is nice, some people don't. Some people think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt; is nice, some people don't. Some people think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Gotta Feeling&lt;/span&gt; is nice, some people don't. Some people think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt; are nice, some people don't. So there's nothing wrong. There are no facts here to follow or deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-4859681957985800276?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/4859681957985800276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2010/03/silver-more-reactive-than-potassium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4859681957985800276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4859681957985800276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2010/03/silver-more-reactive-than-potassium.html' title='Silver More Reactive Than Potassium (?!)'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_thoughimrealshy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-6521191119079206175</id><published>2010-02-25T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:56:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Dear friends that I have yet to allow access to my private blog, I think it is only fair that I inform you that prior to recent events, I was about to launch a public blog with constant updates in the beginning of March 2010, which will become my central medium of blogging again, such as how you saw it in http://the-ignatius.blogspot.com and http://eggnachos.blogspot.com, both 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now postponing such a launch till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel comfortable feeding my words to the public eye. I have realised that since December 2008, and have closed Eggnachos because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed and grateful for being able to find trustworthy friends who deserve to read the text that I write. I am even more blessed to know that I receive support from people whom I have failed to recognize as deserving readers of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in this: You adjust to the world, or you make the world adjust to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a very generous, self-sacrificial person, hence my initiating my private blog on January 2009, I have made the world adjust to me. I have misunderstood the circumstances to think that I was ready to be watched by a public eye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be, one day, but today is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it ever be necessary, I see myself filling up all the 100 vacancies a Blogger.com private blog can hold. I already have 9 spots taken up, and I can always do with 91 more trustworthy people in this world whom I feel entirely comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have always been a little different from me. I acknowledge the fact that I am no ordinary Internet writer or blogger or any term you want to use. I have received daily viewership above the average of my peers, and to live under the pressure and scrutiny of so many pairs of public eyes is not something I will willingly subject myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also add that it is unlikely that I will write into this public blog for many months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"To me, blogging is the  recounting and reflection of my life. It is closely related to  spirituality for me, and without it, I would not have been able to  appreciate, understand and learn."&lt;br /&gt;- Ignatius Lee (July 1, 2009)&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/6044302563535966540-6521191119079206175?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/6521191119079206175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/6521191119079206175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/6521191119079206175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-8132770292966097233</id><published>2010-01-02T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:21:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiK ToK on the CloK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide1.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, a more-than-humongously-and-tremendously-gigantic-Thank-You to Gabriel, Glenna, Mr and Mrs Yeong! I am very blessed to have been invited to be part of your family celebration! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TiK ToK&lt;/span&gt; for my first-ever post title of the new year and decade, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TiK ToK&lt;/span&gt; is the first #1 song of the whole new year and decade. Besides, the song's rather appropriate in name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TiK ToK on the clock, but the party won't stop, no. Oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-oh!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Ke$ha&lt;/u&gt; (TiK ToK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Year 2010 now. A whole decade has passed, and now, we're off to a new one. I was already quite depressed on New Year's Eve's Eve, because I received this message, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Gabriel Yeong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;30-Dec-2009 23:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay. I think it would be better that you guys didn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My whole life collapsed, exploded into smithereens. And then, on the actual New Year's Eve, December 31, I was busy editing a Microsoft Word document to make it look neater. I suddenly got a call from Glenna Yeong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the call, I rushed to get my stuff, and I flew out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE YES! WE ARE CELEBRATING 2010 COUNTDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOGETHER AT MARINA MANDARIN HOTEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide2.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Gabriel and Glenna's parents have booked a club suite at Marina Mandarin Hotel, which is found connected to Marina Square, which is next Suntec City, connected to CityLink. Aiya you get the point la. I took the MRT all the way there, sms-ing Glenna and Zihui simultaneously to try entertain myself. When I reached, I walked to Suntec City, met with the two Gs, went to 7-Eleven, got treated to an Almond Magnum, before we went up to the hotel suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room number is 2029, found on the 20th floor, the second-highest floor of the building. I've never used a Singapore hotel, because obviously I don't take vacations in Singapore, so this is a very unique virgin-experience. Meanwhile, I found out that both Felicia and Zihui were gonna come as well, although Felicia turned Gabriel off a bit when she replied his invitation saying she didn't think the clothing she was wearing was nice enough to join the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide3.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am! My hair is like blown-up and I didn't do anything about it, because actually, I woke up at like 2+pm, cause I had slept at 6.30am (I went to McDonalds to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dabao&lt;/span&gt; breakfast mah). So it was almost as good as saying I left the house shortly after waking up, having received a spontaneous invitation. We are on the masterbed, but we're not gonna use to sleep, cause that's for Gabriel's parents who paid for everything. Besides, we don't mind sleeping anywhere cause we aren't really gonna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued entertaining myself by watching TV. They have HBO and Star Movies. When I came, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/span&gt; was playing on the living room's television and an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt; film was playing in the bedroom's television. A little bit later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide4.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men 2 started playing, and I and Gabriel watched most of it. Glenna was busy doing don't-know-what. Also, I went tour the suite.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide5.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the living room. You can already tell that the whole suite's gonna be spacious. We slept in the living room after some modifications, which I will elaborate on later ;) When I showed this picture to my mom when I returned home, she asked why I didn't bring the flowers back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide6.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For decorative purposes. Look to the bottom-left and you can see a plug. I was charging my camera. And idiot la, I didn't bring my handphone charger so my battery kept depleting as the hours went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide7.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another decorative thing painted on canvas or something. I had bloody NO IDEA what the illustration was and thought that the third panel depicted potatoes. On the second day, I, Felicia and Zihui were sitting by the table and they told me that circular thing is the moon and the bottom stuff are the land. Ohhhh. Yahor. It looks like it was anyhow then make one lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide8.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks super-fancy right?! It's called Nespresso Grands Crus, whatever the hell that means la. Hahahah, each colour is a different flavour, and I think the one Gabriel recommended me to drink was the red one. You see, you put it into a coffee machine without having need to open anything at all (just leave it there), close the machine, press the button, and they start dunno-doing-what to turn the solids inside (probably coffee beans or powder or whatever) into liquid coffee. Amazing right?! I and Zihui were very awed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide9.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple Cakes. Gabriel's father already took one. I didn't try. I don't eat this stuff. Hahaha. It looks very package-ish-ly-nice. Whatever term you use to describe how grand it looks la. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then we move into the bedroom. The living room and bedroom are divided by a pull-can-close,push-can-open, gate barrier. AIYA MY VOCABULARY NOW VERY LOUSY LA, DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE. LATER MAYBE GOT PICTURE, OR IF U SEE IT IN A VIDEO, THEN U'LL UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide10.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't jump on the bed like crazy children. I say that non-sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide11.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was later used as Felicia's bed and Glenna's half-bed. Hahahahhaha, we shifted it out into the living room when we wanted to create our own mini-sleeping-suite for ourselves. Although Felicia did say that it wasn't very easy sleeping on it cause the base is not flat, so it's hard to turn left and right. You just have to face the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there is the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide13.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy big button on top of the toilet bowl is the flush-button la. Don't even know why it has to be so big, but it's very fun to press. Hahahahahahha! I kept punching into it cause it's very touchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide14.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we washed our legs, we used the bathtub, although no one used it to shower or bathe or anything. I think it's not a habit in Singaporeans to use the bathtub right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide15.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shower place, and don't underestimate it at all! You know that knob you see?! If you turn it to the left, thin yet sharp lasers of water jettison out. If you turn it to the right, the shower is turned on. If you turn it upwards, there's another shower (which cannot be moved) starts pouring water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy la, like Wild Wild Wet lidat! I wanted to shower on Day 2, but I didn't know how to use it, so I anyhow turn turn turn, and the whole place began flooding like siao. Hahahahahaha! The water is very violent, but it was fun ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide16.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the beautiful balconies! There's one attached to each, the living room, and the bedroom. I like the balcony or not. Anyway, I and Gabriel tried to prank Felicia and Zihui when they came. Gabriel said I've already gone home, so Felicia/Zihui started caling me up to tell me to come back, before they realised that I was actually hiding at the balcony ;). They came like 2 hours after me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidental that Felicia happened to be at Marina Square, so she waited for Zihui to fly here from Jurong, and then they rendezvoused with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide17.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are epic views from the balcony. The Singapore Flyer is blocked by that building. Who cares? Singapore Flyer very nice to admire meh? Turn turn turn, get giddy only. Good that that building blocked it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide18.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the fireworks will start! Yea, a really great view right! We could also see the Marina floating platform, although yet another building blocks the side where the performance stage is at. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mariah Carey here to perform? Is Christina Aguilera here to perform? No right? So good that the building was there to block the stage, so I won't need to pain my eyes watching Da Mouth, which made a universally-panned performance on television later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide19.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People already started queuing at like 3/4pm la. Amazing right, their ability to wait so long. I guess it pays off, cause they can enjoy the performances (if they like it la) and also view the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tour is over! We can finally take a group photo because all of us are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide20.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the food court to eat, and that was when I and Gabriel saw some familiar faces from school at the lower escalators. We also saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide21.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide22.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared! It was damn co-incidental that I realised him like two seconds after I and Gabriel saw those familiar school faces. And from the picture, it looks like his grandfather (I assume)'s not really happy with me or something. Hahahahahhaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and Zihui didn't eat, only me and Gabriel. I think I ate some chicken and spaghetti pasta if I'm not wrong. It was nice, except for the very strong cheese smell which reminded me of vomit. Ahhh, last meal of the year and the decade. Then we immediately returned back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide23.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On closer look, you would realise that the tree is actually made of several single-coloured teddy bears. The hotel has a very pleasant atmosphere, and when the DJ started pumping up a lot of dance and pop music. There were many recognizable ones, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whine Up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get The Party Started&lt;/span&gt; and more. Can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide24.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when we went up, us teenagers conquered the bedroom side of the suite, where Glenna was transfixed watching another Indiana Jones film. It was some Indiana Jones movie marathon going on in that channel, and Gabriel kept quoting upcoming words that the movie characters were about to say, obviously implying that they've watched it a billion times. Hahahahahahah, it's the one with the Holy Grail involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An antagonist chooses a good-looking goblet and says its the Holy Grail. He drinks from it and suddenly has accelerated ageing and then turns into some dunno-wat dust crap or whatever. Hahahaha, quite amusing la, actually. Then Indiana Jones chose the simplest-looking goblet, and it turned out, that was the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia was quite oddly funny. Later on, a not-very-good female character fell into the bottomless pit of darkness when the ground split open, after a failed attempt to retrieve the Holy Grail. Felicia said she deserved it. Seconds later, she said it was very sad. Hahahahhahahah! Which is true la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide26.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going to the balcony because I like the silent yet festive atmosphere outisde. I like night lights, the night city, the nightlife, everything, excluding the safety issues. Those white balls in the sea kept changing colours, and when they turned pink, Felicia and Zihui were screaming "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PINK! PINK! PINK!&lt;/span&gt;" then I went to imitate them. Hahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide27.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the actual photo, the three of us cannot be seen. I had to maximize the lighting for the above photo and also increase the contrast so we become (poorly) visible. Oh yeah, there was a massive crowd that we could see building up all the way below. I think I wouldn't want to squeeze with them if I could choose. Yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who wants to&lt;/span&gt;, but I'd rather go home than to do that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide28.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we would lock each other outside at the balcony. There was one time when Glenna locked me, Gabriel, Felicia and Zihui at the balcony, then we realised, it was pretty silly, because she's the one who's alone now. Hahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide29.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide30.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia being a gymnast. They kept playing at that curvy couch and Felicia kept wrestling me to try to get me off in effort to share the couch with Zihui. Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the great Whitney Houston performing a number-one hit. Hahahahah, don't know what he was doing la, but that black cloth around him was actually on the bed. We later used it as a double-carpet for the ground. Explain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide31.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TADA, IT'S ME, THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; FELICIA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Felicia did say she was gonna stop saying out loud that she was fat, as part of a 2010 resolution. We see how it goes ah. After later she still go on and on and on about it. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide32.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide33.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Felicia and Zihui entertain themselves when they have nothing to do: doing all kinds of random poses. I like the lighting of the photos though, thanks to that lightbulb that hangs directly above from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide34.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now it was pink, now it's blue. I even remember seeing a whole sea of colours passing through from left to right. Red, then orange, then yellow, then green, then so on. I think it's really cool that we are so damn near to the fireworks and can see it from a good view. I don't know how it looks like if you see fireworks from the bottom. It's more upclose, is it? But your neck has to tilt a bit la. Aiya, hotel view better la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then swapped places with Gabriel's parents because I felt it was quite funny we were using the bedroom side instead of living room side. We went out, and I went online (before getting hijacked by Glenna, who went to talk to a deluded Willy who kept saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;), and them, being K-Pop fanatics, began dancing all kinds of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide35.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide36.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide37.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide38.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise Gabriel's missing from the above shots. Aiya, he dunno fly where la. He's a co-host but he's missing in action, just like during his birthday chalet when he had to sit at a side and prepare the fire while we stationed up at the room, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide39.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks hyped up? It's the ground floor of the hotel interior, and it looks very cool to me la, like we are in a cruise lidat! It reminds me of the scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poseidon&lt;/span&gt; when they are celebrating the New Year at their cruise hall, and there's partying and well-dressed people and golden lights and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide40.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this 40-50 year old guy who was stationed near us. He told us to go to the center and take a picture instead, because it looks better from there. Yeah, it did, but there were those decorative light lines that scarred the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, why was that man stationed there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide41.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were gonna release cocoons of balloons at midnight! Cool, right?! It was gonna be raining cocoons, and there are three of them, so I bet it is a lot. However, we chose to watch the fireworks in the end, because below was really crowded and the balloons would be a minute-long thing. The moment it landed, there were a lot of pop sounds. Apparently the party people were now stepping the balloons. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, I've taken the whole transition of the last seconds of 2009 to the first minutes of 2010. They can be found in the video playlist later. Anyway, we decided to go to 7-Eleven, where, woah, a lot of people were going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide42.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even heard an American guy and an Asian girl sitting by the streets... quarreling. I didn't make out what they were saying, but the rest told me that the American guy was saying "I already said sorry!" and the Asian girl was still infuriated with him. Quite a sad first moment of the new year/decade ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we realised 7-Eleven was super-flooded with people. We took a staircase up to Level 3 of Marina Square (because some idiot banged the doors of Level 2 till they got jammed shut) and ate at Long John's Silver, making it our first meal of the year/decade. There were a few fastfood restaurants that were still open, such as Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I drank in the new year/decade is Coke. The first thing I ate was the Chocolate Cream slice of cake. The first person I swore at was Zihui, with "siaozhabor", hahahahha! The first person who spat food at me (accidentally) was Felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we headed back to Marina Mandarin to hang out at the hotel first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Titktok/Slide43.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, we all sat together at the sofa and the curvy couch (they were put together so that we all would have space). Actually we were like sitting in a circle on the floor, and I didn't have the vibe to talk then. Then we moved up to the couches after turning on some of the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we talk about? Ahhh, of course Felicia and Zihui would add in like snippets of K-Pop once every now and then. I was asking them all kinds of questions, one of them being what object they would most like to have with themselves if they were marooned alone on an island. The topic then deviated to the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast Away&lt;/span&gt;, which Felicia and Zihui remember a little of. I told them that the halfway through the movie, when the lead character has a big beard and is an expert at fishing, it is 3 years later, but Felicia thought it was 3 months. I just checked. It's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned on the television, where they showed some bad 1990s Angelina Jolie film or something. Then it was the Miss Word contest, and everyone was critizing what the pagaeant contestants were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my iPod to show them videos, such as this crazy "holistic vocal coach" audition for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X Factor&lt;/span&gt;, and the Acting episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiaxue's Guide To Life&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we decided to go to 7-Eleven once again. By then, it was 3am, and there were half-surprisingly still a lot of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw many teenagers (significantly older than us. Probably around 17-20 years old) sitting around in circles on the streets. We find ourselves really blessed that we can do that... at home, with aircon, television, pillows, sofas, blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; sleeping, but it was a disastrous FAILURE. You know why? Because I and Gabriel kept making jokes about Felicia, and then we kept laughing, so Glenna would laugh, and then Zihui and Felicia would laugh, and because it would irritate Felicia, and then it would make a lot of lively noise, and then no one would go to sleep, and because Glenna and Zihui would talk to each other sometimes, and I and Gabriel would always have something to say about whatever they said, and so it goes on and on and on and in the end, we slept at like half past 5am or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahahahah! Zihui had the sofa to herself while Felicia had the curvy couch, with Glenna sleeping in between both. I and Gabriel slept on the floor. Glenna wanted all the lights off but I and Gabriel insisted the mini-lights at each corner of the ceiling be turned on. I even said what's the point since the sun's coming out in 2 hours! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, it was closing to 8am I think. I realised that Glenna was sleeping on the floor next to Gabriel, and Felicia was missing. I thought she was at the bathroom until I saw someone come back from the balcony. Actually Felicia was re-heating because it was too cold. Yalor, the aircon was set at 18 degrees, and we didn't have proper insulating blankets, so it was bloody freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the balcony with Felicia and then we sat down there and talked about studies and O'Levels and SPA and JC and Poly, trying to re-heat using the sun. The morning atmosphere is quite soothing, peaceful and pleasant. It turned out that were talking quite loudly, since Gabriel later told us he could hear us talking throughout. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, Gabriel and Glenna then left, assumingly to the bathroom. We waited for like 15-20min before realising they didn't go to the bathroom. They went to sleep in with their parents at their comfortable bed. It was only after that did we all start washing up. Gabriel's parents went to eat their complimentary breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to McDonalds, hoping to eat their lunch meal, only to know that lunch would begin at 12pm instead. I thought it's an 11am thing? Why was it postponed? New temporary/permanent rule meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to eat at the food court, although I didn't eat cause I don't feel like eating. Then later we went back to the hotel, sat there for 10min, and then, check-out time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; a girl trying to pull out one of the teddy bears la. Felicia was also attempting to do that, but she got stopped by the hotel manager. There were many missing teddy bears already, probably stolen from last night during the countdown party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, that's it! I, Felicia and Zihui took the MRT, me to go home and the two to get to their tuition centre. I was very very very tired and was sleeping even though I was standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are some videos that I have to show! The below one is a collection of assorted video footage from the second-half of the year. They have never been shown previously to anyone. I couldn't find my Teachers' Day footage though, and I realised I forgot to include the Marina Barrage footage. Aiya, can do it some other time la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously Unreleased 2009 Footage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEFBhbgt3Q4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEFBhbgt3Q4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also took many many videos during this whole Countdown Celebration event and have compiled them all into four different parts. There is a dry-run Take-1 video for the Thank Yous segment which I may release some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010 Countdown Celebration - The Complete Series (Parts 1 - 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/AF72CD8B30298C2F&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/AF72CD8B30298C2F&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! That's all that I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You once again to&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and Zihui,&lt;br /&gt;and most especially to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gabriel, Glenna and Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Yeong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2010, I think my resolutions, as much as I hate the term 'resolutions', are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Study hard&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; than Sec 3, although it is very very very very very to the power of very difficult for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Start getting serious in what I have to be serious at, in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Cherish every last moment with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; That's pretty much it. 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This should be the last post of 2009, and there are supposed to be a lot others, but I joined all of them into this one, big, mega-post. I think it's more groovy to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why the hell I used the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;groovy&lt;/span&gt; ah. Don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Rentata-2.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my sister (and my brother on the second occassion) rented films recently to watch over the holidays. The first time was me and my sister, and we rented three DVDs. The second time was with my brother and sister, and we rented four VCDs. Let me just give them all some comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bring It On: Fight To The Finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've watched the previous four Bring It On films, and the third one is the reason why I like Rihanna today. This is the fifth installment. Previously, I thought the fourth film sucks. Now, I think it's damn great compared to this one la. Too much Latin flavour for me to watch. All those Spanish inserts. And the plot is like a fusion of Movies II and IV. Not interesting and original enough. And Christina Milian is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; 28-year-old playing a high school teenager. Quite strange ah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dunno why leh, I'm not thrilled by this movie. I think it was so-so only. Wouldn't want to watch it again if I could. However, I will say that I was super-duper gravely affected by one of the messages in the story. You see, the movie is about a man's ability to bring storybook characters out from the pages and into reality. There's this guy, some warrior or whatever, wanted to find out what was his fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing was that the book, entitled Inkheart, was written by an author who later met his characters, and he was damn awed. It's like, isn't it damn cool if you could meet the characters you wrote about in your book? Okay, maybe if you're too sciency you wouldn't understand, but I think it's damn superb. And it turns out that an author can control the lives and fates of his characters simply by writing them. He can choose to kill off any character he wants, as though having the power of God, and yet he might not know how his characters might take it. When that warrior found out the author wrote that he died at the end of the book, he was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I didn't explain really well. Aiya it's not like anyone really reads the paragraphs I write on movies and music. They usually just want to see photos and narrative stuff about themselves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Protection Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ehhh, the funniest part in the film is when Demi Lovato's character is trying to handle the frozen yogurt machines. I laughed like siao. I think the climax part a little too... weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh! You know why I rented this film?! Because I read from a BAD source that Selena Gomez plays a lesbian in this film! Dunno where I read from la, but ya, then I tell my sister, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" then we wanted to find out how Disney incorporates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; into their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that she's not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;. Damn paiseh, and my sister was very annoyed. Hahahahha, but everytime Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; in the film, I would shout out, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neh! neh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, whatever website who wrote that Selena Gomez played a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; in the film! =.