<?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-21380288</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:36:28.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Obsessions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-5456099929933262038</id><published>2007-04-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:58:51.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emo-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, and back with a new post. Honestly, I don't know what to talk about today...nothing exciting really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, except the news of the Temasek Wind Ensemble getting silver for SYF instead of gold. I can see that many band members (those in my class) are really sad...but its okay, ya'll get 'em two years later :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had speech day rehearsal today. I got gastric pain halfway through it. I ate lontong for lunch, and I hardly finished half of it. The glutinous rice stuff (the one you eat with satay) was kind of...bland. So, minus the rice, what's left of lontong? Tofu, cabbage and a fried potato ball. (that's not a typo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How is a growing girl suppose to survive on that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole prize presenting part, honestly, was horrifically boring. I mean, what's so entertaining about seeing people you don't know waltz up on stage, collect an envelope and waltz back down? Oh yes, and the path back to our seat, after we've collected our prizes is really long, as we have to walk around the different 'blocks' of chairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The performance part was much better. There wasn't really many items...Band (percussion), Dance, ASEAN scholars dance, Acapella (spelling?) group and Chinese Orchestra. In other words, they were mainly made up of Aesthetic groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole rehearsal, I found it difficult to walk because of the excruciating pain in my tummy. So I went downstairs to the canteen and bought a Char Siew (chicken meat) Pau. I practically stuffed the whole thing into my mouth. I could still feel pain in my poor li'l tummy, so I bought 3 Siew Mais and covered them in chilli sauce. After eating those yummy Siew Mais, I still felt hungry, so I bought myself a chocolate soya bean drink from the vending machine. Only then did my stomach cease to burn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, now I'm broke...I've been spending alot of money on chocolate soya bean milk and paus lately. I plan to buy myself 3 Siew Mais tomorrow and cover them in chilli sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay, condiments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-5456099929933262038?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/5456099929933262038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=5456099929933262038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/5456099929933262038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/5456099929933262038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-296691776686011941</id><published>2007-04-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:29:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I eat muffins &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a new haircut today! Its horrendously short...Like seriously, I don't know how I'm suppose to tie my bun for ballet tomorrow...It has got me a bit worried honestly. Oh yes, and my side fringe is gone...(imagine simultaneous gasping in the background). Instead, I got this sort of Fann-Wong-In-Her-Recent-Hospital-Drama sort of hair. Its basically a straight fringe above my brows. If a leave some hair at the side of my head and tie the rest, I look so...cute....like, ew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yesh, I plan to start a blogskins and deviantart account. So keep an eye out for my first blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still eat muffins &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-296691776686011941?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/296691776686011941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=296691776686011941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/296691776686011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/296691776686011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-eat-muffins-3-i-got-new-haircut-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-4063431296994788096</id><published>2007-04-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:19:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell in love with emo bunny...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually there are two...one of them is named "Emo Bunny" and the other one "Rockstar Bunny"...Both of them cast US$50...shipping fees excluded. I seriously plan to buy one of them...(or both, if I save up enough). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unless, of course, someone gets it for my b-dae....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334727515625282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ILC5pmJTKgQ/RhZkrUZjV0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/w4eXcXPTaio/s320/Special_Emo_Bunny_by_SplitxMindxPlush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050330913584666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ILC5pmJTKgQ/RhZhNUZjVwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E0RLsW17xRc/s320/Rock_Star_Bunny_by_SplitxMindxPlush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-4063431296994788096?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/4063431296994788096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=4063431296994788096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/4063431296994788096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/4063431296994788096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-fell-in-love-with-emo-bunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ILC5pmJTKgQ/RhZkrUZjV0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/w4eXcXPTaio/s72-c/Special_Emo_Bunny_by_SplitxMindxPlush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-3765463323356874728</id><published>2007-04-05T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:39:59.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a free bible at school today. Its really small, pocket-sized, probably for those impromptu moments when you need inspiration. Like in the toilet, when you are having constipation, or before an examination. Then, it hit me...its Good Friday tomorrow. Actually, it hit me ages ago...I've been counting the days to this grand and not to mention, inspirational day...oh, and its a holiday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes, for everyone's infomation, Temasek Secondary wasn't giving out bibles. It was the men standing at the school gate. I actually told the man I didn't really want a pocket bible, but he told me to "just take it". I bet he has supernatural powers - he must've sensed my trouble and emo soul, so he gave me something to help cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I had to attend the speech day rehearsal. Surprisingly, it took the awardees a total of  2 hours to learn to walk on stage and collect a prize. When I bowed on stage, this teacher (I don't know her name) saw my fringe drop, covering my face. So she told me to pin it up on Speech Day. Mr Lim (for my primary school classmates info, he is my form teacher) saw this and told me my fringe was long or something. So I was like, "Ok..". After the rehearsal, he saw me leaving the hall and came over. Then he told me about the teacher telling me off about my fringe. He then told me to look down. I did, and not a strand of hair fell. Why? 'Cause I had already pinned up my hair. Then he was like, "Eh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But not to worry, dear followers, I am still a goody-two-shoes and will get my fringe shortened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-3765463323356874728?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/3765463323356874728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=3765463323356874728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/3765463323356874728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/3765463323356874728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-i-got-free-bible-at-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-2778825358925346929</id><published>2007-04-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:57:48.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salutions one and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm blogging today...told ya I'll be regular in posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing really happened today really. Class 2A had its 2nd english test. I think I have every right to say everyone has a phobia of english tests, after the...ahem, 1st english test. It was quite easy I suppose. I'm not sure, as the last time I thought it was easy, but I got shockingly horrid marks. One good thing, it was the shortest english test ever. It only had like...5 questions, 5 MCQ, and about 7 or 8 vocab words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's it, what can I say? It was just plain uneventful today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chiow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-2778825358925346929?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/2778825358925346929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=2778825358925346929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/2778825358925346929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/2778825358925346929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/salutions-one-and-all-yeah-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-5041125297419740622</id><published>2007-04-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:09:45.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I wait for my Milo to chill, I've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened today. Unfortunately, none of them are as interesting as they sound. With my superior skills of literature and composition, I narrate them in a way such that they are worthy of being plots of action movies starring Tom Cruise and other less important people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, that was a joke. Since when was anything about me superior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I was suppose to attend the speech day rehearsal (2hours 30 mins). At first I was like, "WHAT? WE NEED 2 HOURS AND 30 MINS TO LEARN TO WALK ON STAGE AND RECIEVE A PRIZE?", but the air con eventually cooled me off. After just sitting there (with the other prize winners) for 40 minutes or so, the teacher-in-charge dismissed us. Why? 'Cause many awardees didn't bother to go. So what was I to do? I went to Maths Olympiad to surprise Amaryllis and Sarah, who thought I wouldn't be there. I walked in and was like, "Hi teacher" and sat down. That guy doesn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After Maths Olympiad, Sarah and I caught the MRT train from Tanah Mera MRT station. Then, something big happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't have space in my bag to put my lunchbox in it, so I was forced to place it on the stack of books I was carrying in my arms. Then, as we were talking, the lunchbox (empty) dropped on the floor. This wasn't a problem, but for some reason, upon falling, the lunchbox continued to roll and roll. Eventually, it rolled down the MRT tracks. I knew the train wouldn't explode or something, as it wasn't on the metal bar in the middle of the track the MRT actually travelled on. However, Sarah feared the explosion. So we went to the other side of the platform, with the intention of calling the passenger service station with the nifty emergency phone. But, the fine for misuse was $5000 and we were pressured by the number of zeros. Just then, a knight in pink uniform (the MRT staff) came out from the lift. We asked about the train and whether it would be in danger, and he said there wouldn't be. He asked if the lunchbox was of great importance, and if I would like to have it retrieved, I denied. In the end, the train came and nothing in particular happened to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes. A woman was actually watching us when the lunchbox rolled off the edge of the platform. I wonder why she didn't bother to give us advice or help. She just stood there, like any *snort* considerate and helpful S'pore citizen. (sarcasm) However, I am afraid she thought we were running away from the scene of the crime, when we walked to the other end of the platform. What if she complains to Temasek's dear principle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly hope not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my Milo would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chilled by now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-5041125297419740622?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/5041125297419740622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=5041125297419740622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/5041125297419740622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/5041125297419740622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-i-wait-for-my-milo-to-chill-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-1142297210597220928</id><published>2007-04-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:22:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yoooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't amazing that I'm actually blogging? Well, I made it a point to login today for your entertainment...(gosh, I hope people still go to my blog...afterall, I haven't blogged in centuries!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just spent more than half the day studying my history. 3 chapters! My goodness, I'm gonna die...Oh yes, I have seen the light, and I'm not emo anymore...technically, I was never emo, but hey, I need something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...Oh yeah, yesterday I went out with Yijun (as usual) and Caleb (Gasp!!). Why? To watch Mr Bean's Holiday of course. Well, actually Seran was suppose to come along, to accompany Caleb, but he ended up going off with his other friend, leaving poor Caleb with us. So of course, Yijun and I went to the arcade, like he wanted to. It was strangely awkward, really. I mean, usually, when its just Yijun and I (or any other girls, really) we follow this schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to Popular and look at random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go Minitoons and look at more random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to Sans bookstore and look at random books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to random accessory shops (earrings, my dear earring shops) and look at random accessories. Perhaps buy some accessories, if within budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to random fashion boutiques and look at random stuff. Its confirmed we won't get anything, due to tight budget (actually, we don't have money to spend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go to Toys 'R' Us to look at random toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go and buy random junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But yesterday, we stayed in the arcade and played random shooting games. I played the House of the Dead with Caleb, and yelped and screamed a few times. I also hit the screen of the machine with my gun a few times. I think I shot something, but Caleb probably did all the shooting. After Mr Bean's Holiday, YiJun and I played that game on our own. We lost at the first level...I don't even think we got halfway through the first level. After Caleb left, we then went off to Minitoons to buy gummies and to Sans bookstore. We eventually bought fried sotong and said goodbye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That reminds me, the movie was awesome! It was so funny, especially at the end. I give it 5 stars! I'm trying to persuade my mum into buying the DVD, for my viewing pleasure. Its the best movie ever, and I give it 5 stars!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta go study teh history (again) now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-1142297210597220928?