=&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The movie that nearly destroyed Mariah Carey's career back in 2001, I had already watched this like 2 to 4 times on Youtube, but I wanted to properly watch it on TV. Plus, this film is only available on VCD I think, because the ratings were damn bad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; Besides, I think the accompanying soundtrack album was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister hated this movie. I forced her to watch it, and she was having a hard time doing so. And okay la, I think that comparing this film to Eminem's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 Mile&lt;/span&gt;, I think Eminem's film was much better. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Finally watched it. It was... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaconda 3: Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First two movies are 10000000% better. This movie is M18, and it's obviously because it's like a literal bloodbath. Blood everywhere. Blood here blood there. And they show like the internal organs after a head is bitten off, or a broken leg with bones or something. And the anaconda uses its tail to pierce through a human. Blahblahblah. Not nice. CGI was very bad. Very very bad. Very very very bad. It was bad. Not interested in watching the fourth film liao.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Brother rent one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On Christmas, to make it more festive, I watched Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, which is a comedy Christmas film. I've always liked it and will continue to. Didn't want to watch Christmas With The Kranks like I did last year on British television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about movies, I sorta think that my favourite film of 2009 is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;. It's very impressive. Not like anything I thought it would be. Very very well done. Watched it with Weichin, Willy and Yee Hao at VivoCity on our first Marking Day this year. It was nice like hell la. And entertaining and funny and mind-blowing and awesome. Other favourite films include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Age III: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going through a stack of my father's old VCDs, my father came across one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Net&lt;/span&gt;, starring Sandra Bullock, and told me it was nice. Later when I came home from a family Christmas party, I went to read about it online and even watched parts of it on Youtube. It was really really... breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just think about it. Our whole world is sitting there on a computer. It's in a computer.&lt;br /&gt;Everything. Your DMV records. Your social security, your credit cards, your medical&lt;br /&gt;history. It's all right there. Everyone is stored in there. It's like a little electronic&lt;br /&gt;shadow on each and everyone of us just begging for somebody to screw with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Angela Bennett&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1995 film, which means I was only ONE YEAR OLD when it came out la. 1995 means.... ahhh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasy&lt;/span&gt; by Mariah Carey was dominating #1 for 8 consecutive weeks. But the point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's on a computer, and we are all linked by the don't-have-will-die Internet. Of course we do have protection systems to ensure all our computer data is locked up safe, but that doesn't mean there will be loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; the lead character, Angela Bennett (played by Sandra Bullock), the evil people made use of their access to official government databases to edit her life profile. They changed her name, took away her everything, and even gave her a list of committed crimes like prostitution, theft and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you realise, that is possible if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; government system had a Trojan horse inside it (which I definitely believe they don't.) But if they do, wah, siao liao. The most important part is, we are so dependent on the information inside a computer. You can edit that info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if everything I wrote inside my blog were official, factual accounts of important stuff, and people used my blog as official references. If I wrote that Felicia punched Zihui in the face, then that is the truth. But if Gabriel hacked into my account and changed the statement into Weichin punched Felicia instead, then that would become the truth, and Weichin would take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so easy to change such things just by editing it. We are too dependent on the information we store inside the computer. If anyone were to change it and we did not detect these changes, we would have no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I told Gabriel before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the below photo to enlarge it, and then understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Altreality.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Altreality.png" color="white" width="200" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that you understand it (or maybe you didn't because you didn't bloody click it at all la), it's like, simple decisions can affect us so largely. A little bit like the Butterfly Effect of the Chaos Theory, although that has an even more super-massive analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is... if you left your house at 11am, or if you left your house at 11.05am, it may make a big difference. That's when you don't know there's a big decision to make. Another situation is when you're at a junction and need to choose whether to turn left or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the fact that we humans can make decisions on our owns, there are probably ten billion alternate realities around us that we can NEVER exist in. Some decisions have small results. Some decisions have big results. A damn crazy one is if,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dancer eats a bad hamburger one day before her dance competition. She gets food poisoning, miss that competition, and struggles for the rest of her life with little opportunities for her to shine, so she marries a guy, gives birth to children and can only tell them stories of how she tried to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dancer chooses not to go to McDonalds and eat that bad hamburger, and so, she wins the dance competition the next day and goes on a world tour and becomes more famous than Michael Jackson and Madonna and Mariah Carey combined and enjoys billions of dollars in her bank and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too extreme, and besides, a dancer wouldn't eat a hamburger before a competition la. But you get the point now right. So be careful of your decisions. Eating a hamburger may ruin your life. Hahahahhahaha! Turning right instead of left and lead you to endless wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told Felicia and Zihui and Gabriel and... okay I don't remember which occassion la, but I did tell them that there are like top few things that I hate the most about outings. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I told (4) and (5) to them before, but I really never thought about the rest until I sat down and wrote them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't write a mega-post without including my favourite music la. I am very sure no one gives a shit to read it because everyone's noses are deep inside a tank called K-Pop now, but I don't care. Ten years later, the only person reading my posts is me, so I might as well write all this for myself in the future. At least next time when I get my hands disabled in a car accident and can no longer use the computer to type, I can still read my great masterpieces of the previous decades. Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 100 Most Listened Songs of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Technically, it was from March 31, 2009 to November 28, 2009, and all are tracked using the iTunes Play Count system. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#100 - #71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#70 - #41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40 - #11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/TopF.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This segment was also supposed to be a damn long post with quite a bit of information in each song, such as the year of release, the album title, and a description for every song, but I was unable to complete it because some of the songs don't make any sense to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this is an overall count from March 31, 2009 all the way till November 28, 2009, which means that newer songs will have a hard time charting high, such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait Your Turn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through The Rain&lt;/span&gt; is one of my first songs in my iTunes, hence standing at #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, only three songs ever hit #1 before. The first was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through The Rain&lt;/span&gt; for 16 weeks and 1 day. The second was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt; for a little more than a month. The third is of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I want to work in Billboard leh. I think it's very cool to track music. Meanwhile, I'm now counting my songs all differently. I reset my play counts at the end of each week, hence the current charts are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/WYT.png" color="white" border="3" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've thrown in as many mini-posts into this mega-post, I can talk about the end of the year, and also, the end of the decade (which I am more wow-ed by). Let's start with 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what has 2009 been ah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;• The year of the beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upper Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;• The new year in school at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sec 3A'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;• The year of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infocomm Club&lt;/span&gt; IT Department Secretary position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;• The year of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student Council&lt;/span&gt; Vice President: Welfare position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;• The year of the expansion of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music interest&lt;/span&gt;, e.g. Mariah Carey, Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;• The year I discovered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome friends&lt;/span&gt; inside great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;• The year of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keeping it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've already thanked the people I want to thank already, in a previous post, which excludes my family. However, even after that post, I still had some holiday activities, so I need to extra-thank people such as Atikah, Emily and Yikwai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I kinda thought that this year would be bad because we have been split from our Sec 2 friends, and all of us will each have a big teenage personality, so there will be numerous clashes. But actually, it's a lot different. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite strange seeing the phrase "2009 is ending" when the whole 2008-is-ending feeling is still fresh in my mind. And, it's already scientifically proven that time seems to move faster as you get older, so it's natural that 2009 is faster than 2008, 2008 is faster than 2007, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means next year will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; even shorter la. For my batch, definitely, since we have O'Levels. Will not further talk about it. I'm not obliged to wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, 2009 is the year of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;♦ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;♦ The first time I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lit a Bunsen burner&lt;/span&gt; on my own. Hahahahhahaha, cause previously I let my Science partner do it instead. I just sit back and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;♦ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;♦ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;♦ My first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepover with friends&lt;/span&gt;. Although it's at my house la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;♦ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;♦ My first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frozen yogurt&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahah. Aiya not massive one la, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;♦ My first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usage of the laptop in a library&lt;/span&gt;. This also not massive at all. Just trying to make this list longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Very hard to believe that it's like a year since I've stopped writing publicly (except for the irregular copy-posting into my public blog, which really doesn't count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've made a count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 2008, I wrote exactly 276 individual blog posts (in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eggnachos&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, including this post, I wrote a total of 119 individual blog posts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Which means, after calculation, the amount of posts in 2009 is 43.1% of the amount of posts in 2008. Which means my posting-frequency has decreased by more than half. Wah. That's a big fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on average, I wrote exactly 23 posts a month on 2008. I wrote 9.9 posts a month on 2009. Also, the number of posts a month have been decreasing this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Monthala.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a big drop la! The highest count for 2009 is almost the same as the lowest count for 2008. And I don't think it's because 2009 is a busy year, but I now have a only a very small urge to want to blog. It's more of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"aiya, by the end of the week it'll be published la&lt;/span&gt;", compared to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll persevere through the night just to get this thing on my front page&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe next year I'll have an even lower post count, because I seem to want to blog at most 10 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Now, the decade-story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decade, 2000 to 2009, is the first decade which I lived through completely! It makes sense what, because I was born in 1994, which means I never lived through the 1990s decade completely. However, I lived through this whole one from start to finish! =D Unless I suddenly collapse and die on December 31, 2009 and fail to make it through that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decade has been a very very very big one, because it's the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; decade when I became 10 years old (on 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; decade where I started and completed Primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; decade where I started my Secondary school and finished 75% of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; decade where I consider myself a child, and the decade where I had my proper childhood, because I started as a 5 year old on January 1, 2000, and ended as a 15 year old on December 31, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, quite weird to think that it is THIS decade where I was also in Kindergarten 2. I don't remember a bit about it at all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my childhood anyway? Errr, coming back from school everyday and then playing computer. Hahahahahahahah, thats it. And then subsequently when I began my teenage years, I do silly things with my Secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the next decade of 2010 - 2019 will begin with me as a 15 year old and ending as a 25 year old. Okay. Damn old liao. 25 years old. Aiya, if I live till then la. Maybe I'll get robbed and murdered on the streets before that can even happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just summarize my trip to Kuala Lumpur and Genting properly. The last time I did it was in a not-here not-there post entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bean There, Done That, &lt;/span&gt;and the only thing anyone cared about in that post was whether there was a hantu/pocong/pontianak in my photo. For like days, the topic on my tagboard was "Boobs" la. Hahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Einsteinatius-1.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that guy in the middle? If you don't, it's probably because you don't have a childhood with Kids Central in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we met him at the hotel! Technically, I was the one who discovered him, cause you know, I saw an angmoh walking out from the lift, and I somehow like to see angmohs (if you ever read my tweets where I saw a female angmoh who looked so much like Kristen Bell, at the MRT), then I realised, ey, isn't he the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus he was wearing a shirt with his caricature on it la. Hahahahaha, then I told my father and brother, and then we got this picture. Yes, the one on the left is my brother, not some Korean star or whatever compliment he ever had when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Malaysia rocks better than Singapore when it comes to buying Mariah Carey albums. In Malaysia, there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt;, her 1991 album, which I cannot find in Singapore. However, Singapore has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt;, the 2001 album, which cannot be found in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia has the 1990 self-titled deut album and the 1997 album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;, which I can only find as secondhanded copy in Singapore. And... Malaysia's prices are so much better than Singapore. Hahahahahahaha, that's why I decided to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt; and the softpak version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E=MC2&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and it was either really co-incidental, or really FATED. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family were at the air-con hawker centre inside a shopping mall. I began talking about Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One to three seconds later, a Mariah Carey song began playing out loud through the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool la! The song is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Be There&lt;/span&gt;, a duet with her back-up singer Trey Lorenz, from the 1992 live album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MTV Unplugged&lt;/span&gt;, which reached #1 on the US Billboard charts. Okay. I'll stop haolianing to you all how much I know about her music. Hahahahahhahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, it's really different, going back to Genting. One reason is because there are billions of people there and I cannot stand it. Secondly, the things you enjoy as a child cannot be re-captured when you turn into a teenager. Haiz. Sad. Genting used to be like a homely heaven to me. Actually, if I had a wish to make while I was at Genting, I would wish for 90% of the people there to disappear, so that the whole place will be damn peaceful and spacious and you don't have to queue up to do anything. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/FrogWarriors.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess and the Frog&lt;/span&gt; at their cinema, with my sister. It was... not better than the previous Disney classics from the Disney Renaissance era. But it was enjoyable I guess. I quite like the fact that the firefly died, because I thought that characters in Disney films do not die, which is very unrealistic. Okay yeah yeah, Mufasa died in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lion King&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storm Warriors&lt;/span&gt; with my whole family, making it the first time I watched a film with my entire family and the first time with my father around. The movie is very bad. Storyline is weak. Action sequences are too excessive and CGI is poor, making Transformers II look so much better. I think I prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt; to this movie la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol is finally over. Didn't enjoy this season. I prefer the previous one back in 2006. Anyway, I'm most concerned over the fact that Ken Lim started the show saying, "continue supporting local talent". I also didn't like when he described Lady Gaga as "neurotic" earlier in the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; are we gonna support local talent properly? We don't have an official music chart to tell what are the best-selling albums and singles. We don't have enough artists based in Singapore. The only few are... let's see... Taufik Batisah, Hady Mirza, Rui En, Olinda Cho and that's it. Others like Stefanie Sun, Tanya Chua, Kaira Gong etc etc etc are all based in other countries such as Taiwan, so they are not considered proper Singapore-based artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lim should take a gamble and find as many aspiring Singapore artists and then start releasing albums and singles and MUSIC VIDEOS. Taufik's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Dream&lt;/span&gt; music video was the only one I ever knew. Does Hady have a music video? And they don't even release singles properly. They just slam an album straight into CD-RAMA and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the Singapore music industry. Compare it to the US Billboard Charts and UK Singles Chart. They do it so well. And the Japan and Korea music scene are also phenomenal, because they set everything up. They have singles. They have music videos. Singapore have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got too little artists la. Our music industry has no identity. Apparently Ken Lim wants all Singapore artists to be able to connect with their audience sentimentally. I think he doesn't like Lady Gaga, apparently thinking she's crazy. I also think Lady Gaga's crazy, but she's successful, and she's a threat to every other artist, and she will be for the next 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED] &lt;/span&gt;But Singapore's music industry is... read the whole segment again if you still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has untapped potential. Taufik Batisah's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt; album was great. I would know, because I bought it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; I think the Singapore music producers all scared that they invest too much, but the audience will not really give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED] &lt;/span&gt;what is 98.7fm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;? Don't care about payola la! Just keep playing Singapore songs lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, payola is bad, and why am I encouraging Singaporean producers from not-playing the great music of the rest of the world ah. I will go put Taufik Batisah's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt; into my iPod now, to remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've really touched on everything I wanted to say. Ahh, next year will be almost entirely different, yet it'll still be somehow the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all next year, in school or out at the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-4766817378818438092?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/4766817378818438092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/12/twothousandandnine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4766817378818438092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4766817378818438092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/12/twothousandandnine.html' title='Twothousandandnine'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_MCnatius-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-4277793639523090678</id><published>2009-12-04T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:34:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide1.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just received news that my laptop is beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Exhaustion from entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Destroyed laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Lady GaGa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telephone&lt;/span&gt; - Lady GaGa ft. Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hopefully, only the laptop's motherboard is m****f****ing crazy and not the hard disk, because that would contain a lot of 2009 photos (fortunately enough, I have stored all the 2007-08 photos in physical CDs and locked them up in a booklet in the beginning of the year). But this means my iTunes will be reduced back to zero if I use another laptop. That means I need to re-download all the Mariah Carey songs that I don't have, and my Dirrty will go back to 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, take it that since it's coming to 2010, I should reset the play counts la. Grrrr. So mafan lah, spill one water bottle then lidat. And there are some important files on my desktop which henceforth will be destroyed as well, because desktop files are different from C-drive and D-drive files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have several segments in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Super-Saucy Nugget-Naughty Nuggets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hungry the past week and there was one day where my parents went out and gave us $10 each to settle our meals. I didn't want to use it la, so I went to raid the freezer, where I found chicken nuggets and fish nuggets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I never properly made nuggets. The only time I would make them was when I throw them into the microwave, and they come out soggy and cold in the center. Yet I tried cooking them in the oven this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide2.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was this time I turned the timer and then left, then I came back and realised I didn't turn on the switch so there was not heat emitted throughout. Hahahahah! So this time, yep, I did turn on the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the timer to 10min. In the end my mom said I should have cooked it for 20min. Actually, that was my intentions, but by 10min, I saw that there were oil bubbles boiling all about so I thought it was okay liao la. And yep, it tasted hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide3.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it cook! I actually thought I cooked nine nuggets but it turned out to be eight only, as you can see in the above and below photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide4.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look super-golden and yummy and fresh and ready to be popped into your mouth, where the chicken taste will just flow into your cavities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet of course! I actually dug out all the McDonald sauce packets and decided to flood the bowl with them. SEE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide5.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, I was like trying to make the sauce be spread evenly throughout. It took one packet of BBQ sauce, one packet of curry sauce, two packets of chilli sauce, and one packet of mayonnaise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide6.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final product. Okay, okay, the mayonnaise looks like bird shit that dropped from the sky la! The mayonnaise was hardest to squeeze out from the packet, and the moment it came out, it just drooped on to the center, not even flowing, though after all, they were all put in the fridge so they would not be flowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after I ate them all, while watching clicknetwork.tv videos, I went to make fish nuggets. I wanted to make 8 nuggets, but there were nine inside, so why the hell would I leave one fish nugget in that packet? Just eat them all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide7.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same procedures, though this time, I put the nuggets in for 12-13min as instructed at the back of the product pack. And when they came out, they looked really good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transferred them to a ceramic plate as well, and then, made it Fish Hate Curry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide8.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide9.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool too?! After eating the fish nuggets, I was really full liao. Had this big sense of satisfaction when I made them and ate them. Hahahahahhaha, since I'm the worst cook in the world. I literally know nothing about cooking, and the thing I know how to do best is to make the Nissin Cup Noodles, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide10.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I walked to an NTUC Fairprice supermarket at Boon Lay and got this. Actually I was supposed to buy like the Cadbury Milk Tray (which contains different chocolates that actually taste the same overall), or the Toffifee, but what I bought in the end was really more of a variety product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide11.jpg" color="white" border="3" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda bears similarities with the Celebrations chocolates, which contain Mars and Snickers and all those more-expensive chocolates that are not necessarily Cadbury. Take a look at what this Favourites collection contains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide12.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crunchie was like... The Picnic and the Moro and the Boost all were similar. I liked the Turkish Delight, the Flake and the Dream white chocolate. The worst is the Cherry Ripe. I like the F&amp;amp;N Cheeky Cherryade drink, but this cherry-chocolate is disgusting (so disgusting that I spat into a tissue paper, unable to swallow the crap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On Monday (30/11), I went out with Gabriel, Glenna and Vanessa to Bowling at CDans! We were supposed to meet at 11.30am but it got dragged to one hour later because Gabriel and Glenna went to the market for their family =.= So I was at the library reading Tales of Beedle the Bard because there were many copies of them at the Children's section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met and ate at Mos Burger, though I only drank. After that, took the bus to CDans, where Vanessa's water bottle began spilling while inside her bag. It spilled out and on to her and my pants, since we were both sitting next to each other. =.= Lucky I wear black pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw my Primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide13.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time. They re-painted it greener. The last time I saw this school, it was much yellow/orange -er. There was this weird feeling, especially when I looked at my Primary 3 and Primary 6 classrooms, which can be found at the block of the above photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside CDans, which I entered for the first time in probably six years. Maybe I've entered in between those years, but the last time I was there that I could remember was the National Day celebration while I was Primary 3. It was by far the best National Day celebration I ever had that was held by the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide14.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we took a photo by a pathetic classy vintage mirror. With or without the flash, you still can't see all our faces inside the glass reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found a more decent way to take a group photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide15.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my shirt looked like it was being tucked in at the side. Okay, then we got to the level where the bowling place was, went to the counter, where a not-courteous, not-friendly girl answered us, and then, we started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide16.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, first we tried on our shoes. Mine were a just-nice, which means there's no space to put a finger, hence it was actually like quite tight la. I didn't know anything about the shoe-wearing and the bowling-ball-selecting because I've never bowled before, like I've shared in the Halloween party last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenna also had some trouble working that computer. Hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide17.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and there we go! The names were all keyed in, and Vanessa made her first bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She striked. Her first time. And she striked all the pins down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenna hadn't turned on the game correctly at then. When Gabriel finally turned it on correctly, the strike was recorded under the first player's scores, Glenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhaha! This meant that Glenna got a free 19 points (I think for first strike of the first frame, is 19 points. Subsequent one then is 10 or something. Aiya I DUNNO LA.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide18.