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/1142297210597220928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=1142297210597220928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/1142297210597220928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/1142297210597220928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/04/yoooo-isnt-amazing-that-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-4544820890544074515</id><published>2007-03-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:24:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided to use the smallest font...'cause its sexy...not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have finally posted something, after MONTHS of not posting. Actually, I don't have anything to say...I'm just terribly bored. I plan to go out on a movie this saturday, with Fish and some other people (currently only caleb), but he says that if no one else is going, he's not gonna turn up. Gosh, he really knows to make another person feel as though their presence is appreciated. But anyhoo, who needs him? Fish and I are perfectly contented with going by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today class 2Aspiration went on a Geography field trip. We were given maps and worksheets and were suppose to go around doing stuff. Actually, all we really did was copy down answers to questions such as, "Uses of rubber", "Last battle fought in S'pore". Our instructor ran off with another group, so the girls of 2Aspiration had to follow 2E, who was lucky enough to get a instructor who actually followed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I know this is a short post, but dinner is ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-4544820890544074515?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/4544820890544074515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=4544820890544074515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/4544820890544074515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/4544820890544074515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2007/03/33-ive-decided-to-use-smallest-font.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-116559160261510067</id><published>2006-12-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:26:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can just imagine all of your shocked faces right now, remaining fans, as I push the buttons on my keyboard, or in other words, type. Yes, it has been months since I last posted anything at all. I feel kind of guilty, honestly. Well, I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is just a post to tell you that I still blog! Yes, I do! Its just that...I can't stand to even look at my blog, after getting my new laptop with the unusually wide screen. My blog layout appears...different. So I'm making a new layout, one that would look okay for both you wide-screeners and normal-sized-screeners.  I'll also be (hopefully) including this new section of the blog, known as "Pick". Oh Em Gee! What does that mean? Well, I'll be posting my top picks for music, books, etc, just for kicks. What I won't be posting on picks is stuff like fashion, politics, restaurants, games, cheeses, etc, as I don't indulge in those things, and I have no right to give fashion tips, as I am very unstylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been very busy, with stuff like tuition and ballet. I have ballet like, 3 times a week, and tuition twice a week. Its driving me insane. Well, actually only tuition does. Now, I actually find ballet &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;. Phew, it seemed as if the whole world had just stopped when I typed fun. Honestly, ballet wasn't that much fun last time. I'm not saying that ballet's boring. It just seems..more fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had pudding today! It was chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will get my new blog layout up by tomorrow. I just need to find a suitable background. I already have the blog box thing ready, just not the background. I'm just a girl anyway, give me time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudding Nation,&lt;br /&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-116559160261510067?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/116559160261510067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=116559160261510067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/116559160261510067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/116559160261510067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-can-just-imagine-all-of-your-shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115694792471149470</id><published>2006-08-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:25:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good day one and all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you may know, today was the last day of school. There will be no classes tomorrow...at all...so hah...Temasek has decided to celebrate the existance of our beloved teacher by having a concert dedicated to them, a "morning breakfast" prepared by the students especially for them and our Aces day dance ( although don't think it really has anything to do with the teachers). And why did I put inverted commas on morning breakfast?? Well, neanderthal (no offense), I really isn't a breakfast. Why? The teachers will probably have eaten breakfast when we have our morning breakfast and I don't think the food the morning breakfast comittee ordered is really that good. Why? The breakfast is catered by our school's very own, Western food stall person. The whole meal will cost the class $80, which isn't a very low price (in a school, that is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes, I got my progress report today. I total percentage is 80%, which means that on the average, I get A1 for everything, although I didn't. I got 1 B....ENGLISH...but hey, still got top 5 in english. Alex went completely insane today. He kept complaining how he lost to me by 1%. Oh please, I lost to him in term 1 by 1% too...and at that time I had 1 E8! He keeps saying how he'll beat me next time and how its already confirmed. However, excuse me for my language, but that is &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;. Talk about over-confident. So I have to study like mad, get high marks in the final-year and beat Alex and laugh him out of Singapore (not literally)After he got over his I-didn't-get-first-in-class-but-will-eventually-but-meanwhile-I'm-gonna-be-a-big-pain phase, he started to ask me about tomorrow's Express-O day attire. That guy is weird...yet I'm usually the weird one...that just says that he's extra weird to have a weird person calling him weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right...Eggs,anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115694792471149470?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115694792471149470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115694792471149470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115694792471149470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115694792471149470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-day-one-and-all-as-you-may-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115668791731675599</id><published>2006-08-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:11:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a lovely day. I got over my depression over the -insert coughing noises- last post...Yup...I'm happy...really happy...I feel I've gained a new level of confidence...as if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, despite how unconfident I am about myself, I still have a life and have to move on. We got our Chinese test papers back on Friday and I scored 70. The highest I think was Sasa, who scored 77. Somebody totaled up Amaryllis marks wrongly, so she got 71, not 89. At least she had the integrity to own up and tell our Chinese teacher...(which I really look up to) Unlike somebody, who grabbed her arm and told her not to change her marks. And the crime was not commited alone, for there was an accomplice! I did the right thing and told them to let her own up and told them about honesty and all the other sweet stuff. The two did not listen and claimed I was jealous of Amaryllis' 89. However, jealous of what? That she got highest by a mistake? I'm not bashing Amaryllis, as she's honest. So the other two people, the people who ASSUMED I was jealous, started scolding me, and why? As I was trying to promote honestly and good morality. So what did I really do wrong? Just because I have a conscience and honestly I get scolded. I think I've simmered down at the moment, but it still remains in my memory. I think I need some ice to cool down. (frozen water, not the drug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to the library today and borrowed Jo's "The Party Room". Its the greatest trilogy I've ever read. EVER!! I borrowed two books for myself, one entitled "...then he ate my boy entrancers" and "Lust". I've started on the first one, and frankly, I hadly understand the book. They use all those twisted terms that teenagers probably use, such as "Inspirationosity" and "Hunky". At least the cover's cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and by the way, I lost my dance clothes. The track pants, the shirt, the bag. Who would be stupid and poor enough to steal it, I do not know. Coincidentally, we didn't have dance on Friday. We just went to the AVT, watched "High School Musical" then went home. And guess what? It was the UNCUT version. With new scenes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115668791731675599?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115668791731675599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115668791731675599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115668791731675599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115668791731675599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-lovely-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115632953021032033</id><published>2006-08-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:38:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup..today was the PSL auditions...sad to say, I did not get in...Reason? Well, I got very nervous because the PSLs who interviewed me didn't look very friendly and were just...there...all quiet and serious and stuff. So obviously, I got nervous and couldn't think of what to say. Thus, I did not get in. I'm not sad however...somehow, I feel as if it doesn't really matter. I mean, so what if I didn't get in? I have alot of other values...Now, let's go through them one by one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have good grades. (very important to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm selected for a chinese composition competition...(currently only I...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I scored well for my mid-year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm one of the 8 girls that were dancing by ourselves (as in 8 together) in the dance item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have more time for studying and my computer games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More time to go to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not worried about test grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting good marks for math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have 2 CCAs to juggle, which is why this may not work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only have Thursday to return home early currently...not able to have any PSL meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone makes mistakes and alot of people weren't chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only 25 in the level are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yes, after scanning through these points, I feel so much better. And when they asked if I would go for dance or PSL meeting, I said dance...CCA comes first, of course. Its not as if not being a PSL would kill me. I'm already stressed as it is. CL reading club, dance club, math olympiad (course starting after science enrichment), science enrichment and many others...So actually, I don't really feel that sad, as first things come first, and no offense, but somehow PSL duty to me, is not as important as the other duties I have. I'll end up skipping my duties and die of stress..(literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, of course I'm saddened...but the point is, if I think about it, my life is already complete...and its the same even if I'm not a PSL. I have great friends, family, financially stable and good in my studies. Well, there's still the growing up and earning lotsa moolah, but hey, if I think about it, I already feel so complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and the quote that I live by, "Any man can make mistakes, only an idiot persists on it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think I'm an idiot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115632953021032033?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115632953021032033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115632953021032033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115632953021032033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115632953021032033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/08/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115518968465619308</id><published>2006-08-10T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:02:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello my loyal worshippers! Did ya miss me? Well, of course you did, now zip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahem..as you all may know, Tuesday, 8th of August was Temasek's very own national day celebration. We did all the things that you may be VERY farmiliar with, ( since it never freaking changes ) such as singing, screaming, waving our hands or tiny flags and a pinch of dancing. And I think I've gone completely cuckoo, because i thought it was actually kind of fun. The telematch wasn't that bad...at least they had music. So teh posse, in other words, Amaryllis, Felicia and I ( we were sitting together on the wet drain ) sang along to the songs...actually only me and Emelia, who sat beside Felicia. We even did some last minute choreographing and came up with some dance moves. You can just imagine the number of stares we earned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know whether its true, but i heard that 1A or otherwise known as 1Aspiration won 1st place. Even Miss Tang said so. Then they said that the 1N pupils lied and said that they won. Twice. This cause ALOT of confusion in people like me, who doesn't really care and anger in others, who actually DID care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We then went up to the hall to celebrate. It was nothing much...3 minutes of fame, which wasn't really that exciting and the singing by the choir together with the musical abilities of the Chinese Ochestra. Yup, it was a very short performance. VERY sh0rt. In fact, most of the time was occupied by the grand finale, the singing of those corny Singapore songs about love and home and other crap. At first nobody got into the patriotic spirit and didn't even wave their hands ( I did ). So the teachers requested that we stand up. So we did. Many still didn't get into the spirit but some of the girls in my class did. Amaryllis and I did stupid actions while sreaming the lyrics and other just sang really loudly. I didn't really sing everything. Like when they came to the part, "Singapore", I would just scream out, "Pore". Sometimes I did say the whole thing but the reason why I only did the above action is because I ran out of breath. I was coughing and choking...fortunately, I lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the whole celebration I went out with Emelia, Amanda and an unexpected Felicia. Seriously, I didn't even know she was coming the day before. Oo We went to Tampinese Mall and our main purpose, was actually to watch Pirates of the Carribean. But we didn't...'Cause they're hungry...So I bid goodbye to sweet, Johnny Depp. We ate KFC after 20 minutes of queueing up for it. We then walked all around Tampinese Mall. We went into Toys r Us when we got bored and desperate. I took a video of Elmo and Cookie Monster doing the hokey pokey. We also found this whole cart full of those long sponge sticks used in pools. Amanda, Emelia and Felicia attached those sticks to this tube like sponge and started hitting me with em...as if they were hammers. I tried to escape, but they kept hitting me. Then, like an angel, one of the employees stopped them as kind of scolded us. KIND OF. But I was just a victim. We left Toys r Us, with a bottle of bubble mixture in my hand. For Toast, naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continue worshipping me, Hsu Li...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115518968465619308?