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa taking her revenge, trying to get a strike, but in the end, she didn't. She also longgou-ed a few times. As for Gabriel, he either did really well or really bad. By really well, it means 8 to 9 points. By really bad, it means longgou twice in a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide19.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above and below photos taken by Vanessa using my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide20.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my virgin strike! So lucky, I knocked all the pins off. Hahahahahhaha, and for Vanessa to take my reaction on camera during my first ever bowling strike is very cool. Hahahahahah! Anyway, throughout the day, I got two strikes (though we misremembered as me having only one strike. I found out that I striked twice because of my tweets), Vanessa got two as well, Gabriel has one, and Glenna has none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played three games in total, the first two being won by Vanessa and the third being won by Gabriel. You know, during our time at our lane, Lane 5, the people who played next to us at Lane 6 kept changing. The most memorable was the first people, two guys, and one of which busybodily said something like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one other servicewoman who didn't have a courteous or friendly disposition, alike that counter lady, was the one selling food at the candy bar. Not to me, but to another boy who asked for "french fries", at which time she replied pretty uncouthly, "no more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= We then left after the three games. Dunno why, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt; started playing on my mouth. I kept singing the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RARA AH AH AH, RAMA RAMAMA, GAGA OOH LALA, WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again, then Gabriel and Glenna frequently joined me. Hahahahhah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/Slide21.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last group photo before Vanessa left in her family car while the three of us walked to Bukit Gombak MRT, still singing Bad Romance and its verses, chorus and bridge. We went back to Jurong East MRT, met Gabriel's mom, and then took the MRT towards Pasir Ris. They got off at Bugis, cause they needed to collect something, while I went straight to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going there. Many seats. Really spacious. Considerably quiet. Luxurious chocolate stores. I went to Terminal 3, as usual, and then decided to properly explore Terminal 2. I then took the sky-train to Terminal 1. Conclusion: the older the terminal, the smaller and worser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I buy ah... Ah, I remember! I bought the Ellen DeGeneres issue of Oprah Winfrey's O Magazine! The magazine doesn't fascinate me at all, but I bought it because I think in the future, it's gonna be like a very iconic magazine issue that can have a lot of value. You will know if you've been watching Ellen campaign to be on the cover of O. The magazine itself was flooded with advertisements. Bored me. Never mind, at least I can keep it for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JVS Walkathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (1/12) meant JVS Walkathon day. Went to school, realised the no. of 3A students assemblying at the parade square were damn little (we are the second least-populated Sec 3 Express class on that day). I was the 2nd last person to report in 3A, Willy being the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we began walking. The route was exactly the one I take to go home la! I've walked that route several times during the End-Year Exams when I didn't want to take the bus. Just go straight down the canal, then right and keep going. That's it. Simple right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked mostly with Willy and Weichin, with Shi Hwee and Wan'er in front and Gabriel-Felicia-Zihui-Vanessa always orbiting around me. When I was metres away from the Parc Vista gate, I was complaining that I wanted to go home. I think I said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ey now I escape ah&lt;/span&gt;", and then, Mr Thomas swooped past me. Yikes. Luckily he never hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached the new school, where we were welcomed by fanfare from Chinese Drums &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;, and then, a performance by Band. Then we went to the parade square of that holding site, where it was really hot. Could take it though. What's wrong with a hot day if you're sitting down? Felicia whipped out her umbrella though. Damn funny sia, seeing an umbrella pop up among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the JVS school song, we were addressed by Mr Shawal in short words, then Mr Thomas about the specific locations of the holding site. Actually, I think the holding site's pretty cozy, you know. It might be terrible lah, but it feels very roomy, though my impression might change once school rebegins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though instructed by Mr Anand and further explained personally by Ms Han that we were NOT supposed to go to Jurong Point (which I shouted, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW HOLIDAY LOR&lt;/span&gt;!"), everyone swarmed to Jurong Point. And I mean, like probably 70% at least. Everyone was marching there like ants. Confirm that day was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Highest Record For Most Number of JVS Students In Jurong Point&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there with Gabriel, Vanessa, Vivienne, Felicia and Zihui. Dined our lunch at Pizza Hut, then went to Yami Yogurt, and then, Gabriel, Felicia and Zihui went to my house to watch Gossip Girl. Finished 3 episodes in total (Gabriel left shortly after the third one when Glenna arrived to go with him). Then we all left the house again, Felicia and Zihui to go home while I went to Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Totally forgot to say that the day before, at the airport, I went to Kinokuniya because I wanted to see the books there, but when I reached, the store was closing in 15 minutes. Hence I returned back, contemplating on whether I should buy the US editions of Harry Potter. Ultimately, I decided not to (even though I took a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt; and headed for the counter at one point). Save money and read your ancient UK versions la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around till I reached Plaza Singapura (like I did the day before as well). Then I realised the Turkish Delight that was sold there was like frigging high-price low-quantity, so I flew to VivoCity to buy Cadbury Turkish Delight. Ate Long John's Silver as dinner before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. I'm kinda enjoying being alone because I have a great companion to listen to all my thoughts, and that's myself. Hahahahahahha. Occasionally I do tweet when I encounter something, such as this MediaCorp female artiste that I walked past who said, "wa zim buey gam wan" to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugis &amp;amp; Suntec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be swimming with Willy and Martyn on this day, Wednesday (2/12), but I bailed because I had to go collect my new passport at ICA of Lavendar. And yep, throughout my ride there with my mom and sister, I was reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Finished more than a quarter by the end of the day. I remember I took like one year to read it when I first bought it at the age of seven. It's been eight years. WOW. YEAH. I DIDN'T REALISE SIA. THAT BOOK IS NOW EIGHT YEARS OLD. COOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we had an appointment, it was unexpectedly fast. The actual collection at ICA was shorter than the MRT trip there, like my sister said. Hahahaha, okay, my mom went home while I and my sister went to Bugis, then Iluma, then back to Bugis, then to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Suntec, we ate at Pepper Lunch for dinner. Around us was a group of boys that were sitting out of my sight. When they stood up to leave, I heard one of them saying, looking at our direction, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chio bu.&lt;/span&gt;" He repeated it. Then I was thinking, confirm is talking about my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I heard someone compliment my sister to me, was "megastar". So those boys must be talking to my sister, since very obviously I am not a chio bu. [HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By like 7pm she was too tired, so we went home instead of going to VivoCity, where there were supposed to be fireworks to commemorate the 3rd anniversary of that shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10.30am today (Thursday, 3/12) and went straight to West Mall to buy tickets to watch New Moon. It releases in Singapore today, though there have been sneak peeks during the weekends which my brother caught. He said it was nice. My sister said he was typical for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah and Nazma came really really later than arranged, like one-two minutes before 11.30am (the movie timeslot). The three of us bought food and then went in. It's been a long time since I've gone out with the two of them alone. I think it's been almost 6 months. Wow. The last time we went out, though we some other people, was the Hari Raya thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a Cheesy Hotdog filled with mustard. The lady didn't give me tissue paper or serviettes at all la, so in the end my whole hand was filled with mustard just 5 minutes after the movie began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's very bad, but Deborah and Nazma had no tissue, and Deborah errr, suggested I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I was not gonna spend my whole time with mustard on my hand, so I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the feedback about the movie? All three of us thought that they talked too much, too little action, talked too softly, not exciting, anti-climatic, and Nazma even went to rate the movie "0.1 stars / 10 stars". That's gotta be pretty bad, huh. She kept saying 2012 was better. Hahahahaha, okay, in several aspects, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite character was Alice. Found her really beautiful since the first movie. Rosalie's not beautiful at all, even though the character in the books was said to be the "most beautiful woman in the world". Emmett and Jasper have too little scenes. So is Carlisle. And yep, I thought Edward himself had too little scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't appreciate the groans and moans and constipated sounds that Bella kept making through the film, when she was agonized in her nightmares or her break-up conversations with Edward. Taylor Lautner's nose looks like a pig's eh. And, I think being a werewolf is really fun, but being a vampire is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially being Jane or that Caius, both from the Volturi. Jane says "pain" and Edward immediately starts feeling Imperius-ed. Cool, huh? My brother spoiler-ed me on that so I was expecting it. Caius, the blonde-haired guy, just looks really cool sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Volturi are haunting and hence really awesome. A massive shocker was when a group of tourists were being led into the Volturi's room, where they started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny part was when there was this romantic scene, and everyone in the cinema was like getting mesmirized, until Deborah suddenly stepped on her plastic nachos container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKKKRAAKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhah! What an atmosphere murderer. Hahahahhahahahah! The girl in front of us turned around lor. Hahahahah! After that, we immediately went straight back home while criticizing the fact that they kept talking/mumbling really softly. The ratings for the movie at Rotten Tomatoes were bad. And oh yes, the visual effects were poor. Very poor. Especially the cliff-diving scene. Very very poor. Very very very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, really looking forward to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief&lt;/span&gt;! I bought the book but I've not read it. Definitely will after I've finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philosopher's Stone&lt;/span&gt;! The movie's coming out February 2010. YAHOO! You know, I honestly honestly knew, when I watched the swimming-pool scene at the beginning of the movie trailer, that it was gonna be Percy Jackson! Cool that I recognized it just by a mere trailer scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-4277793639523090678?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/4277793639523090678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/12/strike-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4277793639523090678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/4277793639523090678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/12/strike-you-down.html' title='Strike You Down'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Bowling/th_Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-7483869257414860619</id><published>2009-11-28T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:05:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drippin' Ova My</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/DrippinOvaMy.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home yesterday, where the events of this post took place, I accidentally flung my water bottle at my laptop. Minutes later, it officially hanged and died. Now, it's being shipped off to Sim Lim for maintenance, so I have to blog in my mom's laptop. The only thing is, there's this irritating line-format problem that I'm facing when I write! When I click enter, it goes two lines down instead of one, and I hate that la! Aiya, still have to try and adapt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Worried about my laptop and phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Busy schedule filled with days of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Damaged gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/span&gt; - Christina Aguilera ft. Redman&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I also realise that when viewing my blog using Mozilla Firefox, you can see the white borders around every picture. I used HTML to set that to my photos. However, if you use Internet Explorer, the pictures are not framed with white borders. =.= Who in my blog uses IE other than Felicia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now start talking about what happened yesterday. Was supposed to blog properly with my own laptop but since it did not recover... First and foremost, bye bye Rita! She returns to Indonesia today, but I deliberately sent her a crazy message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye bye rita! First time go indonesia right? You must be so excitged. Get to sleep in hotel for your vacation! Remember to take many photos of your first trip ah!!! Must buy us souvenir also! ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Which, very obviously, would make no sense. Oh yes. Now my phone is also crazy. The battery is being recognized as an "alien battery". =.= AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide1.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Gabriel contacted me asking whether I wanted to do Chemistry with him and some others. The date was fixed at a long-awaited Friday. Then, the night before Friday (which was yesterday), I called Gabriel up to find out that he had confirmed the details with Felicia &amp;amp; Zihui and instructed Felicia to tell me, but she somehow did not in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to do Chemistry la. Leave the studying to December! So I managed to convince them to go elsewhere and do something non-academic. We planned to go to East Coast Park. Felicia also said that she was supposed to go to Marina Barrage the next day with her family, but since she's going out with us instead, she suggested we all go there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did. Vanessa was unable to go due to parental restrictions. If it were doing Chemistry, then I think she can. Meanwhile, Glenna tagged along, and I got Willy to follow us, which means there were six people that went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ignatius Gabriel Willy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Felicia Zihui Glenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Jurong East MRT Station only to find out that Felicia had overslept, Zihui would be late by 5 minutes and Gabriel and Glenna might need to stay put and pass a house key to their dad. In the end, their father did find his key, and when Zihui came, we went to West Mall to eat while waiting for Felicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Felicia came, we took the MRT to Marina Bay, got out, walked to the bus-stop and realised the Bus 400 would take a damn long time to arrive. We were walking back, planning to go to East Coast Park straight, then the Marina Barrage Shuttle Bus suddenly stopped next to us as we walked back. We boarded it, and then went there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide2.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! We were there! Willy's been there a couple of times due to his kayaking. There were several water bodies there, with fountains and all that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED] &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide3.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the waters reminded me of the water scene in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/span&gt; music video la! I also have a damn funny video of Gabriel, Felicia and Zihui dancing in the water and me kicking at them to create 'special effects'. Will upload it once my laptop has recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, where's Willy ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide4.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry. He's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide5.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo in the water tunnel. Water droplets always make really nice effects, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, want to show you a very interesting photo! Most probably the most appealing photo taken throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide6.jpg" color="white" border="3" height="175" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide7.jpg" color="white" border="3" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zihui by the fountain-wall! This immediately reminds me that particular dance move in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/span&gt; water scene! So, to spice things up, this is how Zihui would look like if she had a single cover to the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide8.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah! Yet in some way she resembles an Egyptian dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon got out of the water after playing catching and some Russian Roulette-like fountain game. The girls went to the toilet while I, Gabriel and Willy went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide9.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide10.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel looking like he had no pants. He can do an album art of Xtina's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripped&lt;/span&gt; album liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide12.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide11.jpg" color="white" width="250" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people playing kites right? Some of them went absolutely high while others, mostly by children, were flying low. There were definitely invisible strings everywhere and we were scared we would like bloody walk into some of them and get tangled up la! Besides, some of these strings were very thin and hence of very high pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, the clouds in Singapore don't look as beauitful as clouds in other countries eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide13.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel waited for the girls while I and Willy went over to the other side of the sky garden to view the sea. There were two separate colours, comparing the water within the barrage and the water outside (aka the seawater). The barrage water was darker while the outside-water, which was a lot more wavey and dangerous, was bluer &amp;amp; greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide14.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While boredly waiting for the girls to slowly take their time to walk up and enjoy the scenery. Don't know what Willy was trying to do. Oh ya, while the two were standing there while I readied the camera, something damn funny and terrifying happened. Someone was releasing his kite to go up into the sky, and it was red, massive and had two damn long tails! They flicked all over Willy and Gabriel as they stood at that parapet. Hahahahahahhah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagined if they caught on those tails and were lifted up (though of course they would wait 100+kg combined and bring the kite falling down into the barrage waters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide15.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor, this one! I think this one became the highest-flying kite at the end of the day. Honestly, looking at these kites somehow give me acrophobia. Soon, those three girls managed to finally reach us. We were under the sun drying our wet clothes (we would change into our fresher sets later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide16.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third of four group photos. You'll find the last one all the way below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we left! About to go to East Coast Park, until it began drizzling till raining super-heavily while we waited at the bus-stop. We chiong-ed into the shuttle bus when it arrived and all got seats to enjoy. I suggested we postpone the East Coast Park thing to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide17.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I think next week I'm having a little bit of activities going on, though once I've said it, they will all get strangely cancelled so I get to linger at home. Never mind, I can always find myself something to do. The book I bought, at $26, has not been read yet. Feel as though I waste money so freely, so I'll read it when I have nothing to do. Good! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, Felicia suggested we go to KBox. So co-incidentally, I was thinking about it the day before, but I had no idea who to go with. The previous time was with Deborah, Gabriel, Gaoxian and Nazma back in January 2009 when we celebrated Deborah's birthday. Of course, all of them listened to English music. To go with Felicia, Zihui and Gabriel (who has half-converted) would be to only hear Korean music throughout the whole KBox session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, since they suggested, we went anyway. We went to the CineLeisure one because it was closest to us, so much better compared to going to SAFRA near Jurong Point, which will take a very boring MRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide18.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above-photo was taken with a flash shot. Felicia looks quite funny ah. Hahahahahhaha! I, Gabriel and Willy ordered the dunno what Shirley Temple, a mocktail, while the other three ordered dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide19.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this picture has no flash. And then we began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the lyrics to the songs made no sense la. Like Christina Aguilera's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, which goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"I am beautiful in every single way. Words &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; bring me down. I am beautiful, no matter what they say. Yes, words &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; bring me down. So don't you bring me today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, is "words CAN'T bring me down" la, stupid! I know the pronunciation of that word in the song sounded like "can", but that's how the Americans say it wat, and besides, and if you hear properly and read the rest of the lyrics, it's pretty obvious this song is about strength and inner beauty, so why would there be a line that says "words can bring me down". ?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics for Dirrty was also not completely accurate, but it was still good la. Oh yeah, they searched but there were no Korean songs that they liked, like Gee, the So-woniu-male-BWA and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide20.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide21.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that photo, we looked like we were on drugs or something. Sometimes we should stand on the seats and jump, but then the waiter would come in and cause everything to be awkward. And shit them, everytime there was a very climatic part of the song, the waiter would come in la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the climatic chorus at the back of the song, Listen, which I and Willy were singing. Then Willy said that we missed the very loud part because of the waiter. GRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the second time we did Dirrty, a waitress came in when we were on the final line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing getting just a little naughty! Wanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get dirrty&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's about time &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for my arrival. Oh, what.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zihui then started complaining that she was preparing to scream, "OH WHAT?!", but couldn't in the end. Hahahahaha, same lor! Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide22.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above songs were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circus&lt;/span&gt; (upper photos) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt; (lower photos). Surprisingly that they have a relatively new song such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;. And yet they don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide23.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots throughout the KBox session, which lasted till 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide25.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch My Body&lt;/span&gt; because the girls went to the bathroom. That idiot cartoon popped up and blocked Mariah's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the last few songs were the Taylor Swift numbers that Zihui was more familiar with, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Belong With Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide26.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, final group photo shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/Slide27.jpg" color="white" width="500" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed home. Willy kindly allowed me, Felicia and Zihui to lompang his taxi while he paid for the whole thing. I got off at Lakeside, with Felicia and Zihui as well (who then used the MRT to go home), and then reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I then spilled my water bottle on my laptop. And now it's not working. Wouldn't turn on. And my handphone's a little siao as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-7483869257414860619?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/7483869257414860619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/drippin-ova-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/7483869257414860619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/7483869257414860619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/drippin-ova-my.html' title='Drippin&apos; Ova My'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Barrage/th_DrippinOvaMy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-2685567531103790299</id><published>2009-11-21T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:19:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair; Book; Blood; Busybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/BBBB.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am now posting like once per week only. The good thing is, there will be quite a bit to summarize up in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Slightly headache-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Rainy afternoons that create a cooling atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Walking outdoors after the rain, 'cause your heels get damn &lt;s&gt;dirrty&lt;/s&gt; dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl Season 2 DVD Box Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight For This Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Cheryl Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get In da Club)&lt;/span&gt; - Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And oh yes, like I have stated in my new tagboard, VIP readers, excluding Yeeseng, are supposed to tag within 48 hours after the publication of the post after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End of the Woah&lt;/span&gt;. Those who have tagged, in chronological order, are Arfian, Willy, Wan'er, Weichin, Gabriel and Felicia, which leaves only Rita and Zihui. I actually think Rita is really busy with her Grad Nite shtick, but Zihui has no excuse, and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fighting with her brother over the computer&lt;/span&gt;" no longer counts. Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk randomly for moments before I start narrating my Health Conference experience yesterday. I don't really remember the dates, but I did meet up with Gabriel, Felicia, Zihui, Rita and Shi Hwee, supposedly to 'study' Chemistry. In the end, though, I got Rita to help me buy the box set for Season 2 of Gossip Girl. Strangely enough, the counter guy didn't check if Rita was 16-years-old or not, becuase the DVDs were NC16. It's either because 1) Rita looked 16 [or possibly looked older than that], or, 2) He didn't know it was NC16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went to my house and we watched the first two episodes together. I then drove them away hahahahahhahaha. Some needed to go to various parts of Orchard. Spent the remainder of the day watching more episodes, and the subsequent two days as well, so I completed all 25 episodes (spread across 7 discs) in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch them with my siblings though. Most of them I was alone watching, then when they came home, they would, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ey, Gossip Girl! You bought ah?! Season what?!&lt;/span&gt;" and start sitting there to watch with me as well, although I'll get a little irritated because I spent a whole $80 on it and they get to see it for free. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be so calculative/stingy&lt;/span&gt;," you will say. I know, I know. It's just that I've been the only person in the family who has been regularly supplying DVDs to the family collection, and the other two HAVE NOT throughout the year la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Yikwai and Emily came to my house to do the Grad Nite videos together. It was pretty funny, especially when we entered the Guangdong Immersion Trip folder and laughed at a few photos where Emily was playing the Tug-o-war and her facial expressions were... So this is one day where I get to meet up with fresh blood. It's always healthy to be around different people once in a while (at least for me. When I told Wan'er that, she said she hates it and would prefer to be around the same familiar people all the time). Anyway, found a photo which I immediately stole into my Desktop. Yikwai and Emily laughed when I said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want this&lt;/span&gt;!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/IMG_1376.