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115518968465619308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115518968465619308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115518968465619308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115518968465619308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-my-loyal-worshippers-did-ya-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115313554068881988</id><published>2006-07-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:42:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello my lovely minions, it is I, the perky and dare I say lovely, Hsu Li~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I am back. Now let's take a moment to absorb the great shock you all must be having right now...Done? Okay, let's continue. Yup, I am perfectly aware that it has been AGES since I last blogged. Why? Let's take a look at the following points I have carefully though out, Charlie Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School - It has begun. So, duh...Sometimes I really wonder if you DO have a mind, Charlie Brown. School has been stressful, discouraging, stressful and well, just plain stressful. And being the crazy girl obsessed with good grades, I suppose studying comes before blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrival of Toast - Its not the real toast...I hardly eat any anyway. Toast is my new kitten, and a frisky one she is, Charlie Brown. Up to today, she has peed and pooped on the sofa a grand total of...6 times. She's lovable, and loves to rub herself against you. She's either saying she loves you, or she's just icky and your rough, unconditioned skin is the perfect back scratcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life - I have a life. Deal with it, Charlie brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to life issues, my mum went to the parent-teacher meeting last Saturday at Temasek. She got a chance to talk to my chinese teacher, who told her to tell me to join the chinese reading club, after failing to get an answer from me...thrice. So guess I'll be staying back every Wednesday. It isn't really that bad, well, I just wish it wasn't on that day, at that time. I also couldn't become a student conseller, as my form teacher thought that I could not talk. I can, and I have like....40 witnesses. Oh well, no biggy....sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be going out to the Singapore Expo for the hip hop workshop. Apparently the hip hop people are trying to break the record of 'the most number of people attending a workshop'. So I guess I'll be seeing Bevan and the other dancers tomorrow...I'm so sleepy, its actually scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toodles, Hsu Li...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115313554068881988?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115313554068881988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115313554068881988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115313554068881988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115313554068881988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-my-lovely-minions-it-is-i-perky.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115046750409988725</id><published>2006-06-16T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:21:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel pretty, oh so pretty, oh so pretty and...um...pretty and gaayyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that a wonderful little song? Its from the movie, "Anger Management"...at least...that's where I learnt it from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was yet another exciting and wonderful day..And by golly, when I say "exciting and wonderful", I'm being entirely sarcastic..I did the usual, play computer games until I see a strange light when I look away and feel blinded ( happens all the time ) and sit on the sofa waiting til 3pm...then I go take a shower. I watched " Corspe Bride " today, which my sister lent from her friend and lent me before she left on a flight to Hong Kong today. It was a pirated CD anyway..The ending really sucked...I really wanted the corspe bride to win the heart of that freaky white guy who happens to be the main character...Johnny Depp rocks ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after that I took a shower and played Gunbound, which happens to be the most exciting thing to do when you're completely out of ideas to entertain yourself. After that I did a portion of my tuition homework and then fell asleep halfway while doing it...Sometimes I wonder what I have done to deserve such a splendid life...that was sarcasm too, by the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess I'm gonna go continue doing my tuition homework now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarcasm rules,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115046750409988725?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115046750409988725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115046750409988725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115046750409988725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115046750409988725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty-oh-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115030786997915067</id><published>2006-06-15T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T01:57:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RAWR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just rebooted my computer and apparently I don't have msn. Its not my fault, the msn homepage is taking centuries to load. Some programme invaded my computer and stupid ads keep popping up...even when I'm not using the internet. The popup blockers don't even work now, so if you think about it, rebooting it was the easiest and least frustrating way out. Actually, it actually depends on your defination of  'frustrating', as I've lost all my picture files, game files, Sims2 trash and alot of other thingies, but hey, I'm good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I went back to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*holy noises* Hallelujah! Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Temasek Secondary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, stop it, there's nothing holy about it...Anyway, to do the ISP project, which was filming the show, which was incredibly lame...It was either 'Helping the Elderly' or 'Pirates at Sea'. My group chose 'Helping the Elderly' due to some good reasons, such as it was easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess what? Amaryllis was 1 hour and 30 minutes late for our shooting meeting. When Emelia called to ask where the hell she was, she said that she just woke up! Can you believe that? Can you? CAN YOU? Well, it didn't matter as we got to rehearse while she wasn't there and her character wasn't much of an important one anyway. All she had to do was to wear one of my grandma's old shirts, carry a bunch of grocery bags with empty boxes and fall down. She really suited her part as the Old Lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was of course, innocent girl no. 2. Emelia was the mean girl and Amanda was innocent girl no. 1. I didn't mind, as I had less lines than them. After about...I dunno..1-2 hours (?) we were done and ready to edit, which took very little time. We were done by noon and maybe slightly over. After that we went KFC. Felicia and Amaryllis bought the Superman bucket thing which his ugly face and ugly costume. They could hardly finish it. I got myself a Bandito and a jumbo-sized coleslore, which I regret buying. By the time I had reached home with it, (I couldn't finish it at KFC) all the coleslore sauce leaked out onto the bag and was starting to admit a weird smell. My grandma refused to eat it when I showed it to her. But before leaving the worshipped-by-many Tampinese Mall, Emelia, Amanda, Amaryllis, Felicia and I went to take neoprints. Unfortunately, the machine was a tad insane and printed some pictures we didn't select, and didn't print some pictures we did select.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's all for today, until I get back my msn...I'm still desperately trying to open a bottle of diet coke I got free from White Sands. It doesn't have the cut its suppose to have to allow people to open it...so yeah...I actually got 3 bottles. My grandma and I got a bottle each but she went back to take another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bread Bread Revolution, ( from the creators of Dance Dance Revolution!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115030786997915067?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115030786997915067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115030786997915067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115030786997915067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115030786997915067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/06/rawr-i-just-rebooted-my-computer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-115021034879012829</id><published>2006-06-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:52:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello loyal followers! It is me, the great Bread, the most...lively of all breads, which includes tarts and other pastries. Yeah, it has been like...ages since i last updated...I'm trying to find a good layout...I can't work without a good one. And before you leave, rate my current blog picture..1 ( sucks ), 2 ( bad ), 3 ( okay ), 4 ( great ) and 5 ( OMG I LOVE YOU! )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, what can I say, its the holidays! The only 'big' events are Amaryllis' birthday and the so-called apocalyspe, on the 6th of June. Actually, it was a big fat rumour, which is extremely obvious, as we are not dead. I might be asinine just mentioning that its fake. I read this article somewhere which actually says scientists or the people who translate the holy text or whatever have discovered that the devil's number is not 666, but 616, which had already passed long ago..