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks cool ah! Sad that Willy is part of the out-of-focus, since the image is supposed to concentrate on foregrounding Arfian. Anyway the buses behind make them look as though they are going to war in coach buses instead of military vehicles. Hahahahahhahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yikwai and Rita in school on Tuesday, the day after our home-meeting, to show the videos to Ms Lee, and Mrs Pang, who was there. Emily overslept, and by the time she came, we have already finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Emily went to have breakfast together at McDonalds. I was asking her about what she thought about my sister when she came the day before. She was damn damn damn surprised that my sister was 13. She thought she was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16 or 17&lt;/span&gt;". Hahahahah! And she said she looked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very mature&lt;/span&gt;" and her voice was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very low&lt;/span&gt;", and that she was very serious-looking. She also added that she thought she was my brother's girlfriend last year when she saw my family sending me off at the airport during the Guangdong Immersion Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's talk about today first. I first need to thank Atikah and Arfian for sending me a Word document each about their drafts for their own individual potential novels. Atikah has been writing her own stories, using fantasy and romance as genres (most probably inspired by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;). She told me she recently scrapped a previous draft and is now working on a new one, which she sent me. It's entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuroi Hoshi&lt;/span&gt;, and it means... Black Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was Japanese-themed with many Japanese vocabulary, but it turned out that the characters all had Japanese names, but the story was primarily English. Hahahahahah. Very co-incidentally while reading her draft (which comprised of three incomplete chapters in 5000+ words), Arfian came up to me on MSN to tell me he had a story draft too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redemption&lt;/span&gt;, which totally answers my question. I saw his MSN personal message saying " Redemption: Chapter 2 " once and was thinking what it was about. I also read his incomplete draft of 1 chapter in 1000+ words. The genre was fantasy/adventure, I think. The two drafts were both interesting start-offs, but I could only give advice to Arfian's story since I write fantasy-adventure as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I ever wrote a fantasy-love story was about Truth or Dare, and it was halfway done and never finished. And that was probably the first and only story that I used first-person as a female lead character. I never like to use first-person and usually my lead characters are all males. And I wrote that story before I even knew what Twilight was. I think it was back in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to fantasy/adventure, though, I have many many stories (complete ones in fact) written over many years. My very first story, in 2002 (i think), was my first take in fantasy, inspired by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George's Marvellous Medicine&lt;/span&gt;, where a boy with poor academic skills creates potions and wins a talent contest. Subsequent stories include a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky High&lt;/span&gt;-inspired school of superpowers, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;-inspired school of fire, water, air and earth. In 2007, I wrote a story which I now consider very dull, inspired by the hospitalization of my classmate-friend, also about fantasy. Don't remember what it's about because it's dull to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think later in the year I wrote a story, which I think is my best and most favourite as of now, about four villains who have to become heroes. The whole thing was inspired by just one small scene in a Hong Kong drama that was playing on television. What I am trying to say is, I get my ideas from everywhere, and this is something I can advise Atikah and Arfian to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are superpowers, really, because that's what I enjoy writing the most. However, the bad thing is, most stories I have written are supposed to the first book in a series, but I've never ever ever ever written a second book to continue the story. NEVER. EVER. That's the hideous thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back in.... the late Term 2 to early Term 3, if I remember correctly, I got yet another idea inspired by the Olympic Gods, and I kept plotting out every bit of story that I can, on computer and on paper. Oh, I was even busy thinking about the story during classes. There was this time Ms Han said something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is an unorthodox method&lt;/span&gt;" during Maths. Then I, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHA!&lt;/span&gt;" and named my corrosive rain "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unorthodox Rain&lt;/span&gt;", though I later changed it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then subsequently discovered that there was an ongoing teenage fantasy book series about Olympian Gods and I bought the first book as a form of "research". When you want to write something, you need to spend a lot of research in deconstructing its universe before constructing it back. Aiya, people will think I am crazy, but when they write a story on their own, it'll probably suck if they do not know the techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gave Arfian some tips on how to build and describe his universe. Hopefully he's completed Chapter 2 by now, or maybe he scrapped the whole thing. Meanwhile, I think I need to start on my Book One because it's been several months of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I walked from Lake Park to Japanese Garden to Chinese Garden and MRTed to Popular at Jurong East, because I wanted to stimulate some ideas. Then there was this big fat question that slammed right into my face about the origins of my story which I most probably forgot the answer to (since it's been months) or entirely neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at Popular, I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt; DVD! There's this free notebook and poster (yeehaw). I cannot believe I contemplated whether to buy it or not. Hello lah, it's Harry Potter. It's a necessity in Ignatius Lee. I still need to buy Rihanna's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rated R&lt;/span&gt; album when it releases in the upcoming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back home, I am looking forward to eating my dinner, then turning on the hall air-cons, shutting the windows, dimming the lights, taking out my Yami Yogurt (which I specifically went to Jurong Point to buy shortly after reaching home to deposit my DVD) to eat, and then watching Harry Potter! I am gonna pull the sofa nearer to the TV to make it cozier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Arfian and Atikah in their stories! Don't scrap your story if you don't know what to write! You need to do a lot of research* if you want to create a solid novel! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to quickly read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say You're One of Them&lt;/span&gt;, the Oprah's Book Club book selection about African children and the pains they go through.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I bought it earlier in the day before Atikah and Arfian suddenly told me they were writing stories. SUPER CO-INCIDENTAL RIGHT. I buy a book in many months, and later in the day my friends tell me something book-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went to Republic Polytechnic with Min Aung and Wei Yan yesterday. We went into Agora Hall 4 after confirming our identities. Wow, it was damn big. Will compare it with the SAFRA Grad Nite location. I and Min Aung realised we were in the same groups for the three cluster segments, while Wei Yan was entirely different from us. Hahahahaha! Which meant she was alone by herself during the cluster segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit with strangers to share the tables. Two were from Dunearn Sec and two were from Shuqun Sec. After waiting and trying to sleep, we had like two talks back-to-back. There's this interesting one by this guy, Martin Tan, and he gave us a short story about procrastination, the whole "today-tomorrow" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide1.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had "tea break" of siewmai and fishballs that didn't look like balls. Then we had this talk by Dunearn. Weiyan kept laughing because during a ball game demonstration, the ball that was thrown by a volunteer smacked into the photographer who was sitting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then broke off into our first cluster, which was about tests on sports. There was this balancing thing that I and Min Aung didn't try (we were the only two that didn't try).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this jumping test and I and Min Aung didn't do as well. Supposed to see how high you can jump. Then the spacial estimation test. We have to pull an object from a certain place, and then say what distance we pulled it. I said 10cm but mine turned out to be 15+cm. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one is the reaction time test. WAH! THAT ONE SHIOK AH! I was the last to go. There is this line of small light bulbs queued up over like a few metres. When the machine is turned on, a light will run through the line of bulbs VERY VERY quickly. Like two seconds across so two metres or something. We have to click a button to stop the light when it is at the centre lightbulb, which means our reaction time must be damn fast. 0.01 second slower and we might be at the next light bulb, because there are many bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone didn't stop the light at the middle lightbulb. Usually one earlier, one later, two earlier, two later or somewhere along there. In the end only one person stopped the light at the middle lightbulb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! You know why?! We all get two chances each. While everyone was concentrating on stopping the light at the middle bulb, I knew that I would not be able to do so due to my reaction time, so I aimed for two bulbs after the middle bulb! Like that, since I usually while react too early, I will react at the correct bulb, the middle bulb! The first time I did it, I was one bulb too slow. The second time I did it, I got the correct bulb. Everyone "woah" while I slowly turned around, looked at Min Aung with a smirk and went, "muahahaha" softly. Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, while we were going to that cluster, there were some Republic Poly people around that told us, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RP sucks! SP rocks! NP rocks! Dun come here!&lt;/span&gt;" And then later one of them tapped me on the shoulder and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously, RP sucks.&lt;/span&gt;" Hahahahahahah! I found it really amusing throughout. As much as they say Republic Poly sucks, I think it looks like a shopping centre in a good way. Singapore Poly and Ngee Ann Poly look a lot more old compared to it, because it is. Republic Poly was opened towards the end of 2007, hence it's well-furnished, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to have lunch, where Mr Seow then came to find us. Also, the whole time we helped each other take food, and Min Aung would always be the one clearing the plates away. Hahahahahahhahaha. Then we went to Cluster 2, the most boring (poster-viewing for almost an hour. We sat down there and tried to sleep while I talked to Min Aung about Sec 3 studies. He got into 3A'10.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Cluster 3, we went to the gym to have a theory and practical lesson. It was damn funny whenever we bluntly tried something out and the gym assistant would come over and tell us we are doing it wrongly and then tell us to do otherwise. You see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide5.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide6.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the left picture, Min Aung is anyhow-doing that machine, and you can see the assistant coming over. In the right picture, he's almost controlling the whole thing. Hahahahahha! Min Aung then said something damn funny that I quoted him by copying down the words into a saved text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...then he come disturb me. Busybody.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Min Aung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahahah! To think he would say that! Later while we watched a girl do a leg exercise machine, the lab assistant came over and changed the weights from (1) to (4), which means from 4kg to 16kg, saying that (1) was too redundant. Min Aung then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People want put 1 he so busybody for what.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Min Aung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahahah! I never saw it as 'busybody' cause he was actually trying to teach us the right way and it was his job anyway. Hahahahahah! What I find funny is that a person like Min Aung would say such things. Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we went back for two on-the-spot projects to do. The two Dunearn guys have left, and we were assigned by a facilitator per table. The first is a Code Red game to design a mock makeshift vehicle for a rescue operation. You know, the facilitator had really long hair, is currently in Republic Poly, and he sounds (accent) and looks like Malay but he told us he is actually pure Chinese. SHOCKER! Anyway, after the project there was a race to see whether the vehicle would fall apart or not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide3.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide4.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was adrenaline-filled sia, seeing those vehicles run! Hahahahahha, it's because the vehicle was supposed to be worn by yourself, and the legs would be the wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Healthconf/Slide7.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Weiyan, our vehicle, because she was the smallest person in our table and would easily fit into the "ambulance". Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, the second project was a really silly one to answer questions on how to make a campaign. After that, there was a prize-giving, where we didn't win anything (of course), and we went home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's pretty much it! Am still looking forward to my Harry Potter thing tonight. Until then,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-2685567531103790299?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/2685567531103790299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/blair-book-blood-busybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/2685567531103790299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/2685567531103790299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/blair-book-blood-busybody.html' title='Blair; Book; Blood; Busybody'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_BBBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-8860588150480653227</id><published>2009-11-06T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:26:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Til Death Do Us Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/1.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever talked about doing a proper Halloween party was back in the first-half of the year (if I'm not wrong), with Karen and some others while walking the second level of Jurong Point. I'm ecstatic to say it materialized on October 31, 2009, the actual Halloween date, where me and eight others &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; Halloween... a little oddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Epiphany that the holidays are here [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I'm quite slow&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Movies with massive impacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: iPods that hang [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi-5, Felicia!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black and Gold&lt;/span&gt; - Sam Sparro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait Your Turn&lt;/span&gt; - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Halloween takes place at the very end of Halloween, for those who do not know. That means a fixed October 31, 2009. Usually, people associate Halloween with black and orange (due to darkness and pumpkins). In the teenage world, Halloween means dress-up and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm ever doing Halloween, and coupled with the fact that I was facing a lot of bailed invitations, it was not that easy to handle an appropriate Halloween. We intended on having a perfect 13-ensemble, but we only managed to get 9 people with 6 bail-ers of assorted reasons. Nevertheless, I met Felicia and Zihui at around 2pm+ and we went to Felicia's condo's function room. It was different from mine, like Felicia had warned, but I realised it was a lot more customizable than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/2.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, obviously it's a lot less spookier than it looks above, because I maximized the contrast level for that photo :P. Anyway, after doing up the place with various Halloween decorations that Felicia/Zihui/Shi Hwee/Karen did, the room looked cozy enough for a party! Let me now introduce the nine participants. The photos below were edited (very obviously), and the characters were randomly assigned during class. Some of us traded characters&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Also, the character dress-up scores were given by myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloVanneh.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grim Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I made her face look whiter in the shot. Meanwhile, I think it's pretty obvious that she failed to understand the concept of a Grim Reaper! Instead of being that skeletal being, she printed out a picture of a cartoon Grim Reaper and held it in her hand! =.= I do give her credit for doing something on her face to make it greener and orangey-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Score: 40/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloFelicia.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She had to sacrifice her time in doing the party, hence she didn't come up with any massive ghostly costume to wear. That pumpkin head has nothing got to do with her. She merely pasted it on her face for the above photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Score: 35/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloZihui.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zihui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She sacrificed her cape, which was made of garbage bag, to cover-up the windows. Still, it's quite obvious that she's a witch because she's in black, has a hat and a wand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Score: 50/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloShihwee.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Hwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad Magician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Originally the Witch Doctor, I changed it to Mad Magician since it's easier. Shi Hwee donned a glittery mask, dressed up in black and had this rabbit to accompany her. Cool right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 85/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloWaner.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I think if I don't pass her for her dress-up, she's gonna pull me into her sarcophagus. Anyway, she's the most funniest among all of us because we wrapped her up in toilet paper, and whenever she walked, they started dropping out of her limbs! Hahahahhaha! The funniest-est-est part was, when we were doing stuff and needed to wipe something, we would go to her arm and pluck the tissue paper off her! Hahahhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 70/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloRita.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I entirely forgot about her so I'm writing this post-published. Ehhh, what to say, you know I can't score her lousily since I forgot about her. Anyway, she looks like a modern &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; vampire and not those typical ones, which is... passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 75/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloWeekiat.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You know, with Gabriel (who did not attend the party)'s help, Wee Kiat pulled the wizard look off, with stars on his face, a hand and a wand! His was probably the most difficult to make because of the coloured facial stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 90/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloIgnatius.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, that's very strange, referring to myself in third-person. Oh well, my green skin was edited in, so I actually have only lines on my face as a Frankenstein. Still, I think I pass lor! Some of them barely look freaky at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 65/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/HalloKaren.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, wait. You know ah, Karen is supposed to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAK DOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and what she promised to dress up as turned out as some fashion diva. She was the least freakiest of us all, the most normal looking, and she even said she thought she looked scary! She even wore those Kanye West pink shades. It was funny that I could find a picture of Paris Hilton wearing those glasses, so now she looks exactly like her! And guess what, I'm gonna give her a score of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Score: 0/100&lt;/span&gt; (as Freak Doll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Score: 90/100&lt;/span&gt; (as Paris Hilton, which was NOT assigned to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like what Arfian would have said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epic phail&lt;/span&gt;. =.= !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what a true freak doll is, taken from a photo in 2008 by the great Gabriel Yeong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Dolls3.jpg" color="white" border="3" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that the introductions are over, let us begin with what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/3.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zihui and her natural laughter. You know, Felicia lives in a pretty-secluded place which requires quite a bit of walking after the bus-stop we alights. It's neighbouring Wee Loon's condo, as Felicia said. Anyway, when we got calls that the others were arriving, I and Zihui walked all the way to the bus-stop, only to get informed from a call by Felicia that some have already entered the condo on their own. So we walk back. Halfway through that, we get another Felicia-call to walk BACK to the bus-stop and get the remaining people since they missed the stop. Hence, we do so, and I crossed over the road to the other side just in case. I see the remainders walking uphill, and then, they suddenly cross the road. I screamed at them to de-cross. Hahahahahha! We all then made it back to Felicia's condo function room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/4.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/5.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway, we all started getting prepared for our dress-ups. Like I've said, Felicia and Zihui sacrificed their time to get the food ready, so they weren't able to successfully meet the expectations of their characters. The others, though, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see above, Shi Hwee's putting baby powder on Wee Kiat's face to make it whiter, though the last I've checked, isn't the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt; supposed to be the white-face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/6.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is! Yep, you can tell that Rita's face is relatively whiter, although in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; movie, the vampires there were hell a lot whiter. Never mind la. Being Asian, we have slightly darker skin than them, so it'll take a lot of powder to get our skins equally white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/7.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me taking a fabulous shot with the fabulous Paris Hilton. You can see that I already have thick stitch marks across my forehead, drawn with a marker by Felicia. They don't look really stitchy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/8.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan'er getting wrapped! Okay, that's one of the many attempts. As you study her throughout the photos, her mummy wraps are different in almost every shot. Take the next one for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/9.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/10.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the toilet papers are around her limbs. The previous one was like a dress, over her everywhere. And Rita also put some lipstick on her to make her lips redder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was pretty much settled and the sky was being to darken (everyone had assembled at 5pm, and after further preparations, it was over 6pm). The cool thing was, it was raining! We are really lucky to have a stormy night with lightning and thunder to celebrate our inaugural Halloween party. As you see, all of us are doing O Levels next year, so we wouldn't have a Halloween for 2010, making this year the only year where we do a Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began with the eating, since the curry and the salads and the tidbits were all waiting. I ate the chicken curry and was pretty much scooping up every potato that I see. The chickens had like toothpicks inside them or something. I only remembered I kept spitting something out into a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was preparing the Taboo games. The first time I played it was during Hari Raya Puasa months back. Back then, they were all screaming into each other's ears attempting to distract each other. Hahahahah!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/11.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/14.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I based the Taboo game words on everything that was in conversation around me, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;storm&lt;/span&gt;. Of course I made my own ones, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;. One of the taboo words under that was "Ignatius", because if the player said "Ignatius love this singer", it was be too obvious. Hence, this was how Mariah Carey was described during the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone in our school love this bitch.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Vanessa Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahahahah! I laughed non-stop! I don't remember how the partner successfully guessed Mariah Carey in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/12.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see Wee Kiat's hat, Zihui's spider-web and spider, a Halloween silhouette chain and a pirate flag all behind. Really Halloween, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/13.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I meant by how we would use Wan'er's tissue papers when we needed them! She was like the paper roll dispenser that you find in toilet cubicles! Hahahhahaa, and they are usually empty, so Wan'er's an efficient one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/15.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arfian finds the above picture, which Karen told me to use as a display picture on MSN, funny. Guess whose hand is that, feeding me that Super Ring. Clue, it's the bloodsucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/16.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mad Magician endorses MariGold Apple Juice, as you can see from above. Oh well, we finished playing all three rounds of Taboo, with Shi Hwee's team emerging as winners (even though I told Vanessa's team would win). We then moved on to our next game, the popular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squad Seven&lt;/span&gt; which I played during my sleepover with Gabriel, Shi Hwee, Karen and Rita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/18.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explaining the game to them. As there were nine of us, I became the game master and the eight were split into two teams of four, with a pair from each competing against each other in a total of two rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt;, 1st-runner-up, 2nd-runner-up and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Shi Hwee&lt;/span&gt; - Rita - Vanessa - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; - Wee Kiat - Wan'er - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zihui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Felicia was the most frantic of the four players in Round 2, and yet she won, because Wee Kiat's seven teammates (of the game) died earlier than hers. Back in Round 1, Karen was the WORST player of all man! She kept slamming her hand at the wrong cards! Hahahahahahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very amusing to see her teammates die so soon though! Hahahhahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded on to play the game where you shut the lights and everyone moves, and you turn on the lights and everyone has to freeze, and those that make movements (or laugh) lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few rounds, I was hands-down the FIRST to lose because I kept bloody laughing instantly when the lights turned on! Like a knock-off effect, Karen would laugh immediately after I laugh, and then Zihui would laugh to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only some assholes like Shi Hwee, Vanessa and Wee Kiat remained frozen. Wan'er did persevere during one of the rounds, freezing up stubbornly that we took photos of her looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/17.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/19.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo la, not the first. She frigging looked damn scary sia! And suddenly one of us shut off the lights so that they could resume moving again. Then I screamed out loud cause I thought there was a blackout and this haunted freak was in front of me. The opening photo for this post is Wan'er, if you realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our final round, Shi Hwee and Wee Kiat were persistent in not moving or laughing. We realised they were both facing each other, so we decided to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/20.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA! IT WAS DAMN FUNNY! If you see closely, Wan'er and Vanessa tied Shi Hwee's hands up with tape so that she couldn't detach herself from that blue deco shimmy shimmy thing! Hahahahhahahahahah! Then Shi Hwee's fingers were struggling to break free but she obviously couldn't! Same for Wee Kiats hand, though I think Shi Hwee's is damn funny cause the tape ring is still dangling there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a video ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then shut the lights and all left the function room and watched as the two of them just stood there, STILL NOT MOVING. Rita used my iPod and amplifier to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Want To Know What Love Is&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! I couldn't stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, we all took a short break, having crowned both of them winners since none of them wanted to give in. After that, we all sat in a circle and started playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Have I Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/21.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton staring at me unhappily. She wore those glasses whenever she was pissed off at us for making fun of her. One of the greatest laughs was her wardrobe malfunction. HAHAHAHH! Will not go on. Pretty sure I will not forget the details of it all for a really long time! Hahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Have I Ever&lt;/span&gt; is a drinking game where we pass the 100 Plus around in many rounds. If I start, I say, "Never have I ever...." and complete the sentence. Those that HAVE done that before would need to drink from the bottle. The game continues as each person states something they have not done, and it ends when the bottle is emptied, which was with Wee Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most surprising one was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never have I ever left Singapore&lt;/span&gt;" by Vanessa. All of us had to drink of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played the Zookeeper/Monkey game where one of us had to spot out the player who is making actions and causing the others to follow those actions as well. Everytime we had a new guesser among us, that guesser would keep suspecting Wan'er of being the king monkey. Hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realised it was closing to 10pm before we started packing up the place, taking those character introductory shots, and finally, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/22.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That garbage bag was stuck to my leg when I walked over to them, so I had to let it hang out. Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The aftermath&lt;/span&gt;: Zihui was laughing the whole time seeing me clean off those marker drawings off my face. I went home with Rita, talking about the transition from Sec 1 to present. It's pretty bumming that we're Sec 4 next year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gulps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The following people are successfully entering my private blog and gaining complete access, in specific order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Arfian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Wan'er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Willy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Yee Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I welcome the five of you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ignatius Said What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now, have fun reading ten months of archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Weichin, Gabriel, Zihui and Felicia didn't take a short time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and theirs were only six months. ;D&lt;/span&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/6044302563535966540-8860588150480653227?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/8860588150480653227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/til-death-do-us-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/8860588150480653227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/8860588150480653227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/11/til-death-do-us-party.html' title='&apos;Til Death Do Us Party'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Hlwn/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-5739739905082030027</id><published>2009-10-30T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:29:50.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering Highestnote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;==THIS IS THE FIRST POST IN MY LIFE THAT GOT LEAKED. KHOO WEICHIN READ A DRAFT OF IT. I UPDATED IT SO IT LOOKS A LOT DIFFERENT FROM THE ONE HE READ. OH WELL. THAT'S WHAT HE GETS FOR GAINING FULL ACCESS TO MY BLOG.==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four words. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Released, yet held back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Movies with massive impacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Subconsciously humming songs out loud in front of old people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: Spider-man 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loverboy&lt;/span&gt; - Mariah Carey ft. Cameo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time For Miracles&lt;/span&gt; - Adam Lambert, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt; - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This post is split into nine segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Contents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;: One Sweet Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;: Slow Down Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;: Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;: Thank God I Found You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;: Through The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VII&lt;/span&gt;: Fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIII&lt;/span&gt;: More Than Just Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IX&lt;/span&gt;: Entering Highestnote (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I: Stay The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 25th October, 2009, a Sunday, I, Shi Hwee, Rita and Wee Kiat watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;! It's a visually captivating animated film because of all those interesting food launching down from the sky once every few seconds! I kept laughing whenever the characters pronounced the initials of that water-converting machine, but the very first time I couldn't stop laughing was when the protagonist's father changed his "10% Off" dales sign to "100% Off", which meant all his goods would be sold for free! Hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite scenes was when the protagonist and the female lead (whom I recognize to be the voice of Anna Faris) enter the Jello house together. They kept bouncing up and down the yellow jelly walls/ceilings/floors. Seemed so fun and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yep! It's an awesome film that's worth buying the DVD. I sat the furthest-left, next to Rita, who was next to Shi Hwee, who was next to Wee Kiat. I'm becoming random but this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt; = Randy Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Hwee&lt;/span&gt; = Kara DioGuardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt; = Paula Abdul (since the new season hasn't started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius &lt;/span&gt;= Simon Cowell&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahahahahahaha, and then after that, we walked around for a bit, bought Yami Yogurt, and all of a sudden, Shi Hwee and Wee Kiat co-incidentally needed to go to the toilet, so they passed their yogurt cups to us to hold. I and Rita hence looked like we were hungry monsters eating two cups each! Hahahahahahah! We then went to walk at the park, which Rita was super frantic over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/STN1.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us kept scaring her, especially me and Shi Hwee. We walked all the way to SAFRA and then back to Jurong Point, where we relaxed at Starbucks. There were very few people left. Note, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very few&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/STN2.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/STN3.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a $6.30 Oreo Cheesecake! It looked better than it tasted, which means it looked absolutely awesome, but it tasted like cheesecake that you can buy from 7-11 or Cheers. Rita bought Hot Chocolate, and I was telling her how she would dread it if she went to England. Later Shi Hwee and Wee Kiat bought... err pastry la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing the Bubble Wrap thing, and on our second collaborated go together, I and Rita hit #2 on the High Scores chart! Hahahahaha, beginner's luck! Later, Rita and Shi Hwee joined forces to knock Wee Kiat's friend off the top spot, having scored the same amount of points as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/STN4.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we finally decided to go home. You know, I have and will always enjoy night outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II: One Sweet Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely super-duper tremendously over-the-top off-the-scale thankful to Gabriel and Glenna, my true SOS-answer-ers! When I left, I called them up and asked if I could go over to their house to chill out and release all that stress that I was trying to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I did go to their house, helped Gabriel out with his iTunes' genre chaos, got shocked that his parents had the first and fourth Mariah Carey albums in their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ancient&lt;/span&gt; CD rack, and drank bubble-tea and ate chips. After that, we rendenvoused with Felicia and Zihui, who intended to play basketball but didn't in the end because the court was being used by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/OneSweetDay.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chanced into Joanne, and I and Gabriel joined her for a 2km run around Jurong East. If it were not for all that, I would have gone home and got upset. So thank you once again, Gabriel and Glenna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;III: Slow Down Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 29 October, 2009: I met Felicia, Zihui, Joanne and Samuel at Lakeside MRT Station at circa 6.40am, since it's X Country! Cross Country la, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X Country&lt;/span&gt; looks better, just like how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xtina&lt;/span&gt; looks cooler than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;. We travelled by foot to Japanese Garden, and I realised I was around there both days before because I was exploring the massive Lake Park and its deep-in walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Dirrty2-1.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we were sitting down and talking, and I kept bouncing between two groups. Controversies aside, the mainstream levels finally had their runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walks. Most of us walked. In the beginning, Mr Goh was talking to me about the whole Chinese Language Basic deal. Minutes after, I was replaced by Willy, which means I went to join Wan'er, and then finally, Karen. We were talking and talking and finally reached the destination. The whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-round&lt;/span&gt; distance is a big slash from the previous year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three rounds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Dirrty1-1.jpg" color="white" border="3" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For prize-giving, 3A won 1st Place for the Sec 3 Girls Competition and 3rd Place for the Inter-Class Competition. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After X Country (wow. So fast then finish talking about it liao. Usually I can write one whole lengthy post about it.), I, Felicia and Zihui bounced around the MRT Stations. As you know, one portion of the whole MRT system is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lakeside&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Chinese Garden&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jurong East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Chinese Garden&lt;/span&gt;, then went back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/span&gt;, then went forward to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jurong East&lt;/span&gt;, and then went back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lakeside&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahahah! At Boon Lay, we ate yogurt inside Jurong Point. At Jurong East, we chanced upon some teachers (Mr Tan, Ms Lee, Mr Chia, Ms Lim) before eating at Long John Silver and entering Daiso. And of course, Lakeside meant my house. We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovewrecked&lt;/span&gt; and then, some particular Youtube videos that suffered heavy criticism from both Felicia and Zihui themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV: Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/3A09.png" color="White" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not enthusiastic for the last day of school, as I tweeted Rita the night before. There was gonna be Bio SPA, there are inconsistent rumours regarding the retaining matter that a minority of us would be facing, and after all, it's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last day of school&lt;/span&gt;, which means two months before actual curiculum lessons resume. Still, we'll need to be studying during the -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's best I start from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school as a Secondary 3 student for potentially the final time. We're gonna find whether we've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Promoted&lt;/span&gt; - to the next level of our stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retained&lt;/span&gt; - in the same level of our stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transferred&lt;/span&gt;- to a level of a different stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kicked out of school&lt;/span&gt; - ... okay I'm joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To be realistic, I knew I was not gonna face a transfer, but I had a small percentage of myself that thought I would get retained, because inconsistent sources of leaked information (by teachers, may I add) state 1 or 2 students from our class that would retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loverboy&lt;/span&gt; as I walk into the school, but my father drove me all the way in today. When I went up, I got really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turned-off&lt;/span&gt; seeing people whipping out their Biology SPA files, textbooks and theory files to read. Come on la! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy did the final Pledge of the year, if he realised. Shi Hwee, who did the final Announcements, said his legs weren't shaking, which is a sign that he wasn't nervous. Still, I could barely hear him from where I stood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the other EXCOs were with Mrs Pang dealing with the Councillor photos. By the time I returned to class, I realised Mr Tan was inside with the rest. Nope. No P.E., but if he was still there, then what is he doing? Teaching us Theory P.E.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was showing us his own personal results when he was a Secondary school student like us. He also showed us a video of a physically-handicapped man who gave a motivational and inspirational talk to a school. He said "get up". At first, I thought of that Ciara single. Then I remembered the song by Superchick, which goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I get up I might fall back down again, so let's get up come on. If I get up I might fall back down again. We'll get up anyway.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Was a little motivated, of course. We did our Use-Your-Hands Campaign, which was, by far, the worst I have ever experienced. The previous years were all so much more fun, with all those rag-wiping and all that. I guess it's because the school's up for demolition soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. It's not demolition right? Is it? Are they really gonna bring the house down to the ground? Or are they re-using the basic infrastructure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Immediately after that was recess. Happy to be able to eat my standard, Chicken Rice + Fish Fillet + Egg for the last time this year. Ahhh :D Went back up, and after playing this silly game with Felicia, Gabriel, Zihui and Shi Hwee, we went for Bio SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED] &lt;/span&gt;Heard there were a few that did not complete their graph. Uzair referred to his personal watch to keep track of the time, so when he heard Mr Anand say "time's up", he was surprised, since his watch had 3 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, and that was when all the teachers began bombarding us. There were some Chinese meetings to attend to, a payment to Mdm Pamela over some Broader Perspectives magazine, the AEM suggestions thing by Ms Han, that Tile project to raise funds (as presented by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STARRESECONDS&lt;/span&gt;), the Donation Cards -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which probably pissed Ms Han off the most. Yep. She was spot on. In overall, none of us put in any effort. Until ten minutes before leaving for school, I only raised $2.00, a donation from my sister, because I told her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ey! Private school one donate to public school leh! We no money one you know! You all what, private school, a lot of money ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahahahahahah! That's the advantage of having a little sister who goes to a school which will trash yours academically. My mom donated $20.00, totalling the amount at $22.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally got back our report books! I wrote, "I DON'T WANNA RETAIN" on the side of middle finger (not because it's the middle finger, but because it's the longest finger. Besides, I look to keep writing things there, like "DIRRTY").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all finally found out, albeit the concrete rumours, the person who has retained that comes from 3A. I also heard from first-hand sources that there were two retainees from 3B, three from 3C, one from 3D, and three transfers-to-4NA from 3D as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never a nice thing retaining. It's also never a nice thing finding out someone's retained, especially if you know that person as an acquaintance. It may have seemed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; to us at first, but now it's gonna hit us, square in the face, like a truck. We're finally growing up and major things are gonna happen to us, or did you not realise that because you failed to understand the message in my post, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liberate The Moth&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy said today was like 2012. Hahahahahahahaha, for only a few of us I guess. Honestly, I didn't see today like an apocalypse. I was unsurprised by my results. It was expected. Okay, except for the part where I saw C5 instead of C6. Will not go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have dragged 45 minutes already, so we were finally released. And I guess that's it for 3A'09! Thirty-nine of us are gonna see each other again as the same class in 4A'10. It's probably incredible or awesome, and I guess it's only appropriate that I mention this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It's not appropriate yet! I'll mention it in one of the following segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I and Wanxuan, among others, met Mr Goh (I am lucky to still have him as a teacher, at least for now. Hopefully he's allowed to continue teaching next year even though he really should be resting) for a short holiday-remedial notification. I then went home, meeting Primary School friend Wenjun on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to bathe, I received a call from Zihui. So, shortly after, I went to find her and Felicia at the Jurong East library. They were doing some things to contribute for the Halloween party tomorrow night. Nine of us are going. I then left to go to the MRT's Popular, and then IMM. LaserFlair is quite amazing, ya know! They sell the 2-disc DVD edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-man 3&lt;/span&gt; for only $14.90! Of course I buy la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to watch the film. Yep, I finally finished watching that more-than-2-hour-long movie, hence I'm sorta rushing this post for a 9pm release. Only 1h 5 min left! Crap! Okay okay continue continue. Maybe I shouldn't have watched it lor! Now no more time liao! Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey wait. I think that's it for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last day of school!&lt;/span&gt; Good. Next segment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V: Thank God I Found You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware that we are not graduating, thank you very much. Still, I have many people that I feel deserve a thank-you from me, because I feel blessed and grateful to have met some awesome individuals this year, or to have discovered that awesome-ness within some individuals I knew as long as 700 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank You, 3A'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Cheryl, Chia Yen, Elena, Hairi, Hakim, Haoran, Imran, Jason, Jingli, Joanne, Junyang, Kenneth, Kevin, Mardhiyyah, Samuel, Shi Ting, Wanxuan, Wee Loon, Wei Liang, Yikwai, Zavier and others, for the school year. I knew it was not gonna be easy for all of us to blend together because some of us are attached to our Sec 2 classes (some more than others). I'm gonna tell you all how I ended my very first blog post of 2009, entitled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How's Your Orientation?&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;" Everyone's a little stiff now. Like, we are all in different classes, and our new classmates? You can't get too used to them. Well, I'm not gonna care about whether we end up being merry and happy, because I don't think they don't. Let's see how things turn out by the end of 2009. Wait, if 2A managed to finally bond at the end of 2008 (instead of 2007, where we were still 1A), does that mean 3A will actually love each other when we start taking O' Levels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can't afford to wait that long, so let's just not bother. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in retrospect, I think we're probably faster than I thought we were! I quite enjoyed myself in this class for the year, and it's gonna be cool seeing you all again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not all of us will be there, and regardless of any animosity or negativity that has occured recently, to be honest, I wouldn't like to see any of us being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some really hilarious people that I came to know this year, as I will address below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Infocomm Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my department)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Kelvin, Yikwai, Weichin, Qiwei, Kishen, Louis, Yiwin, the new Sec 1s that I keep disturbing for two sessions, Mr Asta, Mr Lim and the "Jacket Boy" which I keep irritating by saying "will you marry me?", among others. I think I am the world's worst secretary because the only thing I do is to update the notice board very irregularly and tardily, and to take the attendance of the week (yet I don't know many people's names and pronounce half the names of those that I know wrongly). Still, it's super (maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over-&lt;/span&gt;) relaxed and carefree with little stress being in this CCA, so thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Student Council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To the former Exco, the current Exco and the juniors, and of course, the teachers, especially Mr Tan, who gave me questions I could really absorb and ponder about. I've not had the most smooth-sailing time in Student Council this year, as compared to the previous years. Of course la, I've become part of the EXCO. I don't think this is yet my moment to say anything much, but I can say this: I have learnt so much from this council, and have gained so many opportunities, I would be a lot less without it, so thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember my teacher saying this about him/herself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of us has to be the bad guy&lt;/span&gt;", and it totally snapped me out of my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Ms Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For being the class mentor of 3A and for teaching us both Mathematics subjects, and most importantly, for being someone that can make the lesson more enjoyable. Honestly, it would be dreadful if you did take 4A'10 next year. I think we should tell all our parents to write a letter to request you take us next year, reason being that you know clearly all our standards, strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also pretty surprised to see that I got a VERY GOOD for my Conduct and obtained DEMONSTRATES STRONGLY for all five school values. I thought I've not been very fantastic? :P I should only get DEMONSTRATES STRONGLY for "Love for Mariah Carey". Hahahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Mr Asta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the endless opportunities you have given me during your time in this school. I would be little without the choice you have made for me. It's never too late for me to say good luck to you in the next path that you form for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Mr Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For being a nice, warm and understanding teacher who shows concern over the standard of the subject that you teach me. There have been some times where I thought that it would be awful to let you down, and yes, I have let you down being a student who fails your class miserably, but I don't want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You think I despise you, but in the end I want to thank you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause it makes me that much stronger... If it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through, so I wanna say thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighter&lt;/span&gt; by Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Arfian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For seeing me in a form of value I thought I would never be able to be seen in in many's eyes. I thank you for the respect you have given me, and if it is anything that I can return to you, it is not advice, but true respect itself. Every human, object and entity in this world deserves basic respect the moment they exist, but earning true respect can only be done by those who give it. I wholeheartedly give you my true respect. You have honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are a bubbly, exciting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firework&lt;/span&gt;-friend and companion during classes in 3A. Probably the most hilarious thing so far is the competition between me and you over Hollywood music set by Felicia and Gabriel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K for Karen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but the first thing that comes to my mind when I write this is you belting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misery Business&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the City Hall Shopping Centre. You are... a crazy person! Hahahahahahahahaha, especially when you were proclaiming your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adventures&lt;/span&gt; during Rita's birthday celebration at Orchard Road and swinging your arms up and down to hail a taxi. You are fantastic, and I never fail to laugh when I'm with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Kishen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yo, Infocomm Club would have been a little more boring if I and you weren't discussing about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacket Boy&lt;/span&gt; and what to do to irritate him. Hahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Pacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Disturbing you among ten thousand other people is what I like to do, but you should know that the more I disturb a person and see him or her resist it, the more I think that person is cool. ;) In other words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you rock&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this post is not about people's embarrassing candid photos. :D I barely have any photos of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Peiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The best person to teach lyrics to is you! It started with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O-o-o-o-o-ooo-o-obsessed&lt;/span&gt;, and then we did a Dirrty Test for you to learn the chorus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty&lt;/span&gt;. I remember a time in class where everyone stumbled at the line, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's about time for my &lt;/span&gt;-", and you suddenly finished it with, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrival&lt;/span&gt;". Hahahahahahahaha! You are a very nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Uzair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the beginning when we sat next to each other, it was a little *cricket sounds*, but by the end of it, it was a marvellous experience, and hearing your views is always breath-taking. Good to know that you know that I'm not some quiet-boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was definitely a little weird when you were quite nice to me, as like you are to the billions of people in the world, because that would always make me think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay what does this person want from me"&lt;/span&gt;, but nope, I've since known that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; a nice person :D.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Deborah &amp;amp; Nazma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Of the many people this year, I miss you two the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Gaoxian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I remember telling you last week, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate my life. My life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;" And you said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your life doesn't suck! Got me in it!&lt;/span&gt;" And then I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, with you around, things always get funny and enjoyable, and because of that, I don't think my life sucks anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Am I your worst secretary or what. Hahahahahahahaha, thank you for all you have done for Infocomm Club, the dedications, time, effort and work that you sacrifice, and also, thank you for the support you give.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Ling Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're a person who may seem like an extra helping hand, but you will realise that you are a huge hand that can lift buildings up into the sky. And I keep enjoying saying to you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you don't (insert something here), I make you duty for the whole year!"&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Rita Indah Lestari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita Xia Tai&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita Xia Tai&lt;/span&gt;! You have been divine all-year, with your chicken antics and your what-nots, and only today did I shout out loud, "RITA INDAH LESTARI! INDONESIAN AMBASSADOR!" Hahahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentiments you gave me online on July 1, 2009, was something that made me feel very blessed. You may not remember what you told me, but it was very encouraging, and it stands out from the rest of the people who would say nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why you are the first person from July that I knew I wanted to allow access to my blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Rita Pandey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Okay, what is it about the fabulous Rita that I can say about? Aha! I and Gabriel kept telling you, "we support you, even though you hate us," and it is your reaction that is the joke. Hahahaha! Oh yeah, the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bossy Rita&lt;/span&gt; persona that I get to see halfway through this year. Very interesting! And finally, I kept pressing the tip of your pen to turn it off whenever you wanted to write something. Hahahahahahahahahah! Sitting with you for the last term of school was memorable. You are phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Shi Hwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't have an opening nickname or address for you like how I did it with Karen's message above, because the usual ones are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;____ ____ Nan Peng You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sihua&lt;/span&gt;, and a recent one was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baigujing&lt;/span&gt;. Ahhh, at least I do have a very-good friend in the Student Council EXCO, or things would be miserable! I dare to be crazier whenever I see you crazy. HAhahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I have a brain-damage writing messages to 1A'07-2A'08-3A'09 friends because I've been with them so long and am gonna spend another year with them. Will definitely have an even longer message for you when next year ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sticks out tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I win! ;D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duaneh-ssa&lt;/span&gt;! You are probably in one of the Top 20 People I Love To Disturb The Most, and I can still remember the Youth Olympics meeting that we had and seeing each other and Atikah panic like mad! I still think you're fantastic for passing through the video while I and Atikah backed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes. Seeing you sing forcibly, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your touch is so magic to me&lt;/span&gt;" when I and Gabriel did the intro to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Sex Magic&lt;/span&gt; is so funny, I cannot erase that scene from my mind. Hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Vivienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've known you a lot more this year, largely because of Gabriel. You are, amazingly, an awesome person! It's almost like I met you for the first time this year, hahahahahah! And oh ya, I'm starting to realise that you and Gabriel somehow look alike lor!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Wan'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ey, do you think you're very beautiful?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Willy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The one that volunteers (note that I didn't force you ah!) to help me buy recess food for me! I estimate that I owe you around $20-$30. 3A would be more boring without you, as you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a friendly gesture, I found it a little superficial when guys called each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bra-der&lt;/span&gt; easily, because a true brotherly person is someone who is astronomical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my brotherly person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Yeeseng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was surprised to see that you kept that keychain that I gave you from the UK. That retarded two-sided red/blue one which says... I even forgot what they said. Something like GOOD and NOT GOOD or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry if I caused any retarded mini-controversy regarding the... no! You asked not to talk about it anymore, and I won't, because I believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been great.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank You, Wan'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Okay la you really think my message to you to end this school-year is that short meh?! You know me how long liao! You really think I will lidat meh?! Even though I'm going to hell, I also won't go until so low lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we see each other everyday, one of my favourite things to do with you is to chat with you online, using capital letters throughout, then really laughing out loud occassionally. You are the only fellow Christina Aguilera fan that I can find, and I just taught you the Spanish version of Come On Over Baby (All I Want Is You) today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end with this though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ey, do you think you're very beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Don't answer me. Cause I know what it is already! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Felicia. Thank You, Gabriel. Thank You, Weichin. Thank You, Zihui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the many people there are that I know, I am most grateful to the four of you, who hold me up at the pedestal that I can be on in your eight eyes. I've expressed all my thankfulness to you all throughout my blog posts, and always know that I will always love the four of you even if we may argue at some times (especially you, Felicia). I believe I don't need to write anything much, because you four already know how important you are to me. I wouldn't be with spirit today without any one of you four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Felicia, Gabriel, Weichin and Zihui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Voice Within&lt;/span&gt; spoke out to me, especially its bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is a journey. It can take you anywhere you choose to go. As long as you're learning, you'll find out all you ever need to know. You'll make it. You'll break it. Just don't forsake it because no one can tell you what you can do. No one can stop you. You know that I'm talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your music has been a book of guidance for me, especially with the above song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figher, Beautiful, Can't Hold Us Down, Walk Away, Impossible, Hurt, Save Me From Myself&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna get ROWDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna get a little unRULY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it fired up in a HURRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna get DIRRTY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's about time that I came to start the PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweat dripping over my BODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing getting just a little NAUGHTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna get DIRRTY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's about time for my ARRIVAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You, Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Definitely, 100%, hands-down, the Inspiration of the Year for me, I was able to make it through sad times with your 2002 single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through The Rain&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can make it through the rain. I can stand up once again on my own, and I know that I'm strong enough to mend. And every time I feel afraid, I hold tighter to my faith, and I live one more day, and I make it through the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to be independent and be resilient. I learnt to forgive because of the words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;, which show that only those that are able to recover are those that are truly strong. The song stayed at #1 on my iTunes for more than 16 weeks and was the first to exceed both 100 and 200 play counts, because I kept listening to it to remind myself about the message. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/span&gt; was a song that pieced a friendship back.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fly Like A Bird&lt;/span&gt; told me to find guidance in God. There are plenty of songs that remove my stress, like the R&amp;amp;B hits &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey, Fantasy, Heartbreaker, Loverboy, It's Like That, Touch My Body, I'll Be Lovin U Long Time&lt;/span&gt;, and famously, Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dominate my iTunes, and I am a proud Mariah Carey fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VI: Through The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have learned a lot throughout this year, in a non-academic sense. This is a defining year for me, and it really has awaken me that,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we really are all growing up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to make choices, and we need to be responsible for them. We need to know what's right for us, and we need to know that sometimes, it's better to learn the hard way. We need to not suppress what we have committed, but accept them and turn them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learnt to keep reminding myself never to let my family and my friends down. There have been times where I've put myself in fateful ultimatums, and I just say to myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am Ignatius Lee&lt;/span&gt;. I am not nobody. I need to make my family and friends proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surviving to fight&lt;/span&gt; all this time. It's time to change it up. It's time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight to survive&lt;/span&gt;. I can no longer be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survivor&lt;/span&gt;. I need to become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fighter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let anyone hold you down with anything unpleasant, negative or hurtful to say. Whatever they may do, whatever they may say, whatever they may think, you must never allow yourself to have your moment be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never allow yourself to enter the deadlock. Break it, or you'll spend a really long time thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what if&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work pays off. It's true. There's no such thing as the shortest, fastest and easiest route there to success. You really need to put in effort, or you'll be lingering at hell-knows-where. There's one more thing I've realised only recently. If you do not allow people to see you suffer, then you are not allowing them to see you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up, then you'll never get what you want. If you stay through it, hoping for the best, and making yourself to the best, then you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more things that I have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VII: Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the returns to school for all those leadership commitments and remedials, I'll need to be studying a lot and begin improving every aspect of my life. This segment will be shortest, because I don't want to write a bunch of stuff and realise that I don't fulfil them. I'll keep of all that in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a fighter. I ain't gon' stop. There is no turning back. I've had enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIII: More Than Just Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discussed this many times with some of my best friends. It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can find your name in the below image, you are invited to my private blog, http://ignatiussaidwhat.blogspot.com, of complete access. I have not decided when access will be granted, but it shall occur before January 1, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One condition. You need to tell me you found your name, and that will represent that you've accepted the invitation, or I'll take it that you did not, so this is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last hurdle&lt;/span&gt;. If you can't make it through this, I don't think you deserve much, huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names can be found in any direction - horizontally, vertically, diagonally, normal, reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it so happens that there's a name inside that's unintentional, then oops! That doesn't mean you've been invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IX: Entering Highestnote (The Epilogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually go crazy, looking forward to the highest note that can be hit inside a pop song filled with with belts and whistles. Whenever I listen to songs like that, it's like I enter a drug-like state whenever I hear those high notes. After those notes, I become slightly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see my Secondary school life. My highest note has not yet been yet. I don't think I've even been belting it up an octave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time for me to hit it. The peak. The tallest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fly like a bird. Take to the sky. I need You now Lord, carry me high. Don't let the world break me tonight. I need the strength of You by my side. Sometimes this life can seem so cold. I pray You'll come and carry me home. Carry me higher lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Like A Bird - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-5739739905082030027?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/5739739905082030027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/10/entering-highestnote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/5739739905082030027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/5739739905082030027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/10/entering-highestnote.html' title='Entering Highestnote'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_STN1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-7847451718538506858</id><published>2009-10-19T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:51:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empire State of Music</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to Rita Indah Lestari, who strangely flipped the 50-cent-coin heads for a thousand times to proclaim that it is 'fate' that is telling me to publish it publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get hyped up for a post like no other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Relieved as the exams are over; somehow lost in what to do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Materialization of Outings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Futility of Outings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span&gt;X Factor (Series 6) - Jamie Archer, Live Shows Week 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I took nearly 24 hours just to do this, but it was absolutely fun. There are probably gonna be a thousand spelling mistakes inside cause I did not bother to check. Aiya, you'll make out what I'm trying to say la. I can already spot some tenses/grammar mistakes liao. Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-7847451718538506858?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/7847451718538506858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/10/empire-state-of-music_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/7847451718538506858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/7847451718538506858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/10/empire-state-of-music_19.html' title='Empire State of Music'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Topfifty/th_Slide01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-3411107773434367236</id><published>2009-09-18T19:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:13:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invented Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/InventedStyle2.png" color="white" border="3" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eight months and twelve days, &lt;i&gt;Ignatius Said What&lt;/i&gt; reaches one hundred complete posts. I still remember the beginning, when I first started the blog, and right now, I am looking forward to another hundred posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;☀&lt;/span&gt;: Thrilled &amp;amp; Somnolent concurrently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;✔&lt;/span&gt;: Unique weirdness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;: Emo personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry Sorry (Buffalaxed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody In Love&lt;/span&gt; - JLS , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Need A Girl&lt;/span&gt; - Trey Songz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirrty &lt;/span&gt;- Christina Aguilera ft. Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Assume I didn't tell you earlier, you would not know that this is the hundredth post of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignatius Said What!&lt;/span&gt; It is such a tremendously awesome feeling to have completed exactly a hundred posts, because it's a significant number to me. The amazing thing is, I took eight months and twelve days to write this 100 posts. Usually, I would finish a hundred posts in a matter of four months. This time, I'm considered more than five months 'overdue'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it that I blog at a steady pace. In the past, I would blog almost once per day. This time, the numbers have decreased. The number of posts per month (on average) is 11.8, nearly merely a third of a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start this post sounding too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation Part 2&lt;/span&gt;-esque, so I'll do a quick one. I started this blog privately, and until the first of July, it was kept invisible to all my friends, only dropping simple lead-no-where hints occassionally. The first 76 posts of the blog were published under the shadow, starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How's Your Orientation?&lt;/span&gt; and concluding with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ultimate Term&lt;/span&gt;. Beginning with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RP2&lt;/span&gt;, the blog published 23 more posts in the eyes of a microscopic portion of the public: my trustworthy Felicia, Gabriel, Weichin and Zihui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already counted. 76 posts + 23 posts = 99 posts, which means this one makes the hundredth :D What I've learnt from the course of these hundred posts is how to balance your public and personal sides. These two personas can co-exist harmoniously as long as you don't neglect either. I learnt how to open up, to trust, to balance the outer and inner surfaces, and untentionally, how to capture moments using the art of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;    ☀&lt;/span&gt;: (The icon, a sun, represents the current emotion/feeling that I am in when I write the post OR that sums up the mood for the post. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; The icon is a sun because sunny is weather, which is a metaphor for a mood. In overall, the icon means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Am Feeling&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;    ✔&lt;/span&gt;: (This icon, a tick, represents something that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; fascinated with, obsessed with, think is cool, enjoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;! In overall, the icon means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This Is Cool&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;✘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (This icon, a cross, is the opposite of the previous one. It's something that I find unpleasant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;not-enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;, something that I realise I do not like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; In overall, the icon means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This Ain't Cool&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;✇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (This icon, a film roll, represents the latest movie, television show or video that I have watched that I like. Basically it's similar to a section in the sidebar of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eggnachos&lt;/span&gt; where I display the latest movie I watched. I know the icon looks really odd, but it truly is a film roll. In overall, the icon means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Recently Watched&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (This icon, a music note, represents a song that I've recently heard that I like, or a song that is stuck in my head throughout the day, or a song that I'm currently hooked on to. In overall, the icon, in terms of music, means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hooked On To&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's talk about what happened today. Dr William Tan gave us a friendly talk during a surprise assembly in school today. It was about 'The Final Sprint' and how we really have to focus for our last two weeks before the final exam of the year. I like how he's so normal. :D After school, Felicia and Zihui came to my house. We were supposed to study pretty intensively, but it was relaxed, short, and we were watching music videos and laughing for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really surprising, but yes, I've bombarded my iPod with eight male-vocal songs. I usually listen to female-vocal songs, yet I'm now listening to eight male-vocal songs, seven of them are Trey Songz are six of them are from the same album. The eighth one is by JLS, a new boy band that I know due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X Factor 5&lt;/span&gt;, and it's their song that I like most out of all eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are leaving for Perth this Sunday night, which clashes with the Hari Raya Puasa party that Nazma's holding. I guess I'm not going to that party then. Zihui can't come to study with me, Felicia and Gabriel on Monday. Quite sad about it, but as I told Gabriel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The show must go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following content is not found in the original post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Emancipation of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this, for the first time, directly to the public. As you have read, I have successfully accomplished a hundred posts, yet unfortunately, under the eyes of only four people excluding me. The past week (and maybe the week before), I have been contemplating when I will ever re-open I blog. I am thankful to a very few individuals who are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one particular person, the simple act of concern has made me decide to induct him/her into my blog somewhere before or at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is likely that my blog shall not open to the public at the end of this year. Yes, I have been gone for a long time, and I still apologize to the friends of mine who enjoy reading what I write. I am working at my own speed and moving at my own pace, and emancipation from the private life is not near (at least, that I what I feel right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very much likely that I will induct at least two people into my blog when the 'second gate' opens. I already have two people in mind, and I'm just looking out for more. Meanwhile, the four people that I already chose are deeply supportive of my blog and its content, and I thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a hundred posts, I'll give a very bleak and nearly-clueless summary of what these hundred posts are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;* blue text indicates that this post was publically published in http://igswpublic.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#01 How's Your Orientation?&lt;/span&gt; - Sec 1 orientation, my new class, my new subjects, my new year, and my new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#02 We All Know Each Other &lt;/span&gt;- I met a few acquaintances at McDonalds, feeling as though we all know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#03 The Guard of Life&lt;/span&gt; - I kept making fun of Weichin's life-saving test during Infocomm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#04 Certified Party-able&lt;/span&gt; - Celebrating Deborah's Birthday at Seoul Garden and KBox was memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#05 Crash and Blurt&lt;/span&gt; - The first micromouse competition of the year. One word, Crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#06 The Inauguration of Me&lt;/span&gt; - I became the Infocomm Club (Computer Department) Secretary. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#07 Friends and the Festive&lt;/span&gt; - The school day before a good Chinese New Year break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#08 The Other Orchard&lt;/span&gt; - Went to Orchard with Willy, Siewmin and Deborah. Feels different somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#09 Annual and Bridal&lt;/span&gt; - Watched Bride Wars with Deborah and Nazma, similar to last year's 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10 Spontaneous Regeneration&lt;/span&gt; - Why unplanned activities are the best and most fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11 Fifteen Candles&lt;/span&gt; - The celebration of my fifteenth birthday. 'Memorable' is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#12 Blowing Out The Fire&lt;/span&gt; - The celebration of my 15th birthday in school. Thank you friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#13 Toggi, Magnum and Doritos&lt;/span&gt; - I, Felicia and Zihui all contributed to our GG marathon with some snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#14 When The Grammy Goes To&lt;/span&gt; My predictions on who's gonna go home with the Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#15 Terror 515&lt;/span&gt; - My dream of a terrorist on my birthday. Freaky and barbaric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#16 Nobody Said That It Would Last Forever&lt;/span&gt; - Are 'forever friends' true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#17 Teens, Trains, Time and Twilight Tunes &lt;/span&gt;- The Valentine's Day dinner with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#18 Degree of the Day Dream&lt;/span&gt; - My first sneak-interview with Felicia and Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#19 Minor Falls and Major Lift&lt;/span&gt; - The posthumous commemoration of the one-year IGDBNZ anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#20 Facilitators and Food &lt;/span&gt;- I became the Head Facilitator for the Infocomm Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#21 The Stronger Ear&lt;/span&gt; - Deciding who's strong enough for me to reply on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#22 The Song That's Outta Tune&lt;/span&gt; - Me, Deborah and Wanxuan hanging out at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#23 Get Trelawney Here&lt;/span&gt; - Yet another weird dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#24 The Great Rihanna Escapade&lt;/span&gt; - A full Rihanna albums review, later combined with Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#25 The Good and the Gastric&lt;/span&gt; - I got some gastric problem during school but did not die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#26 You Are Most Welcome&lt;/span&gt; - The St. Joseph's Home visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#27 Perception of the Second Crossfire&lt;/span&gt; - Heard Willy and Jason headbutted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#28 Big Deals and Bad Drivers&lt;/span&gt; - Almost got hit by a car, twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#29 Ignatius' FriendCast&lt;/span&gt; - The announcement of my six-episode friend podcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#30 High Pressure System&lt;/span&gt; - Analysing the good, the bad, the helpful, the helpless, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#31 A Secret Chord&lt;/span&gt; - The recording of the debut Friendcast episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#32 Psychic Blocks&lt;/span&gt; - Got a triple attack by the Swearkates in one day. Willy's was quadruple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#33 Times Get Rough&lt;/span&gt; - A five-days-in-one-post post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#34 Electric Politics&lt;/span&gt; - The Infocomm Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#35 We Officially Over-Obsessively Belong Together&lt;/span&gt; - My obsession with the song continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#36 The Pangsayer Menace&lt;/span&gt; - Term 1 holidays; getting pangsayed sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#37 Marvellous Detectives&lt;/span&gt; - My juxtaposition of Marvel and DC Comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#38 The Starscream Soundwave&lt;/span&gt; - Talking about superpowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#39 Inside Your Mirror&lt;/span&gt; - Term 1 grades are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#40 The Re-Evaluation &lt;/span&gt;- Probably the first saddest post. I don't enjoy reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#41 Reset&lt;/span&gt; - The second of a string of sad posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#42 Hard Work of Artwork&lt;/span&gt; - The beginning of my iTunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#43 Shatter Glass&lt;/span&gt; - Chinatown visit. The sadness continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#44 A Quitter'd Been Acquitted&lt;/span&gt; - YOG visit by me, Vanessa and Atikah. Sadness suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#45 The Most Difficult Job In The World &lt;/span&gt;- Sadness continues. God has the most difficult job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#46 Torrential Downpour &lt;/span&gt;- First controversy ends. Second controversy begins on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#47 Oral Fixation&lt;/span&gt; - Chinese Oral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#48 Scarm Begs&lt;/span&gt; - Which means, Someone Come And Rescue Me begs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#49 The Week-ed 7 Deadly Days&lt;/span&gt; - A 7-days-in-one-post post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#50 (3x3) + (4x4) + (5x5)&lt;/span&gt; - Studied with Wan'er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#51 I, Shadow Concealer&lt;/span&gt; - Me thinking that maybe helping from behind may be a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#52 The Anticipation of Me&lt;/span&gt; - Got called out to help substitute the '08-'09 EXCO throughout the MYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#53 Jena Se Qua&lt;/span&gt; - My first announcement attempt. Lost my stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#54 Shift Into Deadlock&lt;/span&gt; - Went with friends to Yami Yogut and heard many stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#55 Your Last Sentence&lt;/span&gt; - End of MYEs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#56 The Anticipation of Me Me&lt;/span&gt; - I am officially part of the new Student Council EXCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#57 Standing By The Watermark&lt;/span&gt; - Marking Day with Willy, Weichin, Yee Hao and later, others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#58 Repondez Sil Vous Plait Joanne Anniversaire&lt;/span&gt; - Joanne's birthday celebration at Jurong Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#59 At Ventures of Assumptions&lt;/span&gt; - Rita (IL)'s birthday celebration, watching Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#60 93.00%&lt;/span&gt; - A sudden change in friendship level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#61 Tides of the High C&lt;/span&gt; - I am a Compliant leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#62 Better Safe Than Soiree&lt;/span&gt; - The first sleepover that I have... in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#63 Thy Perfect Cut &lt;/span&gt;- The exam results all come back, and I score perfect cuts: 50/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#64 Lot'f. Sex. Mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; - I unintentionally bought a book about male prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#65 Water Waiting For?&lt;/span&gt; - I swam for the first time in a thousand billion years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#66 Vice President: Warfare&lt;/span&gt; - June Leadership Camp and the SC Stepping Down Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#67 The Bio Is Mine&lt;/span&gt; - the Bio camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#68 When I Am A Rich Man&lt;/span&gt; - What I will do if I have a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#69 In Disc Disco Heaven&lt;/span&gt; - How to create novelty spectacles using a CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#70 D'ed and Gone&lt;/span&gt; - I am disappointed, not angry, not sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#71 Will You Mariah Me?&lt;/span&gt; - My obsession with Mariah continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#72 I Am... Ignatius Lee&lt;/span&gt; - Analyzing where my life will be in the many years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#73 Operation Overheat&lt;/span&gt; - Asian Youth Games events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#74 Ghosts of My Promise&lt;/span&gt; - My first Top 10 post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#75 Transsexuals: Revenge of the F...ers&lt;/span&gt; - Watched Transformers II with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#76 The Ultimate Term&lt;/span&gt; - The penultimate post before Revelation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#77 The Revelation Part 2&lt;/span&gt; - My life milestone that only four people read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#78 Before She Cheats&lt;/span&gt; - Wan'er cheated during PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#79 You Are Compromisingly Invited&lt;/span&gt; - Me deciding that some people really shouldn't be invited to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#80 If This Isn't Sway&lt;/span&gt; - My new life in the Student Council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#81 Book Me In The Ice&lt;/span&gt; - Watched Ice Age III with Gabriel, Wee Kiat, Imran, Felicia and Zihui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#82 At The Zone&lt;/span&gt; - Top Ten Places to Go before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#83 Happy-Blooded People&lt;/span&gt; - Watched Harry Potter VI with Felicia, Zihui, Willy, Martyn and Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#84 Question of Solace&lt;/span&gt; - Biology presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#85 Biscuit Bop&lt;/span&gt; - No longer sitting next to Uzair. Now with Peiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#86 1 Night in Taiwan &lt;/span&gt;- That really odd episode of me, Willy and Jason at a Taiwanese party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#87 O-o-o-o-o-ooo-o-obsessed&lt;/span&gt; - My obsession with Obsessed continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#88 Late Night: Playing in the Dark&lt;/span&gt; - Gabriel's birthday. My first chalet visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#89 In the Hall of the Mountain-Sing&lt;/span&gt; - National Day celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#90 My Fascinating Felicia and Me&lt;/span&gt; - Discussing levels of friendship with Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#91 Sportlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sports Carnival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#92 Narcotic Beast &lt;/span&gt;- My Dirrty test with Peiyu and Pacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#93 Igniter's Guide to the Celebrity&lt;/span&gt; - my Top 10 post on celebrities. Felicia loves this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#94 Titanic Salvation&lt;/span&gt; - How to salvage a sinking ship? Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#95 Pop! Goes My Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; - Teachers' Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#96 Monsters vs. Academics&lt;/span&gt; - The Term 3 results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#97 The Education of Me(friends &amp;amp;)me&lt;/span&gt; - Study group with many friends at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#98 Seoul, Watcha Doin' Tonight?&lt;/span&gt; - Seoul Garden outing with 3A'09 friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#99 Wannabe Successful&lt;/span&gt; - discussion on success, and also, celebrity success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#100 Invented Style&lt;/span&gt; - One hundred posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, you've only read probably 4% of the full blog. Since every publicly-appeared post has specific content removed, it probably means you've read like above 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really wish to read the full blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will wait. In the mean time, I appreciate the support. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-3411107773434367236?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/3411107773434367236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/09/invented-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/3411107773434367236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/3411107773434367236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/09/invented-style.html' title='Invented Style'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_InventedStyle2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-1527467022135509297</id><published>2009-09-01T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:50:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop! Goes My Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People have different highlights of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me, as a student, the highlight of the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;year is Teachers' Day, because that means.... &lt;/span&gt;class party!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ignatius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide11.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is divided into four segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind-the-Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;The Making of Teachers' Day 3A'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday, 28 August, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's usually the shortest day, which prompts everyone to go home and have an awesome nap or to go hang out somewhere, like at Jurong Point. That's what I would do, but not last Friday, because Teachers' Day is coming the very Monday! I and Shi Hwee succeeded in convincing Arfian that a class party is a better way to spend Teachers' Day rather than some concert at the hall. I've enjoyed the 1A'07 and 2A'08 class parties, the first one loosely based on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disco&lt;/span&gt; and the second one having a strong theme of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haunted and Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, we would need to think of a theme for this year's class party at 3A. I was discussing it with Shi Hwee, Rita (IL) and Karen. Some suggestions included a repeat of the Ghosts theme, but in a different way. We heard 3B was doing Underwater and 3D was doing Masquerade, and 3C was wearing Geek Spectacles uniformly during their party. Then I thought of fame, which developed into Hollywood. Shi Hwee suggested aluminium foil, which is light-reflective, to cover up the ugly glass windows, and a red carpet to cover the floor the moment someone enters the door. I told her about the iconic Hollywood sign that lies on the mountainous hills, so she suggested it be put at the wall outside the classroom to show everyone we're doing a Hollywood-themed party. Lastly, I also suggested we put magazine cut-outs of music and movies around the wall, similar to how Golden Village likes to put movie posters at their walkways whenever you find your theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Karen and Rita started talking about games, but it was only finalized later when I was with Joanne, Mardhiyyah, Rita and Ling Hao at the end of the classroom designing (which I shall talk about below). There would be three games inspired by game shows (since it's Hollywood), &lt;i&gt;Don't Forget The Lyrics&lt;/i&gt;,  &lt;i&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/i&gt;, and a guessing game to identity celebrity and movie images, which I later named &lt;i&gt;Are You Smarter Than 3A?