( 6th of January 2006 )..Which proves that the apocalyspe is not on the day which the devil's number appears. I can't believe i went around msn telling people the apocalyspe was near and saying stuff like," If we die, I just wanna let you know that I'm sure the baby fat will go away eventually." Which was stupid, as if we really did die, the baby fat wouldn't get the chance to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm desperate to go out to take neoprints with Hanis and other Eliasians. I've become addicted to the neoprint machine ever since my first go at it. Has anyone ever had that problem? Anyway, I'm going to finish the 'about me' page soon, well, as soon as I get a decent photo of myself. I always look creepy or dorky on camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bread Queen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-115021034879012829?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/115021034879012829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=115021034879012829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115021034879012829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/115021034879012829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-loyal-followers-it-is-me-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114865781842859598</id><published>2006-05-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:36:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everybody~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I've kept my promise. How do you all like the new layout? Okay, maybe the green is shocking, but hey, I think it looks...exciting...and i spent a great deal of time on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my report card back today...actually, I think every secondary student got their report card back today. I got 5 As and 3 Bs, 1st in class and 3rd in the level. Yeah, its not exactly a very good score, but compared to the rest, it was quite good, I suppose. I didn't really want to get 1st this time round...probably it would be hard to mantain...I still have dignity ya know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114865781842859598?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114865781842859598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114865781842859598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114865781842859598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114865781842859598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-everybody-yes-ive-kept-my-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114707566028114894</id><published>2006-05-08T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:07:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everybody~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, big shock. I can just hear my imaginary blog readers saying, " Gasp! Is that Sue blogging? B-but I though she was dead! " Well, too bad, it takes more than that to kill me ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That includes 8 days of examinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, my loyal readers! Its examination week here at Temasek. I'm surprised I'm not in an asylum right now due to over-exposure to studying. The only thing I'm worried about is Chinese and D and T. The rest were easy. Maybe literature was...ahem...challenging, but hey, I have confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also find it very, very hard to blog, because I'm either studying or playing computer games, let it be Pangya or Sims2. It helps me relieve myself from stress. Another reason is because I think I am the only person in class 1A who actually blogs in complete and proper sentences. I also try to make my blog more interesting by adding humour to it, even if it is really lame. But I try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to change my blog layout soon. Maybe just the picture cause it takes wayyy too long to load. I have been thinking of posting one of my own drawings, even. So yeah, but it would be different because of my limited knowledge of drawing and laziness. I'll have to decide soon anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, and happy birthday to Sylvia, even though she and Nyssha came forth to me and told me how annoying my rolling eye habit was. In fact, I don't even know it if I roll my eyes. Oh please, if I wasn't content, I wouldn't roll my eyes but stick out my tongue. Its a behavioural thing, ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for now until after the exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;w00t,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114707566028114894?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114707566028114894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114707566028114894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114707566028114894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114707566028114894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-everybody-yes-i-know-big-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114563012196038656</id><published>2006-04-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:49:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, Alyssa, Felicia, Teh Pig, or Amaryllis and I went to Bedok Interchange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? How? What? Har?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It all started when my grandmother forgot to prepare my salted fish-filled lunch, and was force to dine out. There was also the rumour, which was supposedly created in a figment of Sylvia's mind, that eating salted fish turned your eyes yellow. Anyhoo, the 7 of us, including Sylvia, Sarah and Wai Leng, who did not go to Long John's, started the great number 14 bus wait. From 1pm to....2pm. Frustrated? Yes. The cause? I think the Chai Chee students, which stop comes before Temasek's, dismissal time was at 1pm. So yeah, 3 buses were full of 'em, and there was no way we could fit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alyssa kept on using the word 'dumb', in every way possible. For example, she kept on saying she and Sylvia were dumb smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long, tiring and definately retarded 1 hour, the first empty number 14 bus came, and whisked us to our destination. (Sylvia alighted halfway through the journey, while the other 2 took another bus due to the frustration of waiting) Well, actually, the bus made a few stops along the way, but hey, way to point out the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bedok was not really my defination of crowded, but hey, there was business...Along the way to Long John's, Amaryllis spotted some adorable little clocks. So she said that she would give us clocks &lt;em&gt;song zhong. &lt;/em&gt;But hey, can you blame her? Face it, her mouth is plain dirty. So yeah, Alyssa forced her to touch the wooden bench and wooden furniture in a shop to removed the curse. I also dragged her to a tree and forced her to touch it. The curse was off after that. At least, we thought it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long John's had this giant bell people rang if their service is good. Apparently, everyone seem to think it was good. Either that, or ringing it is just plain fun. We were unfortunate enough to sit next to that bell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We each bought a combo 1 meal, which comprises of 2 pieces of fried chicken, fries and a drink. I could've sworn both pieces of my fried chicken were smaller than the ones Amaryllis, Alyssa and Felicia got. We had tartar sauce and destroyed Amaryllis' fries by putting it over them while they already had chilli on them. I kept kicking Amaryllis' leg too, which was an accident. I drank all her coke too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We laughed, we talked, and I almost choked on my food. It was so fun. After that we went to the library of all places, and sat down in the children/ toddlers' level to chit chat. That was not fun. Why? 1) The chairs were too low. 2) Paisehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We left after that, feeling happy and contented. Little did I know I was going to have a case of either dierra or indigestion later that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay Beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114563012196038656?