&lt;/i&gt; yet in a loosely-based concept. All of them would feature Ms Han versus at least one other classmate in each round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day of putting up the designs, woah, there were very little people to begin with at first. Ling Hao, Felicia, Zihui, Elena, Rita (P), Mardhiyyah, Pacy, Wanxuan and me if I can remember correctly. Most had CCA or HMT. Initially, we were all sitting down waiting for Wee Kiat, Weiliang and Chia Yen to come back to deliver food and materials. Willy was present then, competing against Mardhiyyah and Pacy in a game of&lt;i&gt; Wheel of Fortune&lt;/i&gt;, hosted by me. It was crazy funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard 3B blasting music from their classroom (which neighbours ours). One of the girls said that the rest of the classes were already doing up their designs while we were like waiting aimlessly, so I realised that we needed to start somewhere. The first things wer did were to push all the tables to the sides and stack up all the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01402.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Zihui started doing the aluminium foil on the glass windows, which was later continued by Felicia assisting Zihui, Fiona alone, Ling Hao alone, and Joanne, Mardhiyyah and Cheryl by the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01409.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we would do was to find a place for the Kelly Clarkson poster (taken out of &lt;i&gt;Teenage&lt;/i&gt; magazine) to be. We pasted it at the back of the class after Wanxuan realised it was a perfect-fit. Some of them, like Shi Ting, Elena and Wanxuan, then started cutting out magazine pages, putting double-sided tape on, and then sticking them on to the back of the wall. That is probably the thing I did the most, other than directing the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Err, our food and some materials were finally delivered before the boys went out again to get more, this time coming back with Gabriel. They purchased a whopping $40 red cloth to work as the red carpet. It's 15m long. We actually wanted to start sealing it on to the floor, but it would pose as obstruction to the other work going around. More people were coming in to help, so there was less space as time went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01396.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HMT girls finally came back, and a cardboard camera was made (wrapped in black paper). Vanessa, Rita (P), Pacy and Mardhiiyah were doing aluminium balls that Gabriel found to look weird. I kept making fun of Rita, who had a drastic personality change from morning to afternoon, by throwing the balls at her skirt. Hahahahahahhaa, she &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; got really pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona, Karen, Wan'er and Shi Hwee started doing the Hollywood sign after some controversy on where it should be. Would it be outside, on the black notice board, or right above it? My personal suggestion is that it should be above. While making the HOLLYWOOD spelling, Fiona had a paper cut with the mahjong paper! I and Wan'er started shouting, "&lt;i&gt;New Moon! New Moon!&lt;/i&gt;", and when Fiona returned with a kind plaster from Ling Hao, she was saying that &lt;i&gt;"Edward paoqi wo le&lt;/i&gt;". Hahahaha! I helped to cut out one of the letters, that looked like O or D. Joanne and Mardhiyyah pasted them up above the notice board at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01393.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiat, Weiliang and the very-tall Haoran, and sometimes Shi Hwee and Joanne, were helping out to colour the lights with translucent yellow wrapping. It jaundiced the room, but it did make an atmosphere. The front three lights were left uncovered to emit the original white light, so as to work as a spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena was the music master halfway through the day, using Gabriel's iPod (connected to the amplifer of the classroom) to play music. Ling Hao did a lot of stuff, helping in every little bit (as he naturally will). Probably the most prominent was he sticking an aluminium ball (attached to a string) on to the the center of a fan, so that it would rotate vigorously. It was beautiful, actually, so I told him to paste more on other fans! Hahaha, the rest of the aluminium balls have already been attached to the top of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and Hakim popped in sometimes, and so did some others. The room was getting stuffy because we locked the front door so as to prevent any complication of the red carpet. Some of the carpet was already sealed on to the ground, so whoever who stepped on it would ruin it before it was completed. Arfian came in once, and Willy came in at the end of the day. Jason kept coming in with his drum sticks, screaming occassionally for unknown reasons. Gaoxian and Kevin came in once, the former with a guitar around him, but they were kindly 'driven out' by me and Ling Hao. That's because Mr Yeo said that whoever who stayed in class must remain there throughout. No one should be at the corridors walking because it would make a lot of noise and affect the oral examination that was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01410.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have some things left undone. By the end, we only have the red carpet undone, the black notice board (redone with red paper to resemble red curtains, by Fiona, Shi Hwee and Karen) empty, the aluminium foil walls undesigned, the left wall of the classroom also undesigned, and the Hollywood Walk of Fame stars not yet made and not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/DSC01403.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, do you know where Felicia and Zihui was the entire time? For one and a half hours (loose estimation), they were using a ruler to draw out a star and kept staring at it to see which was the best way to cut the star out. They took damn long you know! In the end, they finished the star, which was supposed to stick on the class door. They also did a CHANGING ROOM sign, and Elena suggested it to hang on the door knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Hollywood Walk of Fame stars would be done by Rita and pasted on the black notice board. Elena would provide magazine posters to do up the aluminium foil walls. More magazine cut outs would design the completely-empty left wall. Joanne and Mardhiyyah would do a literal Wheel of fortune for one of the games, and I am currently designing the games at the time I'm writing this. Oh, hopefully this all works out, and I hope I've not left anyone out in this &lt;i&gt;making-of&lt;/i&gt; recount. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Show Time:&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day 3A'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday, 31 August, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Most photos in this segment are taken by Karen using my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In all honesty, I lived through Saturday and Sunday waiting for Monday. It's probably the only time I'm anxious to go to school. I got my laptop, mouse, mouse pad, charger, camera and other paper stuff ready. When I got to school, I set up my computer and it was only at the last minute that the projector plug-ins finally worked. Stupid enough, my laptop blacked out at its own screen, but you could view the screen from the projector. Hence, I had to break my neck throughout the day by looking at my laptop through the projector screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jimmy Kimmel of the day! Hahahahah :=P You know I actually printed that out after cropping the text from a poster image with the actual Jimmy Kemmel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no morning assembly, but I found out I was urgently needed to prepare for the emceeing for the JVS Colours Award thing. I am yet again co-reading with Atikah. After the pledge, the entire Upper Sec assembled in the hall, the Awards ceremony began, and then ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teachers' Day telematch then began, with Atikah (again) and Hakheem being the hosts. I was with Shi Hwee and Yiting (who were helpers for the award ceremony), sitting backstage as we watched the games being played on stage. Half the time I was worried the game, which was a MCQ general knowledge quiz, would bear similarities with the games I've prepared over the weekends. It was cool that we got to listen to everything the teachers said because we were like only a metre away from them, hiding behind the red curtains. Mrs Bala was incredibly funny, and yes, her team won in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out from some of the Teachers' Day committee members that the game was not conducted in its planned routine. It was supposed to be an A/B round, then C/D round, then winner-of-A/B versus winner-of-C/D round, hence totalling to 3 rounds, but a mistake caused all three rounds to be played by the same two groups throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I was much concerned about was the balloon sculpturing, because the round would take 15 minutes. I'm proud to say that Uzair (3A) is the only Sec 3 to participate in this game! :D It's nice to see your fellow classmates be proactive. Anyway, fifteen minutes is way too much. Heck, five is already lengthy. It was probably 10-12 minutes later when I and Shi Hwee suggested they immediately stop the duration and finish with a countdown. Hahah, throughout this game, I and Shi Hwee were running all over the back stage prompting the emcees and committee members to stir up the crowd. The musical chairs was an SOS to seal up reasonable time. Hans was the last-standing male, but was eliminated as the third runner-up. A female Sec 4 won in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I and Shi Hwee rushed back to class to ensure that 3A is ready for the party. There was a 30min recess given, where we (when the rest of the class returned) did our last-minute set-ups. I was a little frustrated when the projector-connecting wire kept unplugging because my screen would blackout over and over again. When recess ended, we found out Ms Han was already waiting outside of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared the red carpet ceremony where everyone would crowd around the carpet, and then, I played the bridge of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Dance&lt;/span&gt; as Ms Han came in, with the classmates screaming with whistle registers and Joanne co-ordinating the lights to turn on as Ms Han walked down the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide9.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the arrival of the celebrity, Ms Han! It's necessary for her to walk down the red carpet and pose at the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide10.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the photos look jaundiced most of the time because of the lighting. Then again, it also creates a desert-like atmosphere, regardless of whether appropriate or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide12.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first act&lt;/span&gt; for the party was Gaoxian and Kevin's performance! Gaoxian sang to the parody lyrics of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Do You See&lt;/span&gt;, aka the Mr Brown version, while Kevin used his guitar to play the melody. I had already passed my camera to the trusty Karen, who took a video of the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide13.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;second act&lt;/span&gt; was the first of three games, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;. Joanne already handcrafted her literal wheel of fortune, with Mardhiyyah to help, and they were hosting the game. Willy, Elena and Weiliang were the contestants against Ms Han for the second round. For the first round, it was Jingli, Chia Yen and Imran. Ms Han won &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; rounds, totalling to $20 000+ as a score. The rounds are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round No. - Category - Answer&lt;br /&gt;Round 1&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Famous Person&lt;/span&gt; - MISS HAN HUI CHIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 2&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phrase&lt;/span&gt; - SUM OF ROOTS EQUAL NEGATIVE B OVER A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide14.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;third act&lt;/span&gt; is a really short &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Forget The Lyrics&lt;/span&gt; game with three rounds. Ms Han lost all three rounds, competing against Gabriel, Wee Loon and Zavier respectively. The above photo has me out of focus =.= The reflection of my spectacles makes me look like a blind retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round No. - Category - Song Choice&lt;br /&gt;Round 1 &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably The Only Music Ms Han Knows&lt;/span&gt; - Home by Kit Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 2&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick of Singing&lt;/span&gt; - Majulah Singapura by Zubir Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 3&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday Essential &lt;/span&gt;- School Song by School Choir&lt;/blockquote&gt;The blank words for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt; are "know every street and shore". The blank words for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majulah Singapura&lt;/span&gt; are "dengan semangat yang baru". The blank words for the school song are "We'll always serve with steadfastness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt; games were actually easy peasy to make. Just use a video maker. I re-used the designs from my birthday game, only with a few edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide15.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fourth act&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite game to create, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are You Smarter Than 3A?&lt;/span&gt;, which only borrows the title from the original show, and nothing more. There are 21 rounds to play, split across 6 categories (3 for each category, but 6 for one of them). The rounds are are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category No. - Category - Round Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 1&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asian Celebrities&lt;/span&gt; - Zoe Tay / Jaycee Chan / Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 2 &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hollywood Singers&lt;/span&gt; - Michael Jackson / Michael Jackson / Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 3&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hollywood Actors&lt;/span&gt; - Megan Fox / Jack Black / Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 4&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt; - Free Willy / High School Musical 3 / Half-Blood Prince /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Category 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt; - New Moon / Shark Tale / Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 5&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt; - E.T. / Fiona / Bumblebee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Category 6&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classmates &lt;/span&gt;- Wee Kiat / Jason / Ms Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I enjoyed making this game the most because I was able to reference many things, such as fellow classmates (Vanessa, Fiona, Felicia, Willy etc.), Ms Han herself, and come up with different types of questions even though they are all MCQ. Ms Han won the class with 17/21, beating us classmates by one point. I was actually amazed that she isn't entirely oblivious to Hollywood entertainment, although my questions were really easy because difficult ones aren't very fun actually. However, in actual fact, it is supposed to be a tie because Hairi purposely answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms Han&lt;/span&gt; for the question to identify &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E.T.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in truth, I had some reservations on doing Category 6 cause I scared some people will get offended that their own pictures are being broadcast to the whole class, but seriously, just by putting it on to the Internet, you are allowing it to get viewed (and possibly Photoshopped) by millions of people from around the globe :D. The first person I knew I wanted to put was Jason because I find his Facebook photo very 'appealing' ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide18.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fifth act&lt;/span&gt; is the photo-taking of the class, and the presentation of gifts to Ms Han. I contributed by designing and printing out a certificate for Ms Han :D I was playing the bridge of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Voice Within&lt;/span&gt; while Gabriel passed the gifts to Ms Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide23.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, tearing up the class decorations and reverting the room back to normal was a little unbearable yet easy. I was ripping off the aluminium foil walls and sunlight was flooding back into the rooms. Almost everything was taken off except the magazine pasting on the walls. The posters were relocated to the back of the class. The HOLLYWOOD sign was also remained there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide19.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/Slide21.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see a lot of effort coming from individuals in the class, and that is something I'm sure Arfian would have liked, because that was his vision. Although he was not able to be present for the deco planning and the actual party, I somehow know that he can feel the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where Are They Now?:&lt;br /&gt;Post-Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday, 31 August, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Shi Hwee (and later, Felicia and Zihui) went to McDonalds at Jurong Spring to eat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; Shi Hwee went home while the other three went to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring It On: All or Nothing&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;, while I kept making fun of Felicia because something occurred during the first thirty minutes of the second movie. Then, for the next thirty minutes, Joanne was playing my brother's piano and electone while I was giving Felicia and Zihui a tour of my house. By 5.30pm, they went home. Ahhh, tired day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it so happened that the four of us did not return back to our different Primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's incredibly awful to end this post with depressing introspective stuff, but I have to or I'll remain depressed for the next few hours. I'm also turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bring It On: All or Nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which I bought 1-2 weeks ago, to liven my spirits. No, someone close to me did not die. Touch wood lah, but anyway... (I wrote this segment on Sunday, 30 August)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Snakes on a Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; being advertised for the second time on Channel 5, I wanted to watch the uncensored one because it's more thrilling, so I searched it on Youtube, and hey, it's available! So I started watching and was pretty much only interested in seeing the snake parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lai liao! lai liao!"&lt;/span&gt; most of the time whenever I saw the snakes. The part where the snake launched itself at the man's penis was actually pretty icky. The part where the woman was searching her handbag (which contained a snake!) felt quite funny. I wasn't very grossed out when a woman's high heel jabbed into a guy's ear because I already knew it was gonna happen. I was also icked out when a guy threw a dog (that looked like Paris Hilton's Tinker Bell) at this huge snake, swiping it out of the female owner's hands. He then got constricted and swallowed by that same huge snake, but it's nothing compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anaconda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.It's sad that an elderly flight attendant was so brave that she went to rescue a baby and got bitten at her back; the venom later killing her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Deep Blue Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in the related videos section of the Youtube page. I remembered watching it like twice on Channel 5 when I was younger (Primary School), so I decided to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a lot of the things, especially the parts where the crazy genetically-engineered mako sharks attack the people and kill almost all of them. What icks me the most is that it all happened because Dr McCallister, a woman whose father had Alzheimer's disease, violated ethic codes in order to find a cure for the disease. One disastrous thing was that, minutes after they succeeded in their experiment, a guy's hand was bitten off by the shark. When trying to get him up a helicopter and flown to medical attention, he was dropped into the waters and used by the shark to smash open a window and flood the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most humanitarian-disturbing thing is that even though many people have died, Dr McCallister still risked her own stupid life to get the disk that stores all her research. She got attacked by a shark but electrocuted it to death, inevitably destroying the disk in the process. Even though she's doing that so that the previous deaths would have not been for nothing, it is that research that made the sharks stronger and smarter in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, I went to bathe, and then I started reading about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Open Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, its second movie and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is about a girl who has teeth in her vagina and bites off a guy's penis when the guy tries to have sex with her. I'm not very concerned about that. I'm more affected by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Open Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about twenty people who take a tour boat to the middle of the ocean for a dive. There is a headcount error when the divers return back to the boat, so the boat leaves the sea, leaving a couple behind. When the couple reaches the surface after diving, they realize the boat is gone and they are trapped in the middle of the ocean. They can do nothing but stay there. If they swim, they'll only get tired and realise they are nowhere near to any land no matter how much they try. They will start losing the touch in their legs, fearing some sea creature from below will come to attack them. They are thinking why they are left behind, only relying on anger, and they can also only rely on them for rescue. They cannot make an SOS because there is simply no one but the open water and the open sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a humanly scary experience. You don't need to know what happened to the two of them in the end, but Wikipedia it if you want to. In the second film, a group of young adults jump into the water from a yacht in order to play in the waters. They realise they did not put their ladder down, and hence they cannot climb as up as the yacht is really tall and smooth. It's impossible to climb up. They can only wait there. They are only centimetres from the yacht but they cannot go back up. They start dying when their attempts fail to bring them up. They take off their clothes to create a rope, but it snaps when the guy who climbs it up is too heavy. Another tries to stab the surface of the yacht to create a step, but in a tussle with another guy who objects to the damage of the yacht, he accidentally stabs himself and bleeds to death. Another is fooling around and drops something he is holding. When he goes deep underwater to get it, he loses oxygen and smacks his head on the yacht when he struggles to get back to the surface. Concussion and then death. Another girl fears death and decides to swim away to find land instead of treading water. She supposedly dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all human mistakes. Mistakes can create so much fear, so much guilt, so much trauma. I felt really depressed after watching the trailers for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Open Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Open Water 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I never want to be in that situation, literally and metaphorically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;In effort to make this post not be too lengthy (I know it already is), I realized I summarised a lot of stuff and included very little photos among the text. I chose a number (most of them were really blur and un-fixable), but I kept reducing the number, and even after they were uploaded, I had no place to put them within my text, so they were discarded. My artistic direction has changed considerably since I opened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignatius Said What&lt;/span&gt; to the public. Somehow, I'm reverting back to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eggnachos&lt;/span&gt; style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The title of this post is based on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugh Grant song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Pop! Goes My Heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-1527467022135509297?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/1527467022135509297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-goes-my-hollywood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/1527467022135509297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/1527467022135509297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/09/pop-goes-my-hollywood.html' title='Pop! Goes My Hollywood'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/TeachersDay/th_Slide11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-1265001989654068240</id><published>2009-08-14T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:50:10.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sportlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was originally titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unforgivable Mucuses&lt;/span&gt;, but I want to leave that episode a closed book since it already has. :) This is a draft of that post which I shall not delete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the world of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, there are three Unforgivable Curses forbidden to be used, yet stupidly, probably almost half the population use the curses including Professor McGonagall and Harry Potter himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of reality, there is only one Unforgivable Mucus, but it has three deadly effects as though they are three different curses of mucus. Aiya, let me rewind a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to school on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday! I started feeling sick on a Saturday and had a bad sleep that night. When I woke up on Sunday (National Day 2009), I was like perfect again. Then Monday came and I felt the same as Saturday, which prompted me not to go to school on Tuesday. However, the sickness kept prevailing (with perseverance, I should add) that I was unable to go to school on Wednesday and Thursday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alright! I was at least 1/4 sick when I went to the Sports Carnival thing today. I know I couldn't miss the event because I quite enjoy school events in general (they are milestone memories of Secondary School life), and I had a different role of being a co-emcee alongside my YOG and AYG partners, Atikah and Vanessa. I've worked with Atikah quite a number of times already, the first time being the 6th Student Council Investiture last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my father fetched me to the place (and we were a little lost, actually.) I had no idea what CCAB was, let alone know where it is. Still, when I arrived, I convened with Atikah and later, Vanessa. That was when we started practising on the scripts. They were quite pointless in the end cause the second half of the script was not used. Atikah wrote the whole thing, so her efforts were half-wasted. =.= We kept editing the sentences while the rest of the school got assembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it began. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoedown Throwdown&lt;/span&gt; performance by my fellow councillors (led by duh, Jiaxin), then the three relay matches, one per level. We (the emcees) did not know how many rounds they would run because we were supposed to be announcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Mark Richmond taught us that there were three types of emcees: announcers, commentators, and the last one we forgot. Mr Thomas suddenly told us to get them high, which is a clear commentator job which we had &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; no experience in. Still, we kinda got the hang of it and were shouting into the microphones attempting to comment on the relays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, I and Vanessa could only recognize our classmates (Uzair, Hairi, Kenneth etc.) during the Sec 3 race, so everytime we saw them, we would be shouting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And 3A is in the lead!"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go 3A!"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go Uzair!"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go Kenneth!"&lt;/span&gt;. Vanessa did shout out another schoolmate's name though. I kept saying we were the worst commentators in the history of the world because we were biased towards our own class. And Atikah, being from a different class, could only just stand there and watch us monopolize the microphones. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Mr Thomas did say something along the lines of, "good, this is how it should be! get the crowd cheering!" :D He prompted us several times, which was quite embarassing, although I personally think it was awesome that we could react so fast to the suddenly-thrust-upon-us-job-of-commentators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last funny thing about the microphones is that sometimes we accidentally speak into them because the sound-amplification distance of the mikes is quite wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/nunquam.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the relays, the actual games then began, including the fringe activities that I know Deborah and Nazma completed in. Nowadays, I am always tempted to constantly remind Nazma about her &lt;s&gt;in&lt;/s&gt;famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To build"&lt;/span&gt; line. Hahahahaaa! And the above photo is a very bad photo because I took only like 5% of what was going on. Surrounding that photo is 90% of events going on, but the photo made it look like the place is desserted. I am going to hell for that bad photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part was pretty chaotic actually. All over the place, literally. The three of us emcees gave each other a 10-minute roster to guard our assigned location and to control the background music that was playing. Hmm, what do I remember occuring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the front part, I kept thinking "where is Soccer" because Willy and the others were participating in soccer. By the time I knew where it was, they already completed their first round. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, when Felicia, Zihui and Joanne were competing against another trio of girls in Basketball (Girls), I was actually cheering on the other class trio :P That's because Felicia, Zihui and Joanne were thrashing them with like what, a 15-2 score or something?! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I remember anything else except for visuals of people running here and there in all kinds of shirt colours. Okay, now, a very stressful part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closing ceremony would take place in the multi-purpose hall, so I and Atikah carried the gift hampers there, then wrote down every prize-giving instruction Mr Seow gave us, then went back to get all the final results of the second and first runners-up and champion. Atikah would do the tray-carrying, and I and Vanessa would take turns to announce the winners (she does the Sec 1s and 3s and I do the Sec 2s and Best Class Awards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atikah painstakingly went around to collect the results, Vanessa disappeared halfway (hahaha, really!) and I was dragging my feet everywhere, assisting Atikah and also helping Wan'er (yes) to count the participation scores for some Sec 3 classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, blah blah blah, a lot of time wasted on the soccer rounds (soccer, as usual, is the longest sport. actually maybe golf lah, since it's more mundane.) Then the prize presentation. Exhauted and tired like mad already. Yes, come to think of it, I don't know how was it that I became so exhausted by then when I technically did not participate in any of the sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the entire time I was waiting to do my final announcement of the Best Class Award for Sec 3. And yes, like the whole school heard, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3A won the Best Class Award&lt;/span&gt;! We also won the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1st Runner-up for the Sec 3 Novelty Relay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Champion for the Basketball Girls&lt;/span&gt;. :D This totals up to one silver, one gold and one hamper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end. I should just talk about two deadlock situations that we the emcees had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; This one happened to me and Atikah. We were actually standing at the tracks while reading the scripts. There were some civilians (strange term to use, but my mind can't think of any other right now) using the place for their own exercise, so they were like running in front of us and kinda blocking our view. One teacher told us to stand on the grass, further out of the tracks. This way we could be seen easier. Another teacher told us to stand all the way at the back. So which one do we actually do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; This one happened to Vanessa. While reading the results for the Sec 2, one teacher instructed her to read faster. At the same time, another teacher instructed her to read slower. So which one does she follow?&lt;/blockquote&gt;All of a sudden &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot N Cold&lt;/span&gt; is playing in my head even though my iTunes is blasting Poker Face. And I don't even like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot N Cold&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt; Okay, whatever; closed book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/Slide2-5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I followed Gabriel, Wan'er, Shi Ting, Rita, Vanessa, Tan Inn and Glenna to go to Jurong Point. We split into two cabs to get there: - me, Vanessa, Glenna and Shi Ting in one cab, and the other four in the other. When we've reached, Shi Ting immediately left for home. I, Vanessa and Glenna went to buy Yami Yogurt, then we went up to meet the rest at Golden Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought tickets to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have completely no idea about the story except that it involves going upwards (seriously). I would have wanted to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;/span&gt; if I could choose, but aiya, a simpler family movie is better after such an exhausting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at Pizza Hut first. They started talking about studies, and I didn't like the topic one bit, so I told Wan'er to change the topics. It was really funny because we began injecting new topic sentences into Gabriel, Glenna and Tan Inn, who were immersed in whatever conversation they were in (especially Tan Inn. She had so much to say about something; Hahahaha). We first changed the topic to CCA, then to Michael Jackson, then to H1N1, then.... I think that's it. Hahahah, I and Wan'er laughed non stop because we were like discussing what topic to change to, and the moment we started saying stuff like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ey you know CCA right, err, you in what CCA ah? C.O. ah? C.O.? C.O.?"&lt;br /&gt;"ey you know Michael Jackson hor, his nose fake one hor!"&lt;br /&gt;"ey you know H1N1 hor, now still have or not?!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha, after our very long (and noisy) lunch, we went up, bought some popcorn and drinks, then went in. Finally, I can talk about the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught off-guard at what the story would be. Half the time I was guessing what was going to happen next, and it is pretty original to me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;'s another appropriate term. As the movie began, I was re-calling my first time willingly going to the theatre. It was to watch Finding Nemo, and before the movie began, they had this 5-10min animation that I was bored by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Up movie began with clouds that used electricity to create animals, and a particular grey cloud that failed to create lovey-dovey animals and could only produce dangerous porcupines and crocodiles. He became upset when a stork did not dare deliver his animal to the earth, so he began to get angry (storm) and sad (rain). Then the stork came back to him wearing armour and cheered him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"huh, movie end liao ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that it was exactly similar to that Finding Nemo introductory animation! Pretty co-incidental that I was thinking about it while watching that cloud skit. Unexpected. Okay, now, the real movie begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protagonist is an old man. I'm going to be honest and say I'm scared of turning into an old man. A few people even say that I look like an old man, so I don't know what I'll look like if I hit 60 or 70. Anyway, the theme of the show is Adventuring I think. I won't go into the story, but it's a simple, family movie that is pretty mature in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It features humans attempting to kill each other. Er, yes. And a lot of height scenes that will make acrophobic people uneasy. Wan'er said that there were a lot of suspense-heart-beat-at-a-million scenes. I think the film's decent and maybe worth a DVD buy, but I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it somehow. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; rating stands at 97% though. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Star%20Rates/35star.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, after that, my legs have proved themselves too lazy and untrained to keep me standing and walking properly. I went back home, had a peculiar episode with my door (will not talk about it) and that was it. Legs are still a little sore as I type this ending paragraph. Ahhh, today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Felicia!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zihui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My &lt;u&gt;Gold-Medalist&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Basketballing&lt;/span&gt; Best Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The title of this post is based on the Jennifer Hudson song, &lt;/span&gt;Spotlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044302563535966540-1265001989654068240?l=igswpublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/feeds/1265001989654068240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/08/sportlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/1265001989654068240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044302563535966540/posts/default/1265001989654068240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igswpublic.blogspot.com/2009/08/sportlight.html' title='Sportlight'/><author><name>Ignatius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw_biRjt4i8/R1wHfJ38LkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zG_44uvee24/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/th_nunquam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044302563535966540.post-7519108915937151009</id><published>2009-08-03T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:51:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night: Playing in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The events of this post took place on Saturday, August 1, 2009, to Sunday, August 2, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this post to be outrageously long but it just might. Anyway, while I was going home from Bugis (went with Felicia and Zihui) to get someone's birthday present (and yes, we are proud to say we bought individual presents!), the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Forget About Us&lt;/span&gt;, by Mariah Carey (of course!) was playing in my iPod. There was a lyric,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't forget about late nights, playing in the dark and waking up inside my arms..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I thought, "hmmm, okay!" Hence the title of the post :D It's pretty strange though, that I chose the title long before the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;event&lt;/span&gt; of the post even occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just summarize Friday, the pre-event, really quick? Ehh, I, Felicia and Zihui went to Bugis to buy birthday-boy's present, and we were damn tired by the end of it. Okay, that's pretty much it! Now, time for the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gabriel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Yeong Jun Bo, I officially induct you into the fifteen-year-old club on behalf of everyone else! In fact, isn't it very awesome that he is exactly six months younger than me, February 3th - August 3th? More than a month ago, as I can clearly remember, he was already talking about holding a chalet to celebrate his birthday. To think it is already over. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since I am one of the seven (like Horcruxes lidat) people who received a VIP invitation card (muahaha, alongside Vanessa, Wee Kiat etc.), I was also tasked to bring the people to the chalet even though I have no idea where the hell it is. I planned to meet most of them, in fact, majority of them, at Jurong East MRT Station at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I met Felicia and Zihui earlier, went to IMM to buy some stuff as add-ons to my birthday present, also went to buy McFlurry, before we went back to the MRT station, where Wan'er, Rita, Shi Ting and Karen were already waiting. Hahaha, it was around 2.20PM already, which also means we are likely not to make it there by 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took the MRT all the way to Pasir Ris. It's very obvious that when you talk during an MRT ride with your friends, the ride becomes 10000 times faster. If you just sit there and listen to your music, it feels forever. I was talking to them (excluding an iPod-addicted Felicia and Zihui) throughout, so it was pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem started when we reached Pasir Ris. We couldn't find the shuttle bus service and kept calling Gabriel, but his phone is really crazy and cannot pick calls up. So, we called Glenna instead, and it was only after a while that we took a public bus to the Downtown East branch of Costa Sands, even though the one Gabriel's parents booked was at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We misread the timings for the shuttle bus time slots and went to eat/drink something light. When we went back to the shuttle bus stop, we realised we were probably 5-10 min late, and the next one comes ONE HOUR later. WHAT THE HELL?! It was already 4pm+ and yet we were supposed to be there at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked a taxi driver how to get there, and in the end, we realised it was bloody damn near to the Downtown East branch. It's like, 1km apart only. =.= Which also means we could have arrived way earlier if we just used our brains to ask for directions and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yep, so we finally met birthday-boy. Four others have already arrived, which makes the grand total cast to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gabriel &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Glenna&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vivienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tan Inn&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Zihui &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wan'er &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Shi Ting&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rita &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin showing all the photos, I need to make a big fat thank-you to Karen Goh for helping me take A LOT of the photos! The total statistics of photos is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;307&lt;/span&gt;. After filtering the better photos out (which means, most of the unglam/paiseh/specifically-requested-not-for-upload photos have all been excluded and are only for my viewing pleasure ;D), I am left with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;148&lt;/span&gt;. I continue to further filter them and further collage them together, hence a remaining of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt; photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means that probably for the first time do I have a pretty common appearance in the photos :D This further means that blind people might not tell the differences between me and Wee Kiat (furthermore, we happen to both wear black, hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do I somehow look fifty billion years younger than a fifteen year old ah? Anyway, this was taken at the room. There are two blocks to one double-storey building. Gabriel booked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;, so we have two storeys of one room each. The room isn't really big, but that's not important cause we aren't supposed to be cooping up inside there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The appearance of birthday-boy Gabriel! Funny hor, all wear black one, and yet it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vivienne blowing sticky-looking bubbles while Felicia catches one and attempts to chew it. No la, but I have no idea what she's trying to do actually. And in all seriousness, that is not an 'unglam' photo compared to the many others that I have excluded from the Internet. Divide the statistics properly and the chosen 148/307 photos means a percentage of 48% only. This means that out of every 2 photos, less than 1.0 photo is chosen, explaning how many funny shots there are. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide4.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the staircase. Later you will see one of the reasons why, but the biggest is that it's a Ciara Staircase! I can hold the railings at the side and then bend my back way behind, mimicking Ciara's matrix dance move! Then I keep saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ciara! Ciara! Ciara!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love! Sex! Magic!" &lt;/span&gt;over and over again. Too bad no one wants to do that with me. It's probably what I will miss the most out of chalet. Yep, a staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first thing that we did was to go to the beach for an icebreaking walk. It was pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I enlarged the photo with &lt;s&gt;Zihui&lt;/s&gt; Laoda and Rita most visibly seen is because Rita looks like she's plotting against our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laoda&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha! Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laoda&lt;/span&gt; looks damn mature in the picture, like a successful married woman with two children living in a bungalow. Of course what, she's our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laoda&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide7.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy! I don't know why but every time there's a picture of him, I'm writing "Birthday boy" or his name out. I think it should be emphasized that this is birthday celebration so most attention should be given to him. :D Oh shit, I just realised the above picture wasn't rotated. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide8.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do the tongue-thing as a bad habit, not because of anything else. Okay, we're heading towards the sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide9.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully jumped off that grass patch into the sand without falling flat on my face, hence the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No-Bio&lt;/span&gt; dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide10.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls kept playing with the bubbles over and over again. Wan'er even blew them directly at my spectacles, staining them with the soapy liquid. Oh ya, and I kept kicking sand at Vanessa's legs, so when she tried to defend herself by bubble-beam, the wind blew it at a direction away from me, so her bubbles merely flew away. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide11.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The human-looking statue of Felicia Wong in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide12.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human-looking mannequin of Karen Goh in a very classy outfit ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide13.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lost statues of Ignatius Lee from the temple of Alexander the Great. Oh really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide14.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble-beam! I think of Squirtle and Vaporean for no apparent reason. And the top-right photo of Wan'er looks really nice... if it weren't for her mouth. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide15.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we kept taking random shots in the middle of the bicycle lane instead of progressively walking back to the chalet apartment. That's because we went to wash our feet. Wait wait, I cannot remember a set of hilarious exclamations between Wee Kiat and Vivienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiat and I were washing our legs, then Vivienne came and started saying that she wanted to wash her legs as well, then Wee Kiat funnily shouted back at her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SHUT UP AND WAIT LA!"&lt;/span&gt; or something! Hahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide16.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that Karen has a thousand different unique poses to suit herself? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide17.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, we somehow just stood in the middle of the road for no reason. This was the part where I kept telling Gabriel to hurry up and go back to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide18.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wah, Rita Indah Lestari, channeling her inner diva. It's just that her fingers look oddly weird. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide19.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only three words I can think of to caption this image is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BU SHUANG AH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we went back to the apartment, and I and Rita started mimicking Ju-On, that horror film where the ghost crawls up/down a staircase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide20.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only problem with the above pic is that it is in confusing sequence. Er, the first image is the top-right, followed by the bottom-right, then the top-left, then the bottom-left. You know, like a standard Japanese comic book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best shot out of the many that Karen took for us was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide21.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ju-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On:&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Revenge&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ritatius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;releases in cinemas August 3, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went up and then were taking many random videos over and over again. Then we all went down to help out with the charcoal and the fire! It was pretty difficult, really, and most of the time I wasn't doing anything because everyone was somewhat-aimlessly using paper plates to fan the fire to little avail. I and Shi Ting even took interview-filled videos of the two teams of fire people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide22.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing was that Gabriel was tasked to spearhead the cooking and the food, so he couldn't really attend to the guests and spend time with us even though it was his birthday. So, instead of he attending to us, we attended to him lor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide23.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the next pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide24.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"RAHHH!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why but Wan'er's natural laughs are very natural. Hahahaha, sounds meaningless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide25.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, what's with the paper plate in my top-left photo? And someone suggested a picture to take behind the dustbin, hence the bottom-left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the fire teams were really really funny. There were two teams, the Chinese Orchestra team and the Basketball team. It then evolved to the Performing Arts team and the non-PA team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fires at both teams kept fluctuating between big and small. Most of the time, the PA team was 'winning', but by the end of the race, their fire was like extinguished out (HAHA) while the non-PA team, the arguable black horse, had a vibrant flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide26.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Vanessa, Vivienne, Gabriel, Tan Inn, Wan'er, Shi Ting, Karen?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Performing Arts Team and Karen. Don't know what she's doing there, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide27.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Zihui, Felicia, Glenna, Wee Kiat, Karen?, Rita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Non-Performing Arts Team. Okay, now what is Karen doing here as well? She's in Girl Guides so she rightfully belongs here, yet she appears in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; team photos. Haha! You also realise that the fire in the Non-PA group photo is cooler than that of the PA team right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide28.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the time while they were doing the fires, I was sitting down with some of them (cause they occasionally stopped to rest) and playing a somewhat-charade with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt;: "When you left I lost a part of-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;: "Me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt;: "It's still so hard to be-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;: "-live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt;: "Come back baby please cause-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them&lt;/span&gt;: "We Belong Together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yep, most of the time it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Belong Together. &lt;/span&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide29.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fire race, most of us split to eat salad or to go sit around. Most of us was back in the room. Vanessa started telling us about her family story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned back, the sky was already darkening. Gabriel's extended family arrived already, and BBQ-ed food was already being served. Some of them urged to play games, so we did four of five charades before proceeding on to that game I first played at Nazma's house warming party back in 2008 (can't believe I would actually write that, 'back in 2008').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide30.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the 10-word-to-1 game where we all take on household family roles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignatius &lt;/span&gt;- Father, extra-marital affair with Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; - Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zihui &lt;/span&gt;- Lesbian daughter of Ignatius &amp;amp; Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa &lt;/span&gt;- Lesbian lover of Zihui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Ting&lt;/span&gt; - Maid, attempts to seduce Wee Kiat to stay in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan'er&lt;/span&gt; - Grandfather of Zihui and Wee Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen &lt;/span&gt;- Grandmother of Zihui and Wee Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt; - Extra-marital affair with Wee Kiat, later with Ignatius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wee Kiat&lt;/span&gt; - Son of Ignatius and Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan Inn&lt;/span&gt; - Unrequited wife of Wee Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivienne&lt;/span&gt; - Hermaphroditic child of Ignatius and Felicia&lt;/blockquote&gt;Otherwise known as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Others/familytree.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty complicated, eh?! Felicia, Karen and Wee Kiat made incorrect sentences once each, but none were eliminated by the end of the game because you need two incorrect sentences to be eliminated. Anyway, the storyline was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Felicia is very close to the bu-nan-bu-nu child, Vivienne.&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Ting wanted to quit her job, then wanted to stay behind in the end and 'seduce' Wee Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;- Wee Kiat does not know how to choose between Rita and Tan Inn.&lt;br /&gt;- Tan Inn attacks Rita pretty much entirely throughout the game.&lt;br /&gt;- Ignatius steals Rita away to solve Wee Kiat's dilemma, divorcing Felicia.&lt;br /&gt;- Wan'er and Karen are senile grandparents who don't have any idea what is going on. Haha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide31.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, definitely the most physical throughout the whole chalet event was the Cling Cling, which was crazy. It was funny like siao, kinda like the China Immersion Trip back in 2008 (I used the term again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide32.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love pictures that are taken at night, even though flash must be used. My camera’s flash is a little crazy sometimes. You press the button and wait a thousand hours. Oh, did I mention that Gabriel’s cousins played as well? The older one, Primary 5, played throughout, and one of the girls told me he usually clings to Glenna, disadvantaging Glenna’s original partner, so it’s not good to be Glenna’s partner. Hahaha. The younger one was sick and only played for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide33.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at them run! Whenever someone ran towards my pair’s direction, I would grab that person instead of letting him/her come to me! Hahahahah, which was kinda unfair! And when I was paired with Wan’er, Felicia tried to cling to either of us, but both of us ironically ran away from her! Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide34.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Wee Kait flying?! I think his legs are not on the ground ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide35.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I remember now! While I was paired with Wee Kiat, Rita was running, then she likely slipped on the grass or something, so she fell down. Err, I and Wee Kiat were laughing throughout caused the way she fell was very very funny! Hahahahah, then I kept saying that she had no one to cling, so she decided to cling the ground. Hahahah! I am going to hell! Also, Shi Ting felt nauseous and ran to the drain. Idiotically co-incidentally, this neighbouring group of people were playing water bombs. One of them was running away from everyone, and that idiot just had to run towards Shi Ting. In the end, all the water bombs were splashed and all those that ran to help Shi Ting in the first place where all slightly drenched in water. =.= The worst was that they didn’t clear the plastic bags. *roll eyes till the eyeballs drop out of my sockets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide36.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who took this didn’t activate the flash, or the camera went crazy. Therefore I turned the whole picture black-and-white lah, since it’s already unclear. I haven’t sharpen the picture yet. There’s a function called Unsharp Mask, but the irony is that it sharpens the image even though the function name sounds otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide37.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group shot with someone in front. Oh shit. I thought Wee Kiat was me in the photo. But aiya, since we both wear black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide38.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cake time! It occured when Vanessa, Karen and Vivienne had to rush to their parents’ cars, so this was done pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide39.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was really very awesome. I had a very big piece, and even went back to ask Gabriel’s 27-year-old cousin for more. Hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide40.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Gabriel preparing for an African photo shoot? All thanks to Glenna, who even smudged my face as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide41.jpg" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a He-Bear in the closet, let it out so it can breathe. *Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide42.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and the moon! Okay, I think this is the shortest caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i541.photobucket.com/albums/gg373/ignatiussaidwhat/Gabchalet/Slide43.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those glasses that I’m wearing are the gift I have for Gabriel! While Felicia and Zihui helped me to do something GaGa to the glasses, we used it to take photos. Felicia took the above four photos and kept telling us not to laugh, but we laughed non stop obviously, as seen in the bottom-right pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, immediately after that, my camera battery officially died off [ :( ], so I actually didn’t take anymore photos until the next day. I used the phone camera, which entirely sucks. Anyway, one by one they all started leaving. When it was really late, like 11-12 midnight, only five people remained: Gabriel, Glenna, me, Felicia and Zihui. The first four were the only ones staying over at the chalet. Zihui tried really hard to stay as well, but her mom would not allow it and wanted her to take a solo cab ride back home. All of us were worried for her, in case the taxi driver was a lao tiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our Laoda Zihui eventually left, then the four of us walked to Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, we didn’t really know how to get there in a first place, so we just kept walking down a road of terraces. Worst, I, Gabriel and Glenna were singing songs. Gabriel was singing Just Dance or She Wolf while Felicia was doing hell-knows-what. I and Glenna were:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignatius &amp;amp; Glenna&lt;/strong&gt;: “Got me looking! So crazy, my baby, I’m not myself lately, I’m foolish, I don’t do this. I’ve been played myself, but baby I don’t care, cause youre love’s got the best o’ me, and baby you’re making a fool o’ me, you got me sprung and I don’t care who sees, cause baby you got me you got me you got me so crazy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignatius&lt;/strong&gt;: “Got me looking so crazy right now, your love’s got me looking so crazy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;: “AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;A pretty large dog was barking at us! We started running out of the road, which turned out to be a bloody dead-end! We then ran out, and Glenna began shivering at her fingers. Fortunately, the dog was inside his owner’s terrace house and couldn’t jump out to eat us up (hahahah) because of the towering gates. We then walked all the way to Cheers, where, wow, half the place was still awake, quite comfortingly. I bought two bottles of water and a tin can of Fox sweets that is right now, a ruler’s length away from my left hand as I write this sentence. We all went back and then started to bathe, but a huge cockroach was disturbing us initially by crawling and flying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel threw a water-filled 1.5litre bottle at the cockroach, injuring it. It scrambled under the fridge, and that’s the last we know of it. After bathing (shuang!), we all went up to the room and started talking and eating all the chocolates and chips. It was really fun and cozy. I kept throwing wrappers on to Felicia’s mattress, pissing her off. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Gabriel, who was understandably extremely tired, wanted to go to sleep. We all started to try to sleep but were instead talking for the next 30 minutes. Felicia said she couldn’t sleep because she ate too much, and it slowly became a joke. We said that if she went to ballet the next day, she would do a split and then suddenly fart. Then she would have a hot air balloon that will float her up to the roof. Hahahahaa! Glenna laughed till she could sleep no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was probably 4am when we finally slept. The lights were all on, and it was pretty peaceful. The right side of my pelvis was weirdly pain, I don’t know why. I only remember waking up once, and it was because Glenna was awoken by a weird sound that affected her throughout the night. I was okay though. Just went back to sleep, really normally. Felicia’s eyes were opened wide if I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally woke up shortly before 9am. We deduced that the weird sounds that Glenna heard were not Felicia’s farts (hahaha!) but the ceiling fan below that malfunctioned and no longer worked. Anyway, we went to have breakfast at the kopitiam, then went back, then went to the beach, then went back, then we started talking again. Then, it was FINALLy time for it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Felicia took the MRT back all the way from Pasir Ris to Lakeside/Pioneer (repsectively). The ride was not very long though, because we were talking throughout till I never peacefully listened to a song completely with both earpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt;, for inviting me as one of the lucky eleven to your 15th birthday chalet! You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Glenna&lt;/strong&gt;, for all the asisstance and laughing so much! And oh ya, the cake smudge! =.= Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Felicia and Zihui&lt;/strong&gt;, for the company throughout the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Karen&lt;/strong&gt;, for the wonderful photos that you took! You’re the best person I can pass my camera to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Wan’er and Rita&lt;/strong&gt;, for all the funny videos that we took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Vivienne, Vanessa and Tan Inn&lt;/strong&gt;, for all the fun and games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Shi Ting&lt;/strong&gt;, for taking that pretty-Cloverfield-shaky documentary video of the fire race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Wee Kiat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;bladeh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahhh, and now,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[CONTENT REMOVED]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think this post is a closed book. Not sure if I want to upload the phone-camera pics cause they are of pointless quality. Aiya, we’ll see about that! 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