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114563012196038656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114563012196038656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114563012196038656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114563012196038656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-alyssa-felicia-teh-pig-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114494842482090355</id><published>2006-04-14T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:06:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was Temasek's annual sport meet thingy thing. It was loud, it was exciting, and boy, did my butt hurt big time after the whole e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I departed from home at about 10am. Time to reach Temasek? 11.30am. Yes, I'm as many of you would say, &lt;em&gt;kiasu.&lt;/em&gt; But hey, I don't give a damn. I reached Tampinese Mall at 10.20am, not before stopping by NTUC, conveniently located in White Sands. I rushed over to Century Square to pick up Amanda's birthday gift, and proceeded to the bus interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here comes the good part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was lost, in the interchange, hardly ever going there in the first place. I walk all the end to the bus interchange, only to discover the bus stop I was looking for was located at where I had started looking. So I walked all the way back. 10.45am. I waited for SBS bus 10...until 11.05am. I was frustrated, I was pissed, and I given gave the bus driver this look that said, " I hate you. Get out of my life." Luckily, however, alot of Temasekians were on that bus, which means if I get in trouble for being late, they will too. Along the way, Maeting boarded the bus and joined me in the task of trying to seal up the box Amanda's gift was in. We used staple bullets after all attempts failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.25am. Reaches Temasek. Just in time. Who's kiasu now, huh, HUH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 11.45am. Boards bus, tries not to puke due to the bus driver's constant stopping. It was a horrendously long trip, but I managed to keep myself entertained by meandering about Sims 2 and the expansion packs. Thank you, Sims! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unknown time. Reaches the stadium. Nobody really seemed in the mood for cheering or doing the kallang wave. Maybe that's why we lost the stinkin' cheering competition...oh well. It was raining too, which made everything worse. The staircase seat-like thing was drenched. It was hard, and dirty. The Dunman High students however, got to seat on real seats and under a shelter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unknown time to 5.45pm. I had, by that time eaten ALOT of snacks. I was feeling sick, hungry and of course, wet. All I really wanted to do at that moment, was sick on a nice, soft bed and probably take a shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And something happened! Ian, for some ridiculous reason only his mind could generate, poured water on Jun Jie or something. Then Jun Jie thought it was somebody else and splashed/poured water on the people in front, I think. I'm not too terribly sure, but hey, its your decision whether you would want to trust someone who spends most of her life playing the computer and studying that she misses out on stuff. Then Sylvia, who got splashed upon, got really like, mad, and poured water over Jun Jie. Seran did so too, and some other unknown people. But they apologised in the end ( Sylvia, that is) when they found out it was not Jun Jie's fault, but Ian's fault in the first place. So yeah, he's pretty much hated by some now. Don't ask me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please note that the above imformation may not be accurate and if it really isn't, you didn't read it from my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after the whole event, 1 Aspiration's bus reached Temasek at 7.15pm, where everyone rushed to the bustop, or the toilet. The sun by then had already set...and I couldn't help but smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? Very simple, I was a step nearer to finally be able to soak my butt after over 5 hours of sitting on hard stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Century egg porridge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114494842482090355?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114494842482090355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114494842482090355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114494842482090355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114494842482090355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-temaseks-annual-sport-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114446349448122559</id><published>2006-04-08T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:31:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So...um...Hi? Yeah, I know I haven't been keeping my promises and haven't posted for a long while...Too much to do, I guess. Classes, homework, Essays and a certain funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, back to blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I had already apologised to Alex. Turns out, he doesn't even know what the hell I'm talking about. Oh well, at least my dignity isn't lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its now saturday morning, and I have manga class....zzz....I have to draw something or else my manga teacher's gonna kill me. Having an artist block, ne? By the way, manga is a form of japanese drawing...those you see in japanese comic books ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling quite depressed too...I wish i could have an off day which I can just wake up, sit at my  computer and play my Sims2 for 12 hours straight. But nooooo, its always studying and attending classes. School gives children the assumption that their only purpose in life is to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, there's a topic I would like to express my true feelings about. Don't be mad at me if you find me critizing you. "Folding of skirts". Alot of people do it. I find it kind of sickening. It might not be my business, but I find it annoying. Why? If you fold your skirt, aren't you just saying that your legs are so damn sexy? Aren't you saying that, " Oh! My legs are so sexy that I can't keep them to myself so I have to show the entire school!!" Its not that people can't wear mini skirts, I do anyway, but its a school uniform for pete's sake! It looks ugly when you do it! I mean, if you want to wear it outside, sure. But in sch0ol?? You just come here, you study, then you go home. You're not there to showoff your legs and attract attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sometimes, people always fail to think, " Are my legs even sexy in the first place?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, don't hate me. I'm expressing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken Pies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114446349448122559?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114446349448122559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114446349448122559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114446349448122559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114446349448122559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114276096706534256</id><published>2006-03-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:36:07.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lolz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I had tuition...as usual. I got alot of wrong in my assesments. I shall not define alot. I felt kinda sad after that. Chinese is one of my best subjects now and I don't want to lose that. I'll try again next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't finish my chinese newspaper cutting thing. I wrote the reflections but not the part about "marking 2 questions then answering them". I haven't done the list of vocabulary words too, as I don't exactly know how...Oh well... I always hated homework anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now let me tell you about Friday...geography project meeting day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jun Hao and Syafiqah couldn't come. Syafiqah's reason was a good one anyway. So Jerome and Xuan Jun came to my house. I wanted to go Jerome's but he kept changing the subject when I was asking him why we couldn't do it at his house on the phone. I hope never to end up in the same group as him...ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we met a Pasir Ris Mrt station. Jerome and Xuan Jun kept complaining about White Sand's size. Oh please! Just because they live in Tampinese and they probably shop at Tampinese Mall. And they complained how "old" White Sand's library was. Yeah right. Compared to Tampinese library, White Sand's library is as young as a thumb sucking infant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we found a 2 books about deforestation and I had to listen to them meander about how they would never come back to White Sands ever again. And something great happened. I managed to prove to them what cheesy sausages were by purchasing a cup of them at Cavana. Maybe that would knock the perverse thoughts out of their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we took a bus to my house. In the lift, Jerome pressed every storey, which I didn't really mind. What I did mind was that they did not do anything at all. Jerome kept trying to go on Aol, Xuan Jun was just there. And they ate Macdonald's at my house. Jerome dropped his bun on my floor. The ketchup got on the floor, together with the pickles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after 1 and a half hours of procrastination, they left. I moved the living room table to its previous postition before they arm wrestled, causing the table to vibrate and move. Yup, the horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't express how relieved I was after they left. Oh well, I managed to finish the geography project by myself anyway :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chiao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hsu Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114276096706534256?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114276096706534256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114276096706534256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114276096706534256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114276096706534256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/03/lolz.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114269038039828733</id><published>2006-03-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:59:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 3 months, the Temasekians got their CA1 results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-insert cheap sound effects-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, after hours of hard work, ( I shall not define "hard work") I have taken the first few tests and have gotten my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-insert high-pitched cheap sound effects-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Grades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maths - A1  ( 5th in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English - A1 ( 2nd in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Science - A1 ( 4th in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese - A1 ( 1st in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geography - A1 ( 4th in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Design and Technology - A1 ( 1st in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Literature - E8 ( 33rd in class )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you believe it? Straight A1s until....Literature....Failed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It cost me my 1st in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, I was mad...at myself...and at Alex for becoming first...but after ages of thought, i should apologise to him. I mean, I have the goal of becoming first in class. And its just unfair if people hate me for achieving that goal. So yeah, I was jealous. I even said, " Shit, Alex!" which he heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And for that, I apologise. To him, I will too. I was in the wrong and jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But hey, I'll get my Literature A1 next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114269038039828733?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114269038039828733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114269038039828733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114269038039828733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114269038039828733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-3-months-temasekians-got-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-114091621873889121</id><published>2006-02-26T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:46:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi..this is a post to tell ya'll that I'm not dead...:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know i haven't updated since who knows when. The reason? I was making a new, more professional like layout, however, photoshop is in my sister's computer and she bring it to houstel for 5 days every week. So yeah, how am I suppose to complete it under these circumstances?? I promise, no swear, I will finish my layout during the next weekend ASAP so I can once again, blog. As for what happened the past few days, I'll have to back to you on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love cheesy sausages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-114091621873889121?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/114091621873889121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=114091621873889121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114091621873889121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/114091621873889121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21380288.post-113913741097695705</id><published>2006-02-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:47:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was scary...Really...In fact, I think I would be forever traumatized. I've always wanted to watch "I not Stupid Too (I'm not Stupid 2)"..but today, I saw it...only it was real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You see, I have chinese tuition every Sunday. But today, was especially frightening. Since the beginning of the year, my tuition has been 2 to 1 tuition. My tuition teacher, her nephew and I. My teacher's nephew has always been...um...Procrastinator. Today, he forgot to bring his tuition notebook, some books, an eraser and left a whole section of his homework blank. Naturally, my tuition teacher got really, really, really, really mad. After all, it wasn't the first time he forgot to bring his stuff. So she took out her cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can guess what happens next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yup, PWACK. Loud. And not once. She didn't hit him only at one spot though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was amazed. He didn't cry. Not a tear. So she went on, scolding him. After she had calmed down, I continued reading aloud the passage she told me to read. Coincidentally, the first sentence i read, translated from chinese, was, " I was shocked. I didn't say a word." Exactly. Don't get me wrong though, it isn't my tutor's fault. If I was her, I would be just as angry. And she had the right to cane him, being related and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She hit him again. All of a sudden. Scaring me. This time, without the cane. After a few hard hits, the cane came in. She kept scolding him. Something about being in normal stream, failing chinese, constantly playing and not studying. Suddenly, his eye was hit. Ouch. That was when he cried. He went home after making a call to his parents. His father was really mad at him. So yeah, I was scared. Very scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, I'm still going to watch "I not Stupid too".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21380288-113913741097695705?l=blackish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/feeds/113913741097695705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21380288&amp;postID=113913741097695705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/113913741097695705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21380288/posts/default/113913741097695705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackish.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Hsu Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850309531630317281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
